There is still the sky the windy cliff and the sea below it I'd take an angel's ram horn trumpet and I'd blow it I'd blow it. © 1970, 1971
, now if you're hip to me then I guess you heard bass But I got another instrument to flaunt in your face It's not a flute or a trumpet, don't beef 'cause
car chases, Y-2-K fuck up, you're left faceless Hustlers bury money in Garcia Vega cigar cases Give the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses Trumpet in tune
, bang, bang And they're giving me a wonderful potion 'Cause I cannot contain my emotion And even though I'm feeling good Something tells me I'd better
Pick up your trumpet, your plastic pretend trumpet: blow me your horn today Pick up your tambourine, your Fisher Price My First Tamborine: jingle and
it never ends There is still the sky The windy cliff And the sea below it I'd take an angel's ram horn trumpet And I'd blow it I'd blow it
Y-2-K fuck up, you're left faceless Hustlers bury money in Garcia Vega cigar cases Give the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses Trumpet in tune, Pharoahe
'd better not compromise. It won't be easy. 666 is no longer alone, He's getting out the marrow in your back bone, And the seven trumpets blowing
never ends There is still the sky The windy cliff And the sea below it I'd take an angel's ram horn trumpet And I'd blow it I'd blow it
Claustrophobic, I see the patients above, I'm looking for all the links inside. The gold band on my face, the gold band on my face is divine Open and
Pick up your trumpet Your plastic pretend trumpet Blow me your horn today Pick up your tambourine Your Fisher Price my first tambourine Jingle and jangle
Yo, now if you're hip to me, then I guess you heard "Bass" but I got another instrument to flaunt in your face It's not a flute or a trumpet, don't beef