[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"
