Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh I see flowers dressed in blue Painted pink skies proof enough it's you Oh it's you All creation claims your truth All creations eyes in awe of you We're in awe of you Placed on embers I'm on ten All that's in my soul cries out like Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Blood stained cross, disfigured face Jesus i'm entwined into your grace Into your grace And I can't even help it I don't want to go around it I'm all in, all in about it I can't help but just fall for your love Oh you're love Placed on embers I'm on 10 All that's in My soul cries out like Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh My soul cries out like Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh My soul cries out like Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh

Intro One: (only on Dr. Octagon "hidden track" original version) I would have been completely dead had it not been for the Shark Man. Shark Man? *chuckling* Judging from his appearance, that's the most appropriate Name I could come up with for him. I hate this kid. This uhh... THING you're talking about. It had the body of a shark, and the arms and face of a man? That's the chap. Holy jumping jackfish! Intro Two: Mr. Gerbik *Moaning, growling* Yes, you have met the dangerous 208 year-old Uncle of Dr. Octagon. I myself Mr. Gerbik. Half-shark, half-man, skin like alligator. Carrying a dead walrus. Check it. Verse One: Mr. Gerbik With my white eyes, gray hair, face is sky-blue yellow Sideburns react, my skin is colored lilac My skin turn orange and green in the limousine People think I'm mixed with shark, drinking gasoline Underwater I breathe and let loose on my sleeve Walking down Hollywood Boulevard with a credit card Three alligators behind me, feel my skin is hard Transvestites, and people watch space parasites I left his head in the store, legs in the street Body in Wilcox, with blood dripping off my feet L.A.P.D. through gray clouds couldn't see me I first turned rainbow, closed my eyes, watch my brain glow People got scared and ranned away they think I'm weird I was born this way, halfsharkalligator Is he weird? Chorus: Mr. Gerbik *singing* Half-shark-alligator-half-man "Half man, half shark!" Half-shark-alligator-half-man "Half man, half shark!" Verse Two: Mr. Gerbik My vomit fluctuates, covers your skull like protoplasm Lightning bugs turn pink, on my tongue catches spasms Green elephants, I battle streets with a zebra My mechanism is more than Dionne's psychic voodoo African beads, snakeskins, cold script through you my medical passes You can't see, with greedy glasses Carbon dioxide, pour right through em with gases My description dinosaur I was made half-shark-half-man, my skin is like razor blades Seven-oh-seven, Mr. Gerbik Verbally no one change my thoughts, animals fly from Philly My appetites more big it's time for wildabeasts Adjust my skulls, seven eyes switch hydraulic scribbles And shrimps, mack gorillas like a pimp Half-shark-alligator-man Chorus 2X Verse Three: Mr. Gerbik In my real world, orangutangs dance for Thanksgiving With skeleton bones and skunk tails, is my mission Holding backward raps to all my power packs Babboons clap, and girl horses wanna hit the sack We're too bold for ocean water, monkeys sniffin ice Contact Jupiter pools Martians bring my rice I'm out flyin with purple capes in the twilight Oooh ooh ooh, tonight's the night My oxygen region's, New York to California Half shark alligator half man! Outro: PBS "Nature" It takes a supreme feat of strength to swim through The water plows while dragging two hundred and Fifty pounds on your back... the crocodile's teeth Are designed to seize and hold, not to cut through Skin. During all the hours the somber lay in the water, But are unable to penetrate the deer's tough hide. The crocodiles make a few token objections; but in the End, give up the struggle.

Bear witness Creatin' rap music 'cause I never dug disco

First patient, pull out the skull, remove the cancer Breakin' his back, chisel necks for the answer Supersonic bionic robot voodoo power Equator ex my chance to flex skills on Ampex With power meters and heaters gauge anti-freeze Octagon oxygen, aluminum intoxicants More ways to blow blood cells in your face React with four bombs and six fire missiles Armed with seven rounds of space doo-doo pistols You may not believe, livin' on the Earth planet My skin is green and silver, warhead lookin' mean Astronauts get played, tough like the ukelele As I move in rockets, overriding, levels Nothing's aware, same data, same system Earth People, New York and California Earth People, I was born on Jupiter Earth People, New York and California Earth People, I was born on Jupiter Earth People, New York and California Earth People, I was born on Jupiter Earth People, New York and California Earth People, I was born on Jupiter Now my helmet's on, you can't tell me I'm not in space With the National Guard United States Enterprise Diplomat of swing with aliens at my feet Comin' down the rampart through beam on the street Obsolete computes, compounds and dead sounds As I locate intricately independent Economic rhymer got savoury store food In Capsule D my program is ability For a reaction and response to a no-one Identification Code: Unidentified I got cosmophonic, pressed a button, changed my face You recognised, so what? I turned invisible Made myself clear, reappeared to you visual Disappear again, zapped like a android Face the fact, I fly on planets every day My nucleus friend, prepare, I return again My 7XL is not yet invented Earth People, New York and California Earth People, I was born on Jupiter Earth People, New York and California Earth People, I was born on Jupiter Earth People, New York and California Earth People, I was born on Jupiter Earth People, New York and California Earth People, I was born on Jupiter Space Ranger, contact tubes, send synthetics I program one and go to Earth through the fax machine My number's Seven-Oh-Nine Seven-Five-Five Six-E-L-Three Computer File: Nine-Three Digital level, standing on the terminal Upside down through polygons fightin' pentagons Changin' blue skin, my brown colour's comin' back I'm psychedelic this time, come in rainbow Look at the green lights and y'all see my brain glow Five colours: yellow, black and red and green... purple Earth People, New York and California Earth People, I was born on Jupiter Earth People, New York and California Earth People, I was born on Jupiter Earth People, New York and California Earth People, I was born on Jupiter Earth People, New York and California Earth People, I was born on Jupiter

Three thousand! Three thousand! I crank up lyrical flows, spit spats, what's that The pattern records, don't touch the dats, yo Check out the pro skills, medic fulfills Contact react to style I'm back you lack Channels and handles, automator's on the panels Turnin knobs you slobs suckers like baskin robs Carvel don't tell your whole crew is ice cream fudge Rappers that budge, makin moves step in grooves And ride the pace like at thirty-three dark shades Now you seein me Rap moves on to the year three thousand Three thousand! Three thousand! Three thousand! Let me shuffle red red red see the black heart it ain't hard Pick and choose you lose oops you lost Check out the boss on broadway down to walkways Suckers with mics that end up with tooth decay I, the doctor, stop ya, in your world rock ya Heads bop, forever tunes and they won't stop like hip-hop Keeps growing, sick of sick of showing Scratches in matress business money reattaches worldwide Deep inside stops the diamond rocks In a million world, billion world, quitrillion world Rap moves on to the year three thousand Three thousand! Three thousand! Three thousand! Three thousand! As space I've shown participator acts walk up clog up and mess up Water down the sound, that comes from the ghetto In the middle the core you tour explore experience What is real you feel, changing ways Commercial rap's in the grave, stuff on disc that's very wack That you saved, you think it's good won't go platinum Or even turn wood, sell the cassette Your homey's tape deck gets wet You my pet, my poodle chicken noodle's on the rise Open your eyes and see my life Rap moves on to the year three thousand! Three thousand! Three thousand! Three thousand! Three thousand!

* These lyrics appear on the Bulk Recordings reissue on Dreamworks {Kool Keith samples are scratched and repeated} (Dr. Octagon) With yellow eyes, my green face, my pink and white afro I'm no toy kid, your style is made by Hasbro G'niff gnapp, you think you got that real hip-hop I saw the chart so quickly, watched your album flop I'm Doctor Octo, curlin waste, tourin rhinos Liftin horses, throwin cows at your fake forces You know my gold style, rabbit fur coat style You be freezin with the flu watch you keep sneezin Like Breezly Brewin, your style I'ma have to ruin Chop up your tactics, you gimmick groups need to practice You be there, like Michael Jackson in my atmosphere Gerbils for rectums, I break you off like Richard Gere I'm so fantastic, your metal fist is still plastic Compelled with no threats, your rhymes bounce off my shield New York City, California, roll my Ampex reel No corny loops and assemble with Timberland boots I'm strictly monster with turtlenecks like Frankenstein Drop that mic kid, you lost, so that ass is mine Dr. Octagon I get real raw -- change arrangements on your face Superspeed... flowin! {Kool Keith samples are scratched and repeated} (Dr. Octagon) Doctor Octo, mental disorder, person in alias Fifty-five-six computer tracks on your ass cracks Therapy patient ignored your rhymes in the train station You don't want none, the vomit's on your cinnamon bun You still rappin in the city talkin pig latin In fact you no test, you tired man, won't you rest? Take that sleep with NoDoz, that common style is cheap You bought your mic cord, payola scams the Billboard Slots that's not hot you settle for the nuts you got Record releases, your crew is wack like chocolate Reese's Urine stains are spread out, fly colours on your brains You beware, orangutangs tappin on your window Bulls and coyotes, while roaches walk around your poodle Like Shakespeare, genius thoughts pumpin every year MC's know, retire quick rap like? Josie Merriweather with blocks on your skin is clever Upright direction, I battle any yeast infection Put missiles to work, my needles in your midsection Hold upright, I burn your anus with the purple light Use up your power, make phone calls for an hour Dr. Octagon I get real raw -- change arrangements on your face {Double tempo and fast scratching} {Scratching slows and continues to over Keith samples} {Keith samples end song}