Four Moods
The music man (Repeat 4x)
I am the man but I'm not the one with the can in his hand
I'm down with a different kind of street band
And I appear from place to place as the Music Man AKA Master Ace
Stacks of flyers are pressed up
All the part people are home getting dressed up
Just to hear the sound of the underground
Fusion and the bass like thunder pounds
And so they pack the show just to see
He who claims to be the Music Man
The music man (Repeat 4x)
It's about time for the music man to rip
First I take a sip,
Bheegi Yadein
Junkie expanding limits.
Funky integration,
record needle shooting doses
host like Moses,
party population,
peeps catch the beat frantic,
poors are pouring strobe lights on
polygon
hallucination gives you more and
crazy moods,
stretch the grooves
for the flock
no amuck.
Superduper "hi-tec" rock
for the soft knock or hard knock
keep a few bucks
taxi cab after shock
follows the drug
marathon
strechtin' on
'till the fever pitch drums.
Junkie expands his limits.
Show stops,
door pops,
bouncers catch fat nuts,
nigthclubbin' flock.
Steppin' slo-mo like sand box
got these souls rollin' stranding like ships and shoals.
Satiated, blatant, tainted.
Now sanity shows holes,
sleep overcome the ones that followed the God of fun.
Honey buns with burns get the watchful eye stunned.
Teens get the spirit
exchanging digits from sky pagers
dipsomania
never sane
to ya
the lust is major
catch brothers on the rebound
for skins on the skeez route.
Those with wheels,
fleshy feels,
surely got clout
what it's all about,
stretch the funky addiction
line to line,
minds unwind.
With the cocaine dissolution
syringe tricks the kick
in private seclusion
chase the rush
it was tough
to loose the kaleidoscopic illusion.
Stretch the limit,
kill the cynic
in the human shell
feel the funky
never flunky
in the Junkie XL.
Junkie expands his limits.