Redeye (Bonus Track, Extended Reissue)

Lyrics

Yeah Dr. Octo Comin' In swift Straight from Europe back to New York city This is Straaaaange Yeah I'm hypersonic with green skin My face is automatic Droppin' funk on flypaper Birds want the static I'm Eagle-man flying southwest with soul feathers I rock minks with spaceships and wear my silver leathers Bigger than Roger No George Clinton or no Troutman I'm like Master P "bout it bout it" when i shout it With power rockets gasoline, dripping out my pockets No Isley Brothers, no slow songs for you lovers Strictly gorilla with some animal sipping miller Like rock groups, i come on stage with a live moose Elephant backgrounds make Boston men hear my sounds Galactic new wave with horses are talking pony My bass is peeking at you making clubs every weekend With cosmic salsa, Dominican funk in your trunk We public invoke the crowd know my style is dope With helmets, in fact, my flying saucers in the back I'm coming home like aliens my girls miss me CHORUS I'm flying red-eye Adjust my seatbelt, and speed in space With pumpkin seeds, watchin' turtles go by With super beams on my eye At the concert, i took off for work wearing my lizard shirt Blew up my amplifier, blowin' earth wind and fire With heavy computers on Soul Train and Solid Gold What is The Gap Band? them brothers man sound old I'm nuclear feeling like mouse crawling on the ceiling Let's wear this Zebra in this party with this girl named Dedra With vomit on the floor people slip and slide more Droppin' peanuts with pepper cheese and cold cuts I see some G-strings bass pumpin' with some fat butts My tube levels are 8 compared to Grape Ape Let women know i'm prepared for rectum piledrivers Don't need no monkey face anus parts, i ain't driving I'm simply model X-4 with dragons at the door My motions on point, on tour you play the joint Smoke out ya eardrums i got you bums making rum Rollin' brunch, ya album covers look like Captain Crunch You know my attitude max beyond girls and cracks I'm flying red-eye Exaggerating all complex it goes babyface I drop atomic, their pops singing chicken bones Like old bands like Cameo trying to talk thru cans I leave you reverb, my spaceship is parked on your curb Don't come whack like Zapp, with riddles wrapped on yo' back I'm megaphonic, manufactured by Panasonic Don't need no weed when i'm flying giraffe, smoking chronic I'm on the solo i got the tape bound in your bo-bo Don't try to ram on my planet you clown feel like Bozo My levels increase like tissues rubbing roman grease You begin to phase like David Bowie lose your clout No time for chopping, The Jackson 5 will mayday I'm movin up with the clout you smell the enterprise I got more spectrum than gap between your girls thighs You know my format is graphic now you turning catholic No motivation, have your brain on a long vacation That's when i fly away like a bird... I'm flying red eye Yeah Flying red eye Dark and cloudy Coming home Got my peanuts That's all i'm eating That's right 8 bags under this coach Flying red eye