Transitions And Eras

[Hook] 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 (x2) [Verse 1: Aceyalone] I'd like to introduce you to the new Haiku D'Etat is raw I hope that all of y'all can 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 [Bridge: Aceyalone] Completely reborn The newest crew in all mill-enium baby I'm completely reformed I'd like to introduce you to the new Haiku D'Etat is raw I hope that all of y'all can come aboard And join the sons of cool We're going to the moon Blue moon [Hook] [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 & 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 [Hook] [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 everybody sharp Slick 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 chatanooga 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 the future so go all out [Hook] [Aceyalone 1st Verse Repeats] [Verse 4: Busdriver] 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 with black Bohemia Where I live in a rat's nest but I rap fresh and the jazz fest And everyone is so aware and astute When we perform we're not just a bunch of arrogant flukes I got backstage access and my catchphrase is a math test I moisten my embrasure 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] [Aceyalone Verse 1 Repeats]