Maximumisness
Say somethin´ social "What I wouldn´t eat if I wasn´t on a diet"
Say somethin´ political "I´m dyin´ to eat it"
Say somethin´ funky
Where are the lumps in my gravy (x4)
Where are the lumps in my funk
A habit can be broken if you drop it
You say you try to kick but you can´t stop it
Biscuits good to the gravy when you sop
Like drippin´ from Joe you can´t stop it
Poppa died of a headache
´Cause he refused to be a cotton picker
Read this on a bumper sticker
And the gravy from greens is called pot liquor
Just food for thought
And would you like to say
Enlightening baby
Ah, let´s eat
I don´t want to be a guru
Or claim to be a preacher or a teacher
Let me run something through to you
I feel for ya, I hope I can reach ya
Feel for ya, hope I can reach ya
Feel for ya, hope I can reach ya, yeah
Whoa this is maximumisness
Bringing you organic truth
Food for thought
According to the geneology of the P documents
The shephard has pulled the wool over your eyes
May I take your order
Where are the lumps in my gravy (x4)
Where are the lumps in my funk
As it is so shall it be
If being is what it´s about
I is maximumisness
Yoho
This is freedom of information gettin´ funky
History, mystery, prophecy, new age world philosophies
Contemporary gossip has it that mother hubbard has a funk
CIAIO as in P2 illuminating funk P.U.
Food for thought
The hearts and minds of men and nations
Food for thought
The great heresy, the non-believer, the infidel
Food for thought
And guess who´s coming to dinner
Oh be quiet, what are you some kind of messiahship connection
Shut up, play Herbie
I am Sir Nose D´Voidoffunk, I will never dance
I am the subliminal seducer
And the freedom of information is too expensive for you
I will never dance, I will never dance
You lie
MaximumisnessLRC歌词
Say somethin´ social "What I wouldn´t eat if I wasn´t on a diet"
Say somethin´ political "I´m dyin´ to eat it"
Say somethin´ funky
Where are the lumps in my gravy (x4)
Where are the lumps in my funk
A habit can be broken if you drop it
You say you try to kick but you can´t stop it
Biscuits good to the gravy when you sop
Like drippin´ from Joe you can´t stop it
Poppa died of a headache
´Cause he refused to be a cotton picker
Read this on a bumper sticker
And the gravy from greens is called pot liquor
Just food for thought
And would you like to say
Enlightening baby
Ah, let´s eat
I don´t want to be a guru
Or claim to be a preacher or a teacher
Let me run something through to you
I feel for ya, I hope I can reach ya
Feel for ya, hope I can reach ya
Feel for ya, hope I can reach ya, yeah
Whoa this is maximumisness
Bringing you organic truth
Food for thought
According to the geneology of the P documents
The shephard has pulled the wool over your eyes
May I take your order
Where are the lumps in my gravy (x4)
Where are the lumps in my funk
As it is so shall it be
If being is what it´s about
I is maximumisness
Yoho
This is freedom of information gettin´ funky
History, mystery, prophecy, new age world philosophies
Contemporary gossip has it that mother hubbard has a funk
CIAIO as in P2 illuminating funk P.U.
Food for thought
The hearts and minds of men and nations
Food for thought
The great heresy, the non-believer, the infidel
Food for thought
And guess who´s coming to dinner
Oh be quiet, what are you some kind of messiahship connection
Shut up, play Herbie
I am Sir Nose D´Voidoffunk, I will never dance
I am the subliminal seducer
And the freedom of information is too expensive for you
I will never dance, I will never dance
You lie
