Dig

Dig not of what you funk to groove
But groove what you dig to funk

The Intergalactic Mothers of Funk
Will dribble your brain, and put it up
Muthafucka
Boomshakalaka Shaquille slam dunk

The smell of the sound on my tongue is ubiquitous
I get my brain to shake my booty like telekinesis
Movin' to the groove and attracted to ridiculous

Dig not of what you funk to groove, but groove what you dig to funk

Could you please charge the Mindfulinator
There's a plug behind the particle-accelerator
You can use the crystals from my old radio-transmitter
I left it by the cosmic radiator

"Groovy, come in. This is the IMF Jemisin, do you read?"
"Yo, yea, yea, I'm here. I got sucked into Sag A* again."
"Where are you now?"
"It looks like the candy volcano on Jawna."
"It spit me out into a cloud of marshmallow bubbles."
"Sounds like you forgot the mustard, old friend."
"Yea, you'd love it, this place, where the flowers of Saturn
Melt into the minds of the dead."
"Groovy, the Time Capsules are coming."



Credits
Writer(s): Jeff Paolino, Jesse Paolino, Jordan William Nettgen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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