The Lavishments Of Light Looking (Feat. George Clinton)
[George Clinton] And somewhere in the back of your mind You answer yourself As it is, so be it If being is what it's about, I is Maximum isness
It's my touch
[Shabazz Palaces] When I arrive, it's like a slice up on the set Lavished in honeys, but there's always more to get I'm a conveyor, connoisseur, it's how I fare The narrow-minded central label, this is flair A fact is flare, plenty flavors, many layers The anti-square, many laying in my lair I'm from the race with the thief and the bass We're from the stars, whipping cars, spitting bars Dipping stars, never lost, getting ours And proving you was due to win A room for you to do it in A group for you to do it in Dipping stars, never lost, getting house And proving you was due to win A room for you to do it in Tonight, get it in is a true to sin So don your gems, the night's about to bend your way
[Flying Lotus] A dance song, dance off Something you could put your hands on It's bomb, that which is bomb never lasts long
It's my touch
Why you sitting there? All I want to do is see you dance, girl Clap your hands I don't even want your loving I just want to see your hands (Hold them up) All these niggas in the room Standing with their hands up Don't know the propaganda Somebody better come over Tell this bitch I need to bounce
Getting stars, getting ours And proving you was due to win I got a room for you to do it in A group for you to do it in From the stars, getting bars And proving you was due to win I got a room for you to do it in A group for you to do it in
[George Clinton] Running around the center of a square Sitting in the corner of a circle
You can see it in your eyes You don't have to lie Want to take a ride As long as we can fly