Shake It While You Preach Peace ft. Dunzo Donalds & Willy Black Lyrics

Layers Thompson is this real

Is it real

Dunzo Donalds is it real

It's real baby

Wish that I could write raps with a calculator

Dunzo feels emasculated

Mild heart palpitator

How many cigarette butts does it take

To absorb an entire great lake

I taste fakes

Something's resonating in my consciousness

Each and every Saturday

Which is everyday, by the way

BT Double, and there's really nothing left to say

Who was put in charge of the large text book industry

Everyone's conforming and the next look timidly

It's okay to make mistakes

I fumble with a note pad

Handwriting's dope mad, been sitting on the rope dad

And it's a really tight one

I balance like the yin and yang

The man of tao is absent

I struggle just to have sense

Dunzo is a cat's sin

If a cat had a moral code

I mean could you tell me 'cos I actually don't know

Fragrance and aura are the same thing

We bounce between people like a pinball machine

Completely and totally intoxicated by my dreams and fantasies

Could be a tragedy

If it weren't the trajectory, there'd be nothing left to see

Wowie, what a real bummer

Lookin' bummy on a thug tree

Walkin' to the water spigot

Hopin' that there's just a little

Who can satiate

I practice radical honesty only with select group

My mind is a marching band that only plays depressing tunes

The band that plays the blues and various solos

Shake it while you preach peace

Show 'em what the high road looks like

Shake it while you preach peace

Show 'em what the high road looks like

Shake it while you preach peace

Show 'em what the high road looks like

Shake it while you preach peace

Show 'em what the high road looks like

Shake it while you preach peace

Show 'em what the high road looks like

Shake it while you preach peace

Show 'em what the high road looks like

I'm asking questions

Will they ever make a robot as stupid as a person

I'm in church for the organ spasms and the stained glass

Use it, music, to crack em

You're stuck in the eye-brain vacuum

Oh, to live for a frame

Accelerate, accelerate

Will Forest, it's Whimcity.cock

Sayin' something fake is real

The ground is all banana peels

Animal in this plane, that's Whimcity

Building things mingling to ding-a-ling

Right versus left, fooled by Twix Market

I'll do some shit that makes my dick gardening

And barter with snakes

Passive forces rule you

Ying-Yang thang

Yin Damn dang-a-ling

It's all allowance, fallin' into it

The ground is bananas, the ground is bananas

Wasted flimsical forces

Phallic spaceship trips to infinity

Headass born mini-me's

Austin Power, I got it

Awesome, flowering, budding

What's up, buddy

Who wants to hear the Christmas crullaby

From a fuller guy

Hunger is not a thing

All you gotta do is care

And boom, you're there

Felt like the weasel guy

And I slid to a new lens

Knowing that me's a lie

Just a collision of true friends

Yes, yes

I've lived a good, long life, type beat

I've lived a good, long life, type beat

I've lived a gr- great

It's all - It's been so fuckin' beautiful