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[Hook: Myka 9] Transitions and eras Ambitions of circa Pictures from our heritage and images of how we lived Rhythm of the jazz poetry and soul that we give [Refrain: Aceyalone & Myka 9] Hey! Hey! I'd like to introduce you to the new Haiku D'Etat, it's raw I hope that all of y'all could come aboard and join the sons of cool We're going to the moon I'd like to get you more acquainted with the thing that we do best To give the gift of music to the world and never blow our cool We're going to the moon [Scratches: DJ Drez] [Ab Rude:] "Break-break-breakthrough with this great-great music" [Bridge: Myka 9] Completely reborn (Yeah...) (Yeah!) The newest cool of the millennium, baby I'm completely reformed (Yeah!) [Refrain: Aceyalone & Myka 9] I'd like to introduce you to the new Haiku D'Etat, it's raw I hope that all of y'all could come aboard and join the sons of cool We're going to the moon (Blue moon) [Hook: Myka 9] Transitions and eras Ambitions of circa Pictures from our heritage and images of how we lived Rhythm of the jazz poetry and soul that we give Transitions and eras Ambitions of circa Pictures from our heritage and images of how we lived Rhythm of the jazz poetry and soul that we give [Verse 2: Abstract Rude] Nighttime, let's go see what's jumpin' Ladies dressing all vintage like it's back in the day In they hat and they gloves, and when they walk, hips sway Dancing like Shug Avery, causing they shimmys to shake We got our suits on as sharp as can be Tip the valet, throw him the key, "Go ahead and park it for me" What's this, another masquerade? I'm in their e-mail database So they invited me on this Poseidon adventure in a cabaret And I had to take them up on their offer A juke joint like this, it doesn't happen that often Won't be open that long before they call in the coppers So let's jam all night until they break in and stop us Piano playing my favourite tune again Now what it takes is upright bass, properly placed Rim shot, cymbal tap and a hi hat Provided by the band in the back And Fat Jack is good for handling that – c'mon! [Hook: Myka 9] Transitions and eras Ambitions of circa Pictures from our heritage and images of how we lived Rhythm of the jazz poetry and soul that we give Transitions and eras Ambitions of circa Pictures from our heritage and images of how we lived Rhythm of the jazz poetry and soul that we give [Verse 3: Myka 9] We're on the freedom train, so don't call me George I'm the conductor in charge, saying "All aboard!" There's a baby grand in the diner car by the bar Tailor made and top grade, and everybody's sharp Nicholas Brothers, slicked hair, making flips in the air and splits Quick glances as they tap dance and take trips Nobody ripping their pants and spit shines on their shoes Fancy dressed women moving with that swinger attitude So smooth.... The bartender slides over a shot of bootleg liquor while his cigarette still steaming, so cool.... When you consider the speed in which we were traveling And the cabin was leaning Like a Chattanooga choo-choo, I'm an engine number 9 Notice the change in the landscape rolling down the line Rural areas And small towns becoming buildings, all tall now Last stop ("Last stop!"): the future, so go all out [Hook: Myka 9] Transitions and eras Ambitions of circa Pictures from our heritage and images of how we lived Rhythm of the jazz poetry and soul that we give Transitions and eras Ambitions of circa Pictures from our heritage and images of how we lived Rhythm of the jazz poetry and soul that we give [Refrain: Aceyalone & Myka 9] Hey! Hey! I'd like to introduce you to the new Haiku D'Etat, it's raw I hope that all of y'all could come aboard and join the sons of cool We're going to the moon I'd like to get you more acquainted with the thing that we do best To give the gift of music to the world and never blow our cool We're going to the moon [Scratches: DJ Drez] [Ab Rude:] "Breakthrough with his great music" [Verse 4: Busdriver, with Haiku d'Etat] You hate club hopping Still you're out and about to a destination You need a horn player to give you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation Because you're a fornicator with an overdone smoker's lung Who doesn't know what to do with her evening Let me show you how it's done We improvise over twelve-bar blues and held barbecues Also weld star shoes for you to sky dance Go and sell your car used and move to L.A Where we make art fuse In Black bohemia, where I live in a rat's nest But I rap fresh at the jazz fest And everyone is so aware and astute When we're performing, not just a bunch of arrogant flukes I got a backstage access and my catch-phrase is a math test I mmmoisten my embouchure And they ask "Will you use your voice in the concert, sir???" And I say "Yes, I will!" Showing band leadership, I make the women feel feverish When I'm dressed to kill [Hook: Myka 9] Transitions and eras Ambitions of circa Pictures from our heritage and images of how we lived Rhythm of the jazz poetry and soul that we give Transitions and eras Ambitions of circa Pictures from our heritage and images of how we lived Rhythm of the jazz poetry and soul that we give [Refrain: Aceyalone & Myka 9] Hey! Hey! I'd like to introduce you to the new Haiku D'Etat, it's raw I hope that all of y'all could come aboard and join the sons of cool We're going to the moon I'd like to get you more acquainted with the thing that we do best To give the gift of music to the world and never blow our cool We're going to the moon [Scratches: DJ Drez] [Ab Rude:] "Break-break--break-breakthrough with his great music"