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The Vibes

I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
I'll make you shake your ass like Les McCann (yeah)
And then you're out talking shit like Yosemite Sam
You've got the elephant feet like Les McCann

Up the crack of dawn, I'm on my way
We're talking two foot dump and there'll be no delay
'Cause I'm gone, the shit's getting out of hand
I'm changing my middle name to first Trem

Because I'm walking on the rhythm like Philippe Petite
I've got holes in my mouth where my teeth should be
You ask, Whatever happenened to the Rappin' Duke?
I heard the Captain's gonna sign him to Jive and that's the truth

Taking care of my functions, still smokin' up the shrubbery
I stopped eating chicken 'cause the shit was too rubbery
My produce, organic, it's from my own yard
Only the freshest herbs and growing's not too hard

Vibes, vibrations
Vibes, vibrations

Dreaming on it, screaming on it, ready to get dumb
Waxing up my long joint, ready to get some
Looking at my board and my old boots
Seeing a waist-deep champagne moment of truth

And on the court I've got game like my brother Matt
I give a shout out so where you at?
But don't get souped Matthew 'cause I'm-a take ya
Horatio Park right now and I'm a shake ya

Give me the fresh count, you know that I'm stressed out
I need some inspiration so get the best out
Like Rock Master Scott, I'm on the request line
Writing the fresh rhyme, having the best time

Good vibes flowing all around
Not a worry in mind as the friends around
A shout out to Linda riding pow forever
Well the bird is the word and you're as light as a feather

Vibes, vibrations
Vibes, vibrations

And then I smoke a bag of rat weed 'cause I don't care
And I'm waxing old ladies out of their underwears
I like the boomin' grannies in big old panties
I'm giving it to grandma, making her crazy

Well, I might be a white boy, but I'm no Goofy
Got beats like Babalu on I Love Lucy
I'm not like the Skipper on Fantasy Island
I'm more like Captain Shtupping when I go buck whylin'
The Cire Traverse out to the death shoot
Or S.T.H. when they let me back at the Deuce
'Cause I can't get enough of that funky stuff
When the going gets rough, ain't going out in the sluff
Down with Bubble Gum and the Ninth Creation
You get on down, we've got the sound sensation
Kid Fresh is back from the eighties
And we're doing it for the ladies

Vibes, vibrations
Vibes, vibrations

We got Vibes, vibrations
We got Vibes, vibrations