Don’t you jump in the biz
Thinking you can Change the Mood
I’m so
Fresh
With my attitude
Give me those billy white-white shoes
[x2]

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[Klein Klimp Verse 1]

Leatherjacket fanatic baby on acid
We battling for the average
The way we spittin it on wax
Huh

Jack in candles, the mantle
Burning advantage to anyone that can handle
the heat up in kitchen,
Who's missing `
on milk carton
Words used:
Hologramic holograms
Systematic system fails
Dear box of cigarettes
The future dim
Like spilled beer
Over boys hair..get rinsed
Prints
My thoughts are everywhere
Like a single parent’s
I hope I go Paris
Tomorrow here, shit
What am I wearing?
Pants pants pants
I guess it pants to the dance. Yeah
She tends to prance
The future is near
The future is here
The future is weird
Damn I’m in trance
Woman, Tara
I loving yo silhouette and
Keep you wet till ya
holding hands
Up in the mirror
Or in the rain
Purple Rain was a good flick
So was Krush Groove
That's some old shit
Jump off the mothership into Abyss, and not the dame
Tho she's the shit
Alienate, come have a baby
With human skin
And dancing with Wolves in sheep skin, howl-ing
Up in the moon so bubble spoons
We that dope, so microwave that uh


Don’t you go in the biz thinking
You can change the mood
I’m so
Fresh
With my attitude
Give those billie white white shoes
Microwave that!

[Stank XM verse]
My lazy cranium is springing up horns again
Signals fly catch lights from the satellites
Battle bikes on the turnpike
You heard right: Making rappers turn white
Climbing up the ladder, adding up, exponential
Another day, another act’s cancelled
Sexy metal from San Antone’ to Sacramento
Another isolated incident, acting mental
It’s another mind hostage, aw shit,
Take another puff on my cig
I’m icing on the cake & I’m always late
Lookin’ at the stars as I contemplate
While on pot in space I got lots of taste
in spades. We rave a while we may go wild
Go haywire / dig your grave in style
Hey, hi. How you doin’?
Sittin’ in the pilots chair to see if I can do it
In all dialects I’m fluent I’m as weak as I’m lucid
No scientific unit, you can try and dilute it
But you might get executed
I’m excommunicated from your lady late at night
So I can pay for the baby to maybe make it right
I’ll take a right down Guadalupe while I’m feelin’
Kinda loopy so I call myself an Uber
‘Fore I run into a looter. The party mover
Comin’ to as I try to come through
I can’t got ant mentality. Fuck mortality!
All that matters is morality
I’m proud to be the man that I am
So hold my hand as we jump into another land

[Hook]
Don’t you go in the biz thinking
You can change the mood
I’m so
Fresh
With my attitude
Give those billie white white shoes
Microwave that!

[Klein Klimp Verse 2]

Moonlight nights the price is right,
scratch that I got a 4 year old son hun
And he's my number 1. Spray ya laser gun

Futuristic oh you missed Like kamikaze
Missiles with the Muslims ticket- Boom!
I make salaat, I rap a lot.
But nothing Houston bout this haters
Still reppin Texas, Wilco
You know the intro, problem and solution
Playas get to shooting til they contacts hit solution
Now they beer blurry vision turning crystal clear illusion
I hope I illustrated right. Color in the lines
Like an afro facing feist, fist, you take your pick:
stylis or the pen. Niggas wishing bitches
How I wetting down the mic O phone,
guess ET can't go Home I guess we all ET
No home. Solo, individual living. So un-plug your prism
With the prison, dare I mention
dominated dominatrix see her naked
In the garden of the eden when ya feeding ,
feeding feeding on her wisdom, information that's a given,
May you heard this cause I wrap it like I’m word rich
Oh yes get to bustin’ & convulsions
My devotion love potion number 9
California baking like a raisin in the sun
Take a motion 2nd motion forty acres and ya lifeline
We in they pipeline. Hush, pipedown crush
We inbound once. Apologetic about they methods
Give me credit, like a thespian. Broken Oscar on the floor
Tweet it, hashtag me in. Instant credit baby!
You can tag me in I’m a foodie bout my music
Like ah tastebuds let the record spin
When the record spins I’m bout music like the earth biz
Flatline, for you biiiitch

[Hook]
Don’t you go in the biz thinking
You can change the mood
I’m so
Fresh
With my attitude
Give those billie white white shoes
Microwave that!

Lightyears, aby here’s your soul food
That faux food ain’t no good
[x2]

Microwave that!