it is, yes it is It's all wrapped up in you and I And it is, yes it is, The universe is here tonight (Chorus) And it is, and it is, and it is
Coyote and Fog Leghorn Sylvester, Tweety, the rest of the gang (that'sss right) On tree, the Toon Squad got the best game And after it's over, we'll need
One thing I love is sex discussions and armor talk Who got all the CEOs disputin? And my clipse niggas fussin and shootin? Yo, it's that same nigga [Hook] It
"It is the year 2387 Man has relieved an overcrowded Earth By the establishment of planetary colonies In other star systems of the milky way galaxy The
miracle snakes, how I skip through the states And the crispiest Apes, all my whips up to date See this pistol and 8, It'll sit you is space You won't
I'll keep it in my oven 'Til it's good and hot Keep on stirring til it hits the spot Because i'm... Big, blonde and beautiful And Edna girl, you
sip It ain't because they don't deserve it It's cause they love Kurupt and love how Kurupt be swervin' And if Kurupt make 'em bounce Indeed, I make '
of light certain things fall in place It's a matter of your space and time and how you use it I put that on mine and meditate to the music (to the music
read, now dead is your mental state If you didn't know before, guess you know now! (It's Show & A.G. and this is how it's going down) [x2] It's the
presence of the omnivore's eye That is I And when sunlight shines off my throat We call it the solarflex larynx lorax smoke For the trees This is real life, and
tomahawk One thing I love is sex discussions and armor talk Who got all the CEOs disputin'? And my clipse niggas fussin' and shootin'? Yo, it's that same nigga It
now dead is your mental state If you didn't know before, guess you know now! (It's Show & A.G. and this is how it's going down) (Repeat 2x) It's
And the Writer of Writers, J.R {Hook} [J.R. Writer] {Cam Still talking} This is how we roll (roll) {We about to set this shit off} This is how we flow
of the omnivore's eye That is I And when sunlight shines off my throat We call it the solarflex larynx lorax smoke For the trees This is real life, and
extraordinarily curious creature and I know it, how bohemian! Shush for the poet, nah fuck that! Let's go to the loo, like animals two by two, and what was it
train We've traveled through space and time, my friends To rock this house again, rock We ride and we ride and we'll never subside And we'll ride 'til the planets collide And