Transitions And Eras

[Hook: Myka 9]

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

[Refrain: Aceyalone & Myka 9]

Hey! Hey!

I'd like to introduce you to the new Haiku D'Etat, it's raw

I hope that all of y'all could 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

[Scratches: DJ Drez]

[Ab Rude:] "Break-break-breakthrough with this great-great music"

[Bridge: Myka 9]

Completely reborn (Yeah...) (Yeah!)

The newest cool of the millennium, baby

I'm completely reformed (Yeah!)

[Refrain: Aceyalone & Myka 9]

I'd like to introduce you to the new Haiku D'Etat, it's raw

I hope that all of y'all could come aboard and join the sons of cool

We're going to the moon (Blue moon)

[Hook: Myka 9]

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

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

[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 and 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 – c'mon!

[Hook: Myka 9]

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

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

[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, and everybody's sharp

Nicholas Brothers, slicked 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 Chattanooga 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 ("Last stop!"): the future, so go all out

[Hook: Myka 9]

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

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

[Refrain: Aceyalone & Myka 9]

Hey! Hey!

I'd like to introduce you to the new Haiku D'Etat, it's raw

I hope that all of y'all could 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

[Scratches: DJ Drez]

[Ab Rude:] "Breakthrough with his great music"

[Verse 4: Busdriver, with Haiku d'Etat]

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

In Black bohemia, where I live in a rat's nest

But I rap fresh at the jazz fest

And everyone is so aware and astute

When we're performing, not just a bunch of arrogant flukes

I got a backstage access and my catch-phrase is a math test

I mmmoisten my embouchure

And 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: Myka 9]

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

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

[Refrain: Aceyalone & Myka 9]

Hey! Hey!

I'd like to introduce you to the new Haiku D'Etat, it's raw

I hope that all of y'all could 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

[Scratches: DJ Drez]

[Ab Rude:] "Break-break--break-breakthrough with his great music"