Ladies and germs I present to you
Some brand-new Junk Fu cause the rent is due
I know it’s been a couple years
Way more than a couple beers
And I been around more cash than I was ever near
Made a record for a major label that you’ll never hear
Wonder how you get to be an A&R with severed ears
But I got a court order that says keep it under wraps
All I wanted was the fellas to say HO! Like Thundercats
Ladies say OW! Like they stubbed they toe
Just another case of that old –
Being held back by what you know
We back now with digital crack vials
We picking them facts out and laying 'em back down
It’s a brand new floor, solid but it’s dusty
Working on that next level just gotta trust me
For now you can appreciate the view of the stars
Ain't no view of the bars, it’s all Jupiter, Mars
And on a clear night all you see is constellations
Watch the stars connect with no complication
Cause after all, this is a conversation
Not a confrontation, still I’m contemplatin'
No rap without compensation
And yes you can consider that a confirmation
If it wasn’t for a mic check I wouldn’t have no debt at all
So next mic check I’m stopping payment hey

REFRAIN
This is an invitation, come on rock with it
You are cordially invited to the mosh pitted
It’s not happening? Start your own
Cause the odds are the scientists are far from home
We left the space party and came to your town
We did not come this far to not get down
So tell the sound man turn the speakers to the sky
It’s a new definition of transmitting live

CHORUS
So get crazy, that’s right it feels good
And they say we can’t change
Well guess what? We still could
It’s not beam me up
It’s like come on down
Gotta speed things up
That’s why we make the sound

It’s the middle of the night but the sun is sky high
Gonna watch the world transform in front of my eyes
No shade from the light don’t know where to go
Standing at the intersection between fear and hope
And it’s not about making a choice, you got none
It’s seeing that it is what it is and not running
So you could get laced to race fate, you gonna lose
You know the devil makes a killing off of running shoes
And I ain't talking 'bout no fire and brimstone
The sinners and the winners and the liars and nymphos
I’m talking 'bout that part of yourself you’d rather hide
On the Eve of The Ides we need an Adam
I will eat that quince on the second go round
Cause it’s better than not knowing lest it goes down
And yes the flow sounds like it’s out of a cage
I be the rat-a-tat-tat that wake you out of your daze
And put you back in the mind state
To help with the crime rate
I’m walking a fine line, but doing it my way
No Monday to Friday that’s not how it’s working yo
Regular job got me feeling like Serpico
And everybody knows that he don’t belong here
Like why in the world did you bring these songs here?
I don’t even know it’s like a force of habit now
And I will back it up before I’m forced to back it down
So check 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9
Next up in line with a heavyweight rhyme
It’s Baje One Sage and he levitates fine

REFRAIN

CHORUS

And we – just might – make it – why not?
There is – just now
No such thing as the same new way
Cause it might be a brave new world
But it’s a brand new day