Fly Guy Rap - Intellectual

[Hook]

The perfect high, the perfect high, the perfect high!

[Verse 1]

Hey, you see there was once a boy called Give-Me-Some-Roy, he was nothin' like me or you

Because laying back and just getting high was all he ever cared to do

You see, Give-Me-Some-Roy sat down in the cellar sniffin' some airplane glue

And when he finished with the glue he smoked banana peels which then was the thing to do

He said "Man this high is really a wack, and so I better find 'nother way"

And then he sat in the corner started saying to himself "You know I got a smoke a J today"

He tried smoking marijuana and a little dust

But when the reefer didn't do you know the dust he couldn't trust

So he tried LSD and then some THC but it didn't quite do the trick

And when the poppers and the reds nearly bust his head then he ate mushrooms that made him sick

Now don't you know, I got that beat

And I'ma get on down just to rock your feet

'Cause you've been sittin' in your seat, gotta pat your feet

Sho' 'nuff to my what, to my funky beat

Now I'm Fly Guy and I'll get you by

If nobody else gives you a try

Said I'm in your mind and I'm in your ear

And I can get on down in your atmosphere

Now don't you know, I got finesse

'Cause I ripped the 'S' off of Superman's chest

Said me and Superman had a fight

I hit him in the head with some Kryptonite

And I know that you know he was out of sight

I digged into his mind like a dynamite

So wind up the joint, screw your wig on tight

And I'll tell you a little story about Dolemite

At the age of one, we had some fun

At the age of two, I rocked with Boogaloo Sue

At the age of three, I set you free

At the age of four, I gave you a little more

At the age of five, I made you live

At the age of six, I said I gave you a mix

At the age of seven, took you to heaven

At the age of eight, I said I made it great

At the age of nine, I rocked your behind

At the age of ten, I did it again

I said a-don't you know, I got that beat

And I'ma get on down in a disco heat

And just get off your job, get your check

And then come on down to my discotheque

And we can check out my man, Fly Guy

Sho' 'nuff [?] just a gettin' you high

I said I got a little story I want you to know

'Cause I'm rockin' to the beat in stereo

Now I want all of you to listen all you gals and cats

About a groove people know by the name of Bubba Fats

See Bubba Fats was a man big and tall, he was sittin' on a mountain top

And then the mountain was so high that it could reach the sky and if you climb you will surely drop

You see Give-Me-Some-Roy tried over and over, tryin' to make it to the top

And like so many other people who attempted to climb, you know he definitely had to drop

You see Give-Me-Some-Roy tried over and over, to make this [?]

He said I got the [?] and I got this high and I'm here to rock the best

Now Give-Me-Some-Roy said to the Guru I wonder what the perfect high

About [?] people [?] people know I just got to ride

'Cause I got the beat, I got control

And I want the [?] rock my soul

You see I want them to know about the perfect high

Because I'm here just to rock it with Fly Guy

Don't you know that I got the juice

And I'ma get on down as I bust it loose

Come on y'all and let's [?]

And just get on down at the disco hop

The Guru said the high that you seek is not found on any drug or shelf

And if you really want to know about the ultimate high you got to find it deep inside yourself

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