Carla Bley - Bullsh** lyrics

[Production by J Dilla] [Hook] You gotta get on up off of that bullsh**, stop fighting that feeling (x4) [Verse 1: Imani] Let me entertain you And interphase you, with the new sound Sound is the side and the phar is the cyde And no matter who you are, you know you can't hide Not from the eyes of the sun or the moon or the stars No matter who you are (Da-na-na-na) Come in, and commence to the sound of my drumming [Hook] [Verse 2: Slimkid3] Time to go all the way with it Don't just sit there and stare or play with it Cause we're committed to the seeds of the new breeds The mothership of dreams where fiends breast feed Step through reality into reality So surreal you'll feel you never knew reality Until it stood still now your far from a lie When the truth tantalizes your eyes, see we already in the skies Or outer space, standing here on the face of this earth To the state to the grid of my turf Where my mom gave birth To all that she loves Be it small to others, but yo, it's bigger than love They did a cross examination of it But you can't duplicate the state of our relations through translations That's not the ticket Breaking codes in Heiroglyphics Trying to get down to the specifics [Hook] Come on! Baby baby come on! Baby baby come on! [Verse 3: Bootie Brown] Yo, when money talks fools are always checkin' Depositing their two cents Foolishly convinced Blinded by their ignorance That becomes a hinderance For them to rise When they going to recognize, time waits for no man When you going to stand and Get up off of that bullsh**, and stop fighting that feeling? [Verse 4: Suave] Now let me change the topic just a bit Talk about the ips with the fat a** and tits Comin' to the club, looking for a star Ain't got ten dollars for a drink at the bar Scoping around, looking for the best dressed Smelling for the indo pa**ing up the stress Sniff sniff, yo what does the ip smell? A brother like Suave with a pocket that swell Action was thrown, the ip was blown Next thing you know, I had her at my home! All alone, object to get paid Only thing that happened was a a** got laid! Now no ends and her a** was sprung Used a little tongue, but believe I'm well hung So lesson well learned for all you club hopping hoes It ain't about the stardom and it ain't about the dough So... [Hook]