My Fantasy (Remastered 2021) Lyrics

Relax your mind and take your time

Relax your mind and take your time

Relax your mind and take your time

Would you like to be a part of my fantasy?

Fantasy, insanity, vanity, family, Kennedy, can it be?

It'll be great, we can break all laws of gravity

Make room, or fly to the moon on a broom

We can let it get, better get, etiquette, adequate

That'll get sloppy

Ten-four, you copy?

Big jalopy, a poppy seed, pop a floppy

Teenybopper, hoppy, hype, my squad's the gods of the mic

So play vanilla, hammer, shamma-lamma-ding-dong

Killer, slammer, plan a pop song, cut

But I like breakbeats and beatin' on the wall in the bathroom

The b-boy, b-boy, forever

Yo, punk- what's your function?

Robotics, planets, products, annex, got it

Mechanics or sonics, organic, exotic, narcotic

Bought it, forgot it

I jot it down 'til I'm hooked on phonics

So much to do with a touch of double dutch

Of dodge ball, the Taj Mahaj's right below us

Slow us down and show us the forest

Or a Brontosaurus

I'm a Taurus, poorest one of all

Born in back of the pool hall, a joker

My Pappy's a penny ante poker player

Who's a loser, screwser, boozer

Livin' a life of anger

Had one, two, one too many Harvey Wall Bangers

So bungee jump off a bridge and soar

With the rubber baby elastic plastic band around your ankle

Fasten up, next stop: Banana Republic

For what? Hip hop drops

Every rapper in the house shut the funk up

Every rapper in the house shut the funk up

Every rapper in the house shut the funk up

Every rapper in the house die

Now every rapper in the house shut the funk up

You're wack, you're wack, you're wack, you're wack

You're succotash, you're mow mow

In a room, i wonder, might you, might you

My yeah right, your mic, mic, might be a slight slow

My mic, my mic will blow you right

Outta sight, wanna fight

Kill ya, I'mma rip you if you're tight

I'll grease the pipe

You're right, my type, you're wack

You're white, you're black

You're blue, you're yellow belly helly do jelly can't jam

Hunky see, hunky do

Don't get kickin' a funky chicken

He can't hit, can't hit, can't hit

Can it be any identity crisis

Come in slices and devices

What the price is for the nicest spices

Every rapper in the house shut the funk up

Every rapper in the house shut the funk up

Every rapper in the house shut the funk up

Every rapper in the house die

Drop