Why don't you trust what you don't always do? How an electric corroborator is here? Good luck everyone, good luck Have a nice day, okay Most of it I can, most of it I can If I take a step out in the world Sow seeds that are inside of it all I care, so let that flow around I live and recall what each hour I got Today shifts, ending, so charming, you do know how So, that way, all of that joy rolls on to return it to you I was so on the move again, and this morning When every old scenes appear and pass by me Have to take care of what you're needing me to bring over to you Receiving what you said to notify Attention, never minded, today the fortune was "If you go outside, comfort zone should sway" And so, I just go about my own Keep it somewhere there in my mind Into another new day Most of it I can, most of it I can If we take a step out in the world Most of it I can, I do know it, I can In time, we could share some of that love I live and recall each hour I'm on It's lovely, feeling of that day turning around So glad, I'm feeling that joy, it rolls on to return it to you I got used to the heavy darkness on the screen And I feel as they forgot all about me When I think about it, so unhappy Wonder if I am "necessary" I thought about you and reminded in flashback An urge I need to feel, I could not fight back I take it upon me to leave and go meet you It's all that I need Maintaining wonder so long for this morning All moments, all the sentiments, and all learnings Before long, on the go, I have quickly just hit the road Suddenly, then, felt a bit of that kindness Then, you got to see it turn into the kindness that I got All out, rolls on to be out, back to you Most of it I can, most of it I can Since I could step out in the world Most of it I can, oh, to know it, I can Act out of truth, and to be in my heart And now I see that all scenes will resolve As to best suit when it nearly has now arrived Finding all around as it flows Go on now, from you to my heart, receiving it all I know you've got it coming through Soul focus on us, from me to you now Joy is the feeling spreading around I carry this out and see the colors Through every step out, I see kindness from me now Arriving into lives to play rolls Forever going around as it tolls Revolving on and on, ahh-ah-ah On to live another day of this life But while you're living in the moment When you find a little piece of joy that you're owed I will be hoping that you will know it

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)