Poly Bap
See me from a far baby you can't touch
Pisces sun it's a certified gold rush
Aquarius moon
Come on dust my broom
Busting it up on the boom bap beaters
Painting on the wall with a hole in my sneaker
The hot pink skateboard get away late eighties
Everything swanky, my fair lady
Unclipped the bra, can't believe what I saw
Amazing I was boxing south paw
And my lady slammed her fist against the table
The cats in the cradle, be careful
Slick like my old man bright red with lizard hide
Hitting the city lights without getting high
Smacking the zebra gum, the zebra effects
With my baby that loves sex
Mash it up, mashing the buttons
Playing around, playing for nothing
Playing for keeps, real steep
It's getting deep, but I'm not guilty
Dedicated to the ladies with the tectonic gear
The butterfly nets and the rock and roll hair
Yeah, you can call me Square
I've been around for a thousand years
And I play on the set, and I play it out cool
And I paid my dues to the sing the blues
Stick around boo
You gotta be smooth
It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing
And I could I lay this down for a demonstration
Darling, I'm a one a man band
Come on and shake my hand
I got the snake feet and I'm stepping to you
With the faux fur, Saturday afternoon
We're going up in my hot air balloon
Showing up on the scene with a super blood moon
Slap it in the deck and don't ask for respect
Keep her face powdered fresh with the million buck flex
Yes, we keep it lubricated
Your low on the totem pole quit hating
Love me love me, flashy, flashy
In love with the flash batting eye lashes
Remote location with the camera strobing
The age of Aquarius, the shiny clothing
Roll with the poor boys, inventors of the boom bap
Holding the door for you, inventor of the poly bap
Aquarius moon
Created in a vacuum
Fresh from the era of Michael Jordan
Get a load of what the kid is sporting
Silver shirt, silver pants
Silver shoes, aluminum helmet
For the poly bap, the polyphonic boom bap
Synthetic melody from the dx7
Synthesized strings from the 106
Make Aquarius a million dollars
Are you getting down
Down with the poly bap
Folks don't want you coming round
Round with that poly bap
All that makes you want is the poly bap
Poly bap that much more
Poly bap bad boy
Don't know what I got in store
Pisces sun it's a certified gold rush
Aquarius moon
Come on dust my broom
Busting it up on the boom bap beaters
Painting on the wall with a hole in my sneaker
The hot pink skateboard get away late eighties
Everything swanky, my fair lady
Unclipped the bra, can't believe what I saw
Amazing I was boxing south paw
And my lady slammed her fist against the table
The cats in the cradle, be careful
Slick like my old man bright red with lizard hide
Hitting the city lights without getting high
Smacking the zebra gum, the zebra effects
With my baby that loves sex
Mash it up, mashing the buttons
Playing around, playing for nothing
Playing for keeps, real steep
It's getting deep, but I'm not guilty
Dedicated to the ladies with the tectonic gear
The butterfly nets and the rock and roll hair
Yeah, you can call me Square
I've been around for a thousand years
And I play on the set, and I play it out cool
And I paid my dues to the sing the blues
Stick around boo
You gotta be smooth
It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing
And I could I lay this down for a demonstration
Darling, I'm a one a man band
Come on and shake my hand
I got the snake feet and I'm stepping to you
With the faux fur, Saturday afternoon
We're going up in my hot air balloon
Showing up on the scene with a super blood moon
Slap it in the deck and don't ask for respect
Keep her face powdered fresh with the million buck flex
Yes, we keep it lubricated
Your low on the totem pole quit hating
Love me love me, flashy, flashy
In love with the flash batting eye lashes
Remote location with the camera strobing
The age of Aquarius, the shiny clothing
Roll with the poor boys, inventors of the boom bap
Holding the door for you, inventor of the poly bap
Aquarius moon
Created in a vacuum
Fresh from the era of Michael Jordan
Get a load of what the kid is sporting
Silver shirt, silver pants
Silver shoes, aluminum helmet
For the poly bap, the polyphonic boom bap
Synthetic melody from the dx7
Synthesized strings from the 106
Make Aquarius a million dollars
Are you getting down
Down with the poly bap
Folks don't want you coming round
Round with that poly bap
All that makes you want is the poly bap
Poly bap that much more
Poly bap bad boy
Don't know what I got in store
Credits
Writer(s): Jupiter Ammon
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