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Lyrics

Sound boy proceed to blast into the galaxy

go back rocket man into the sky, you'll see

hear it all the time, come back rewind

aliens are waiting up in the sky

sound boy proceed to blast into the galaxy

sound boy when you come round

sound boy won't you stay

no one gonna harm you

they all want you to play

I watch the birds of prey that hunt

the canyon below my house

they're looking for a meal like a lizard or a mouse

I wonder if they appreciate the setting like me

to control your own direction choose to be free

and I reserve the right to be as trite as I want

and you can lick but don't bite I toss you here to Vermont

I kick it lickety split and hand it to the man in the tan van

and, and as for you and your crew, I don't hate you

peace is my priority 'cuz Marley said for sureity

just what do you think I'm doin'

I'm not just here for screwin yo

and if it's sore take care of it

perhaps from too much stucking

but anytime your aware of it then keep on f---ing

You know we cool (isn't that random?)

when we come bout people get ready (hey isn't that random?)

sound boy gonna rock you (hey isn't that random?)

people rock steady (isn't that random?)

To be the one who has it all is not that hard

and I'll be that type of dude in a funky car

I dream of a suit that will fit my rhyme

when I recognize my girl from a former life

I love it when the only sound that I hear

Is your infectious laughter

I will hear you again in 800 years if I'm still lucky

go north on Outpost then take a left on Mullholland

to me that's where I like it and Macapa Drive is callin'

I get up to the sun and then I stretch out

it's beginning to look like summer

and I'm down with no doubt swing

You know we cool (isn't that random?)

when we come bout people get ready (isn't that random?)

sound boy gonna rock you (isn't that random?)

people rock steady (isn't that random?)

I break a silly peace for offering rap weasel then

I'm boffering I'd give you an exclusive on my playlist

the thought and styles I kick are from a random hat pick

that's why most radio will never play this, tell 'em again

me a rude boy from Omaha, Nebraska

sick as a porno flick yet gold as precious laughter

many don't agree but we can't care about that

cuz we're never gonna wear the old hat, spoken