GEO! जिओ! 加油!
LET′S GOOOO!
MAY DAY, MAY DAY, callin' all hustlers
All y′all who kicked rhymes and ran with the best of 'em
Time to feel again, be real again
Can't stop and won′t stop til we feel the beat again
MAY DAY, MAY DAY, callin′ all hustlers
All y'all who kicked rhymes and ran with the best of ′em
Time to feel again, with GEO again
Can't stop and won′t stop til we meet in peace my friends
This ain't no ordinary call-to-action
I′m caught between some yellow fat and an a* cushion
Last nite in my dreams, I conjured up the scene
Where all the great Emcees became Anakins|mannequins
(As G7:) 'Whoa - the whole geo looks so mellow...'
(As G9:) ′Can it be?
Has everyone popped ambien and been put to asleep??
Passed the f*k out, I′m kickin 'em, they ain′t moving
Look, boss, let's just leave ′em behind that LITTLE SCREEN!
I got a plan, we gonna sell 'em The New Oil
It′s really just the brown sh*t came out they own soil
With nothing but 1s and 0s and won't spoil
You don't need a Ten Commandments to mine that copper coil!′
(As G2:) ′Mr. President'
(As G7:) ′Who you?'
(As G2:) ′You can call me Statistician
I'm never in a position to beat you to submission
But if you′ll drop the superstition and let me present the numbers
I'm sure you'll ultimately see thru these blunders
See numbers never lie...′
(As G7:) ′Unless u got it from someone else
Unsubscribe to that sh*t, it's toxic
Only I′m peddlin' what′s absolutely true for you
So don't move an inch
While I do you.′
(As G8:) 'Hey, what'd I miss, politics as usual?
Crown me New Jehovah - the feeling′s mutual -
Who shall promptly get show started
While they moanin′ I'mma get my hose started′
(As G11:) 'What′s up my geniuses, get a whiff of this
Freshly harvested from the Nevereverness
Had Pluto'
(As G0:) It′s PLATO!
(As G11:) 'Helped that pilgrim outta his bind
He woulda dropped a new papyrus in BC '69!′
(As G3:) ′True, I'm sayin tho, don′t give away our stylo
Only cheetah blood runs in this assassin on the D-low
Behind the window in the projects where I was survivin
This was the only light on the horizon
And, now that we are here, we should proceed to knock?'
(As G10:) ′欢迎您 to the world's digital body shop
Where every layer you see is pixelated carefully
And parties don′t stop 'til we outta memory
Не ужасный, we got more semi than Transistor Derby
Stack up enough of that, and the world's ocean to your
Spermy - خود وقتك يا أخي - but this I gotta ask
How many more are you in the back?′
(As G7:) ′Uhhh, maybe no more than, let's say, 7 or 8?′
(As G10:) 'Oh mon Dieu, we don′t have a table to accommodate
Plus if you're not covered, u can′t expectorate
Every mouth house its own particulate
Can't u tell, by the smell, we livin' in those Times
That folks - back in the day - would say
"Hey, Sam Beckett, stay the f*k away, Beckett
Can′t Ziggy recommend a better holiday bucket?"
How about Italian Renaissance, or the Times of Mahabharata
The Chinese Iron Age, 我差点没倒了它了它!
Not to a time when men are furthermore impatient
Californication became GEOfornication...′
(As G0:) I interrupted his flow with 'excuse me, I′m GEO
But I wanna go to the no-pain-in-the-main-vein party table
And no need for urs, homie, I sure bring my own and
Enough rishi tea with the raw shmoneycomb
See, my posse don't eat, they just drink and smoke
So go set the party table with THC2O!′
My posse looked back, astonished I was even there
One guy couldn't even stop staring at my fairy ears
(As G7:) ′You just woke, and you already gotta crew on top of ya?
Next thing you know you gonna call us the GEOmafia!
Now you have us comin' like the supervillains you fear!'
(As G2:) ′Unless this border schizo makes some sort of wits appear!
Hear hear!′
MAY DAY, MAY DAY, callin' all hustlers
All y′all who kicked rhymes and ran with the best of 'em
Time to feel again, be real again
Can′t stop and won't stop til we feel the beat again
MAY DAY, MAY DAY, callin′ all hustlers
All y'all who kicked rhymes and ran with the best of 'em
Time to feel again, with GEO again
Can′t stop and won′t stop til we meet in peace my friends
*Cough*
Holla, holla, it's your boy GEO, GEO
It ain′t ever too late to start this sh*t anew
Finally got the yellow off the pillow
Crazy dream in limbo, tell u in the Lambo
Now we doing about 90 on a 20
To catch me even Pushie need a push on her tushy
Hey Gooshie, time to go wooshy-wooshy
I want my day of bougie and be back in time for sushi!
Throw on the Gazelle, with pinkies in the air
Check my hair, we about to see a lightning flare
These next 60 minutes, you a good conversator?
Cuz the only thing hummin' be our flux capacitator
There ain′t no goin' back now, might as well bring it on
The next stop will be the-one-I-get-off-and-someone-gets-on
So care to knob back this sh*t, or turn up this sh*t
Play it however you need to ′til you react with this sh*t
We just past 16 but the tank's almost empty
Plus I see a couple of raised thumbs up in the street
Hey boys, where y'all headed, need a lift?
(As G7 and G9:) ′Be great, We late with a date with our Destiny!′
(As G0:) Okay!
Destiny must be a pretty fine thing
Did you secure your place in line with a shiny thing?
Not the rhiny thing, the mighty-mighty thing
The thing that thrice on the Lupercal did he deny-dy thing?
(As G7 and G9:) 'We packed light, we think, we ain′t stickin around
Wherever we stop - we f*k it once, and then we bounce!'
(As G0:) I′m like: Hold on a second, that's disgusting!
To us that′s like cavemen still bash-and-busting!
Praise virility, and not humility?
When did the men up-end virginity?
They like: (as G7 and G9:) 'They don't care, they ready to declare
Fealty to any Loki with no ability!
That′s our Destiny, and you taking us right to her
And the word is heard you might also have a thing for her
So, hagale, sir, don′t keep us waiting
Ojala you still choose plata over everything!'
(As G0:) I peep the the Einstein curve creep exponential
Then I heard: (as G10:) ′Stop the vehicle, it's Border Sentinel
And keep your forged papers, boy, YOU, I can see
You better PROVE your patriotism to me!′
(As G0:) So I said: 'I pledge allegiance to the flag
Of the M*f*king Tesseract!′
Cocked that anti-rotten-cop ray gun
Said: This is for every George and every Treyvon
And the countless million others you bullied with your laws
Everytime you spilled blood, you furthered the cause
I'M GETTING U BACK, BULLY, NOW ONCE AND FOR GOOD!
Then I felt the anger subside more than it should
My emergency momentary assessment subroutine
Has assessed an anomaly and injected neutralozine
So I said: Can't we all just find some way to coexist?
(As G5:) ′In my century, it′s called Engineered Happiness'
(As G0:) I popped open the glove box and offered him a pill
Instantly saw the brother′s compassion-o-meter refill
Like friends we bid each other adieu and parted
He even left me his police business carded
Suddenly: (As G4:) 'OH GEO GEO GEO CAN′T U SEE?
THAT SOMETIMES UR WORDS JUST HYPNOTIZE ME
AND I JUST LUV UR RATIONALITY
GUESS THAT'S WHY UR POKE IMPREGNATED ME!′
(As G0:) Wwwhat the f*k was that sh*t on the radio?
Did I nav-on-autopilot it a little slow?
This whole time I thought I was in Azurus - oh not -
I'm a pushin' a brand new m*f*kin′ Countach!
I got my arrow backwards, and now I′m here
It was still full of soup for the soul in the air
I thought I was going back in time to plant a Seed
But now I'm not so sure - I may be stuck in this dream
My mental instincts took the reins, said (As G6:) ′No way!
You need to see what God has in store for you, okay?
Every dreamy vision you've seen in somnolimity
Is in actuality, some poor soul′s sick reality!
The eventuality, is total deniability
Debilitude, then total nil-itude in perpetuity
Can there ever be more than two of me to slowly sow these Seeds?
The echoes in the shadows of my memory used to rule these Streets!'
(As G12:) ′And loudly we need them to echo now, more than ever
But sonorantly asleep are the Great Voices of Forever'
(As G0:) And then an idea popped up from the Neverever
Superhero clever
Endeavor to do a debut that goes 'May Day...′
(As G12:) ′Could never!'
MAY DAY, MAY DAY, callin′ all hustlers
All y'all who kicked rhymes and ran with the best of ′em
Time to feel again, be real again
Can't stop and won′t stop til we feel the beat again
MAY DAY, MAY DAY, callin' all hustlers
All y'all who kicked rhymes and ran with the best of ′em
Time to feel again, with GEO again
Can′t stop and won't stop til we meet in peace my friends
Is this thing even on?
′Dear world
Call me GEO, I guess ain't hard to see
Say my name backwards to know who inspires me
Honestly, I′m on a self-sent mission
To the absolute boundaries of human cognition
I'm up here wishin′, for more competition
But it seems like everyone's busy payin off they tuition
Plugged into a system, all well and chipper
And then get all shuffled up by matrix algebra
Now witness these new VILLAINS living amongst us
Some of them have even become new masters
Holding sway over a billion attentions
Ready to stoke demagoguery when beckoned
Now add to the mix a bag of demographic extremes
Wrought over a century of baby booming dreams
A rising tide of economic inequality
Mixed in with an urge to believe in some astrology
No apology for the rawology
We better get to the point quick to continue anthropology
Same old follies, newly impassioned
And now the EARTH is having an allergic reaction
All in-groupism disappears overnight
We all in that group that got smashed by asteroid
And if we all keep believin' in the latest fads
When Judgement Day comes for us we′ll be lost in ads
But don′t get jumpy, it's all happened before
Before there was just less, and now there′s more
Be just fine, if we think ourselves thru this
And not let our emotions propel us thru this
We can do this - really overcome and win this
Be nice if the old-timers sent some assistance
Doesn't have to be green, tho, there are many ways to deal
You can always rely on an open line with GEO
Now promise me you′ll fulfill me this one wish
Let's all go tumbling down a circle of fifth
Write paeans|pans of obsessive fans together
And wring our hands of deferred plans together
All we can do as bootleggers - I mean, copycats -
Is to build on preexisting paragraphs
So grant me a seat at the Table of Power
And may a newbie speak his Finest Hour.′
Shower?
MAY DAY, MAY DAY, callin all hustlers
All y'all who kicked rhymes and ran with the best of em
Time to feel again, be real again
Can't stop and won′t stop til we feel the beat again
MAY DAY, MAY DAY, callin all hustlers
All y′all who kicked rhymes and ran with the best of em
Time to feel again, with GEO again
Can't stop and won′t stop til we meet in peace my friends
Well, what can I say, they don't come easily
Hindsight - as they say - is always 20 20
Had I lost that bet and faded into obscurity
You still would have everything that meant everything to me
Authenticity, universality
Timelessness minus superficiality
Profundity in every human color
The billions of hues I′ll never otherwise discover
You gave me a name, and you kicked me a beat
And you filled me up a headful of deep mysteries
So I stood on my feet, and I felt the beat
And I bounced to the Old Jig Rhythm, and tried to speak
But nothing came out, it was mortification
Thoughts of a lost boy unborn an Asian
To take the world by storm with one question
'Where be the Forebears of our Tradition?′
Probably getting high somewhere would be my intuition
Would explain the brain drain in the state of conversation
Busy paddin' walls, with even more space, and
Can't a bag a Benjies make great insulation?
DEAR GOD, I WONDER CAN YA SAVE ′EM?
Or should I don my mask-and-cape and masquerade ′em??
Cuz I'm thru with waiting, guess I′ll just have to miss 'em
If Martin ain′t around, then Sheneneh'll assist ′em
'Ain't got all day, let′s get this party started!′
And never forget the names of our Dearly Departed
Now - silence your phones, and let the album flow, and
HOLD ON, cuz GEO about to serenade the Throne!
To all the great emcee traditions the world over
Let's goooo-ah!
TIME to reanimate this sleepover!
