Verse 1

Whatever happened to style, flavour and delivery?
Melodical rhythm displayed within a synergy of
shape and form? Too much of what I hear these days
makes me yawn, I cannot take it no more. So I

take off in my space ship escape the lunatics,
if I stay on earth I’ll lose my faith in musical bliss.
I need to hang out with my alien bros and get some
intergalactic inspiration. They be dropping

fusion powered vehicles and teleportation,
psychokinetic conversation, integration of ideas.
I wish it happened right here on planet earth,
but we’d have to banish our habits first.

Like poisoning existence with monetary systems,
if you follow it you can be one of the bitches.
never mind the pursuit of meaning and purpose.
without dollars to pay bills, you dream will be worthless.

Hence what we see in musical industry,
forget the composition check the capital indices.
Will it be quality? Probably not, but as long as
we top the pop charts, we got what we shot for.

The lowest common denominator’s appealed to.
I came to flip the phenomenon of the real truth.
Making it clear to anyone who may give a bit
Of consideration to what makes them oblivious.

Chorus

I say it how I see it whether you agree or not.
I’d keep it to myself, but really to me that’s not
healthy, come on and let it all get loose,
surrounded by smoke screens, together we’ll get through.

Verse 2

Give it up for deejays who actually scratch, and
emcees who drop matters of fact in their raps while
exhibiting flair. But to witness it is rare, most of
what I hear makes want to sit in my chair rather than

jump around. It’s not profound, it’s a pity when we
examine the state of this art within the kiddies minds.
They think a CDJ’s doper than a turntable,
it wasn’t long ago I remember we weren’t able,

to hear a mix without seeing the flip of the
vinyl, I’ll admit I like to reminisce.
I wonder if many could understand meanwhile,
when it was frowned upon if you had planned a freestyle,

I wonder what happened to raw spontaneity and
songs with meaning and substance and captivating beats.
The answer being they don’t always make a decent profit.
Often I leave the people rocking while I keep it popping.

I’m here for those who need another option, other than
Believing the top ten is the gospel, you see the problem.
That’s why I hang out with my space friends; they’re
open to possibilities and show eternal patience.

Making beats that will blow your mind away, samples
taken from outer space, I need to go and and fly away.
cos I’ve strayed from the population, now
exposing brainwashing is my main occupation.

Chorus

I say it how I see it whether you agree or not.
I’d keep it to myself, but really to me that’s not
healthy, come on and let it all get loose,
surrounded by smoke screens, together we’ll get through.