Do This My Way Lyrics - Nia - Blackalicious

I be the first ever Asian astronaut, blastin' off, castin' off 

The ties that bind like a smashed guitar 

Rode a mastodon out Jurassic Park 

Chased by a fan in a Tyrannosaur mask, travel the traffic cop 

Past the spot where the ostrich got across for the ocelot 

What I couldn't of bought 

'Cos they wouldn't a popped y'all just for me to cop it one 

So I had to be up, I'm going gradually up 

Into the galaxy bus until I can't feel my lungs 

I pass the family up, I see an enemy's bus 

Saw the anatomy up, I catch the ballerinas 

Now I was walkin' down this one block, didn't hear a gun shot 

Smellin' hell or nature, pickin' fruit off of a kumquat 

Tree another day up in this life under the sunspot 

Light upon my inner vision searchin' for an answer 

Heriditary, man-in-glory, days of the missile fury inventory took 

And while I raise 

Rain began to fall from the verbal dance I did amaze all the natives 

And the ladies said, "You're crazy, would you love to have my baby?" 

And I plays with the chief of the Mahicans and the Sheikh 

And traveled everywhere from Delaware way up to Mozambique 

Was givin' praise with the deacon at the steeple 

Spirit-seekin' on the weekend with a tea can and a pair of old shades 

It's such a beautiful thing, this musical thing 

When I can do it my way and shootin' no blanks 

I just refute what you think, a quite unusual thing 

Yes it's a mutual thing 'cos it's the root of all things and we aims to be 

The venomist, instrumentalist, syllabal-mystic man traveler 

Skippin' through the brakes on a Wednesday into a city plaza 

Tryin' to make it 20 out of 15 pennies on the after 

The cold-hearted world creepin' on my destiny like salamanders 

Enchanters 'cos I run their goose and I be the gander 

Cleanin' out the digestive tract of hip-hop like cranberries 

Shinin' like amber, all of the children told me, "Damn you're an 

Answer to our ears and deadly threat that's posed by cancer" 

On prancer, on comet, on cupid, I'm Santa 

Got more flow than Flo Jo, while I laugh ho ho ho, got jo jo dancer 

Punchlines, I'm a crunch time Casper, and a one-time champion for it 

A hundred lifetimes in the hereafter, and for the reincarnation transform 

What the heck I'll come back for it 

Gotta handle chores now, and discuss all of that with God afterwards 

We goin' bobsled off the Himalayas with the bottle of bobs 

[Incomprehensible] 

In a big ol' box full of the latest compilations 

And then we won't stop til we hit the Appalachians 

To the Bullets Bargain Basement then 'cross the Baltic ocean basin 

Then ride 'cross that Oakland night bridge 

A drop deposit in the drop embankment 

Makin' cakes that taste like Tecrine 

Bakin' ex-potatoes, raisins, plantains, M and M's, peanuts, grape juice 

I'm savin' my pay checks to get my plane fixed why's that 

We goin' fly all night, stop the propellers and 

Jump out of the side with umbrellas and 

Let's make them all night the caterpillars that 

Take us to the top the Himalayas 

It's such a beautiful thing, this musical thing 

When I can do it my way and shootin' no blanks 

I just refute what you think, a quite unusual thing 

Yes it's a mutual thing 'cos it's the root of all things and we aims 

A lot of people follow Saba fellow and tolerate indeed 

About to lead 'em all to battle upon the bottom of the beat 

And plant a seed of thought that sproutin' 

Like a balance like a teeter-totter 

Seen a lot of freedom down the feat amount to beat the drama 

He began to dis until the nurse, the passengers had grabbed his shirts 

And nothin' happened assured the captain and the person 

But the pressure had expanded, and inertia burst, the cabin burst 

And all 'em burgers, blankets, rations, animals and drinks, they flew out 

Fleets a lots of man, climb upon the wall like Peter Parker 

Meeter of the creed of darker regions, darker seasons 

These are not the reasons for the grief and now proceed to outer-reaches 

How to keep styles from seepin' outta me 

They flew out the fuselage had blew in time 

It stupid to have the attitude 

When you would dive into the ground 

Now if you'd have thought of suicide 

If you would try but you would tie 

A parachute onto a slide 

And took a dive, now who's alive? 

It's such a beautiful thing, this musical thing 

When I can do it my way and shootin' no blanks 

I just refute what you think, a quite unusual thing 

Yes it's a mutual thing 'cos it's the root of all things and we end