| Now, let we warm this beat up and then put my feet up
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| Turn the system up and then we’ll blow the speakers
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| We’ve come to fill your cup until it flows over
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| We’ve got more flows then there are rich people driving range rovers
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| Now, Call me Noah cos you know I never spring leaks
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| I bring more heat to these beats then a flame thrower
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| Tight like a boa' Krakatoa mamma-mia
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| We’re blowing up like Aaliyah?
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| Word to Melbourne my sister by brethren
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| It’s all in the family here like Tasmanian loving, yeah
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| We go to work on 'em, then go berserk on 'em
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| We go where no one’s gone before get captain Kirk on 'em
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| So come on get into it, these flows move fluid
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| We came to hit you with a little bit of our music
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| And guys love it when girls shake their big bottoms
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| So come do what your body feels the beat warrants
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| One day I’ll make Bjork my wife
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| And we can share hot nights
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| In the land of ice
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| 'Til then I’ll rock the back clubs pubs and shitty dives like
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| Psilocybin up-sliding absorbent minds
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| I can make it hard for you hard headed guys
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| I can point out that the government lies
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| I can make the lord of the dance lord of the flies
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| I can even make a Christian believe god switched sides
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| Which is why you better perk up, I get worked up
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| I drink encyclopaedias and lyrics get blurghked up
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| I shudder to think, what I could do with this ink
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| Just some paper and pen, my mic mouth and some phlegm
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| And when I begin and begun, weapon concealed by a tongue
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| Ammo inside my two lungs, letting the beat run then I’m killing it
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| And no you don’t want to miss it
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| I’m different, this is the sum of my spirit, in it and everything near it
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| Lyrics like babies delivered, word is born
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| I’ll even make an atheist believe it and say «good god»
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| It’s all about a good time and if your
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| All out of order get feeling better
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| I want your daughter, wants someone better
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| Work it out, come on, work it out
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| Now It’s all about a real good time
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| And if you feel all out of order get feeling better
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| Man I want your daughter, she wants someone better
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| Work it out, come on, work it out
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| We’ll take the piss, escape your disses
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| Smoke your spliffs and take your misses
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| Like Moses, I’m gonna part MC’s
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| Like David and Goliath, don’t even try it
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| I’m half in it for the art and half as a joke
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| Just something to do while the human race chokes
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| And hopefully inspire a rebel alliance
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| Take the empire and meddle with science
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| So they won’t cut genomes or make smoke free zones
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| I’ll die an organism puffin' on your Al Capone’s
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| Hey bong smokers, who’s in the house?
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| Chilling on your sofas dodgy bottles in your mouths
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| This if for the yuppies the monks the hussies
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| And the musicologists and border collie puppies
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| So rock to the rhythm like a Casio rap man
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| Listen to my bloke on the decks from Pakistan
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| Aw shit, that’s fat man
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| Elastic bands can’t flex like this
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| We give ya gastro when we’re dropping our shit
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| We turn it up, like heaters in Darwin
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| You digging my jargon? |
| Check what’s happening
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| I got more ladies then the men in the Vatican
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| I rocked first floor now I’m ready for Madison
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| Step to my tower like my name was Sarumon
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| Joal wrote that cos my flows are gelatinous
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| Sometimes I suck, other times I’m fabulous
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| I got more hippy chicks then a rock of Amethyst
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| I got more props then cops got cannabis
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| I got more fame then freight trains got carriages
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| My brain waves to blame, I got speech flatulence
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| I blow up spots, like teenage acne
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| Got so much ?? |
| everybody wants to…
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| It’s all about a good time and if your
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| All out of order get feeling better
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| I want your daughter, wants someone better
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| Work it out, come on, work it out
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| Now It’s all about a real good time
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| And if you feel all out of order get feeling better
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| Man I want your daughter, she wants someone better
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| Work it out, come on, work it out
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| Get the picture?
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| Get the picture?
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| It’s all about a good time and if your
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| All out of order get feeling better
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| I want your daughter, wants someone better
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| Work it out, come on, work it out
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| Now It’s all about a real good time
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| And if you feel all out of order get feeling better
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| Man I want your daughter, she wants someone better
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| Work it out, come on, work it out
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| Get the picture?
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| Get the picture?
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| Get the picture?
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| Get the picture? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nocturne, artist - Kundalini: Yoga, Relaxation and Meditation. Album song Kundalini: Yoga, Relaxation and Meditation, in the genre