This one`s dedicated to all the freaky people out there
All those lovely freaks and weirdos
who just tryin` to make it through life, you know what I`m sayin`
Sometimes it`s rough out there, try to keep a sense of humor
Try to stay human, know what I`m sayin
Starvation is a creation of the devil, a rebel
I`m bringin` food to the people like a widow
bringin` flowers to a grave in the middle
Of the city isolation is a riddle
To be surrounded by a million other people
but feel alone like a tree in the desert
Dried up like the skin of a lizard
But full of color like the spots of a leopard
Drum and bass pull me in like a shepherd
scratch my itch like a needle on a record
Full of life like man gone to Mecca
Sky high like an eagle up soaring
i speak low but I`m like a lion roaring
Baritone like a Robeson recordin`
I`m giving thanks for bein` human every morning..
(chorus)
Because the streets are alive with the sound of Boom Bap
can I hear it once again!
Boom Bap tell your neighbor tell a friend
every box gotta right to be boomin`
Because the streets are alive with the sound of Boom Bap
can I hear it once again!
Boom Bap tell a neighbor tell a friend
every flower gotta right to be bloomin`!
Stay Human!
Be resisstant, the negativity we keep it at a distance
call for backup and I`ll give you some assistance
Like a lifesaver deep in the ocean
Stay afloat here upon the funky motion
rock and roll upon the waves of the season
Hold your breath and your underwater breatin`
To be rhymin` without a real reason
is to claim but not to practice a religion
If television is the drug of the nation
satellite is immaculate reception
Beaming in they can look and they can listen
so you see don`t believe in the system
To legalize you or give you your freedom
You want rights ask `em, they`ll read `em
But every flower gotta right to be bloomin`..
Saty human..
(chorus)
All the freaky people make the beauty of the world (repeat 8 times)
You see Y2K ya know is a moment n time we find that we can open
Up a heart that`s locked or been broken, by the pain of words not spoken
Or shot by guns and still smokin`
Cartwrights out on the Ponderosa or drive by bang in Testarossa
We need to heed the words of Dalai Lama
or at least the words of ya mama
Take a mental trip to the Bahamas
Steam your body in a stereo sauna, sauna, comma..
(chorus)
All the freaky people make the beauty of the world
(*repeat till song fades away*)
