Peace - Youngblood Brass Band, Mike Ladd

Extended suspended notions of victory

Olitny of statistically satisfactory batteries

Of success, cause we glitter on your T.V. sets

Get it off your chest (Yeah I said it cracka)

Now I’ve seen spirits flip breakbeats

From termite hills by baobab trees

Flippin' MCs back to cynical leaves

Incantations

Human beings flash back to

Matter and matter is music

I saw a prince roll out on the gondola of soul down in Mississippi in '83

Straight down to the source

Saw the delta open like a lovers palm and

The song spread out in the wind, back over the ocean

See I

Shapeshift with my free speech

We arrange new cultures every day of the week

The economy’s rough like power puffs and

Dr. Kats animation so

How the fuck you gonna make it through these amalgamations of nature

It’s all bullshit quickly fallin' apart like

Puzzles that never worked from the start so

You better grab on real hard and just realize

There’s just a little bit of pie left

And those slices like crumbs

All you suckers looking for apples

In a world of worms

Figure out you’re just better off

Spreading out your mental germs

AKA memes

When you flip these it’s like microchips exploding

All MCs beholding what they got which be the reality

That’s what keeps smolderin'

This here is tradition listen

I"m gonna catch you and the band

We all gonna lead on

Like we all was buddies bolding

Say Rock

How’d you

Like to

Hustle down to

Bergamot Station

Revive that old vibe

Old time love now

Whip along

I catch flows like indos on Diamondbacks

Think so hard that my brain shoot smack

Just to keep it, easy, and all other MCs get on my shit like they slow jammin'

Don’t even understand I’m like the hangnail that never goes stale

Keep it all together while you all just fucked up from Jericho Jail

Up in your eye

I just fly with some shiggle

But yeah, why don’t you stop to try, a little

Peace