Dip Dip
(c. clay; includes a portion of “let’s all chant,” written by m. zager)

My body, your body, every body, astral body…

You say I treat you like a dog, well I will not rectify -
so treat your puppy equal to the human kind
You say I look you up and down like you’re a piece of meat -
so put your face to the plate and peep the meat deep
Sunshine – I know you got many places to be,
but I sure do like it when you shine on me
so when you’re scopin’ for some admiration…
keep in mind: you got an open invitation
The spirit hides when you get too intellectual
You got no need to act so heterosexual
So 90210 - a jungle boogie bungalow
is where I rock and Reaper if you want me?
Come and take me, yo…

We know it’s automatic peace of mind
We know it’s gonna be tragic if you don’t shake your fat behind
Life is gonna be so nice when we return to light

Sunshine – I know you got many places to be
but I sure do like it when you shine on me
I’ll give you time before we go to take your bubble bath
but I won’t wait more than an hour and a half
I got so many blessings, I can’t count ‘em and
I only wear pants so I can stick my hands down ‘em and grope
I am the J/o J/o Boy and all of the rhymes that I employ
are to make the body and spirit one –
so let your mind fly free and get your fly undone

One day all I’m gonna wanna do is party
One day move/jump/jack my body
One day revolution done come
No more living on hope & crumb
No more living on hope & crumb –
See what’s on the collective tongue
They can lock you up but your spirit? Gets sprung

Well he looks good in clothes, but still I wanna shuck ‘em
He wins every argument because I always wanna fuck him
so come on hit that high note

We know it’s automatic peace of mind
We know it’s gonna be tragic
if you don’t hop to this conga line
We know this bus takes us past space and time
We know there’s gonna be no fuss cuz
my little baby girl already talks in rhymes

Rikki-Tikki-Tavi’s loved while he’s killing snakes
but when he eats the cabbage they start throwing garden stakes
His sticky dripping body oozing on the ground
cuz everybody bless the servant til the serpent ain’t around

I am the fine print in your holy book
You best be having re-translations

I believe the Devil loves God and God loves the Devil
and the sun’s the same flame that lights the infernal
that demon or angel’s just a question of casting
In the park we got hip hop and Yoko blasting

And all this satisfaction
that came when I reclaimed my passion… it grew
And I couldn’t get enough