Luyện nghe bài hát Cosmik Debris

The mystery man came
And he said "I'm sight!"
He said for a nominal service
I could nirvana tonight
If I was ready, and able
To pay him his fee
He drop all the rest of
His pressing and devote
His to me

But I said "Look here
who you jiving that cosmik debris?
Now who you jiving that cosmik debris?
Look here brother, don't waste time on me"

The man got nervous
And he around a bit
He reached in the pocket of his mystery
And he whipped out a kit
Now I it was a razor
And a can of goo
But he told me right when the top popped open
was nothin' his box won't do
With the oil of Aphrodite, and the dust of the Grand
He said "You not believe this, little fella
But cure your asthma too"

And I "Look here brother
Who you jiving that cosmik debris?
Now what kind of a guru are you,
Look here brother, don't waste your on me"
*(Don't your time)*

"I've got troubles of my own", I
"And you help me out
So, take your meditations and your
And ram it up snout!"
"But I got the crystal ball", he
And held it to the
So I it, all away from him
And I him how to do it right

I a newspaper 'round my head
So I looked like I was
I some mumbo-jumbo, then
I told him he was to sleep
I robbed his and pocketwatch
And everything else I
I had that hypnotized
He couldn't even a sound
I proceeded to him his future, then
As as he was hanging around
I said "The of meat has just gone up
And your old lady has just down!"

And I "Look here brother-who you
Jiving with cosmik debris?
Now is that a real poncho or is that a poncho?
Don't you know, you make more money as a butcher?
So, don't waste time on me"
waste it, don't waste your time on me
*(Shante)*