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L I B MR DUCKS....

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Lyrics by Brian David Bell, Music by Bob Maltby....

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Verse 1....

U find yourself upon another planet locked outside of time....

Skiing way outside the lines of powder fresh fallen on the mind....

It’s okay just grind your teeth and prepare yourself for the ride....

Feel the tidal wave move through your feet as we dance…….all through the night ....

back and forth like a pendulum....

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Chorus ....

Mr Ducks got a place to hide where no one can find me....

L I B it’s in my mind when I am frying....

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Verse 2....

A look back to our prior days....

Bowls we blazed thanks we gave....

Boogie Matrix family makes my day....

They already ready for the party move this way....

Toward the middle wiggle jiggle what I say....

Tunes proved to make the blues go away....

With funky rhythm listen to the mechanism play……..all through the night....

Back and forth like a pendulum....

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Chorus....

Mr Ducks got a plane to fly at least he’s trying....

L I B it flew right by where I was hiding....

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Jam....

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Chorus....

Mr Ducks got a strange design no one is buying....

L I B I gave my dime for bottled lightning

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Witness....

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Lyrics by Brian David Bell, Music by Bob Maltby....

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Verse 1....

Does it ever feel like you can’t get a break?....

Or you hold your breath for too long a wait....

Or you’re workin’ hard for too little pay....

And no one ever sees things your way....

Well its time you let out that deep breath ....

You may have gotten your feet too wet....

But it’s never too hard to clean up that mess....

Relax things will start to make sense....

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Chorus....

Can I get a witness for all the right that I do....

Can the wrong just go unnoticed despite the payback that follows through?....

Could I just close my eyes as the police man comes by?....

Can I blink and become invisible or spread my wings and fly....

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Verse 2....

Do you want to sing the good message but society plugs their ears....

And just when you find your purpose you’re too far along in years....

It’s a cruel, cold world I agree....

So let’s smile and warm up globally....

If you can pass on just one glimpse of hope....

Perhaps one more human can stand and cope....

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Verse 3....

I toss my penny into the well....

Throw salt over my shoulder but which way I can’t tell....

I cross my finger and don’t step on the cracks....

When I’m lost I just retrace my steps....

Keep my finger off the trigger and my head to the sky....

Demand respect for friends and family and never say die....

Stick my neck out on the line and in turn expect the same....

Pray for faith, give thanks and always praise His name

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Cracking Up....

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Lyrics by Brian David Bell, Music by Bob Maltby....

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Verse 1....

Come with us we’re just a barrel of nuts upon the edge of disaster....

Who’s runnin’ this charade playin’ games, who’s got the serious blaster....

And if we can find - our way....

Into the atmosphere perhaps we’re all jumpin’ through time – and space....

Out our climb to the top so we can all reach the truth....

That we can’t take away our transgressions with a voting booth....

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Verse 2....

Skydivin’ drivin’ slidin’ off the slope survivin’ when I’m fallin’ off backwards....

All the time that I was flyin’ cryin’ out angels held me by suspenders....

We’re not suppose – to live this way....

Quite frankly though I don’t know how much bull shit I can’t take....

Away my transgressions with a voting booth....

Trying to space out our climb to the top so we all can reach the truth....

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Bridge....

In view you see the truth once you take a deep look inside....

Realize you can’t clean up your conscience by election time....

Make your choice in the booth but the truth there is no priest inside....

You must decide dumb, deaf, blind and there will be no where to hide, no where to hide....

We are all just as guilty unless we choose now to fight....

Come with us we’re just a barrel of nuts and yes we’re cracking up, we’re cracking up....

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Verse 3....

Opinionate inflated too far overrated by the overdosed actors....

Lost our way today but I’m not to blame sociopathic type factors....

And if we can time our escape into our own borders without order put up our own gates....

That we have trouble climbin’ to the top so we all can see the truth....

That we can’t take away our transgressions with a votin’ booth

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Overloaded Clown Car....

Lyrics by Brian David Bell, Music by Jim Kahmann....

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Influenza Anthem ....

Dirty as I gets ‘em....

Cleanliness got nothing on me I spit on wisdom....

Maindirt Infectious....

Filthy New perspectives....

Dissect us....

Boogie Matrix interceptions of the negative perceptions....

Then we gather together family and shine like reflectors....

It’s the beginnings of a new day....

No one is blue day....

Thank my Lord as I’m passin’ round the doobay doobay....

Pursue me at High speed....

Find other MC’s just too far behind me....

Serious weed is what I’m sparking....

Passing Bomb bud to duff as he’s parallel parking....

Embarking on an intense trip of our own....

Feels like fear and loathing in O High O....

Takin' doses on a trial – basis....

Oberservin’ melting faces....

Traces in my spine lead to further allegations....

Of my dopeness....

Control this never....

Much too clever....

Authorities learned they lesson second guessin’, now my chains are severs....

Free at last let me loose find the closest chronic blast....

Sent to vast – creative wasteland ....

Filled with monkeys with the munchies....

That can’t fit into they waistbands....

Verbal mase can....

Now you teary eyed and waisted in the basement....

Used purple and brused like I abused and eggplant ....

Plus yo flows old and fowl and stagnant....

The only cure a dose of Boogie Matrix straight to your face man

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Ronald J.....

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Lyrics by Brian David Bell, Music by Jim Kahmann

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Verse 1

Morning slits in the shades grow bright

Day begins with the rat race aint right and he knows…….....

Going to make a change or come to blows....

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Take to the streets with the thoughts of peace....

In a city where the ideal of love is deceased and he knows…….....

Has to watch his back where ever he goes....

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Chorus

For the simple sake of sanities sake....

Ronny gets up when others sleep and go to bed when they wake and....

He lives my daily life in quite the same way....

Stoned and all alone cuz human nature is to get led astray....

Just call him upside down and backwards but full speed ahead....

Away from the mainstream is the life he’s have led....

And many question it but Ron ignores all their pleas....

Keeps his headphones like rubbers, conformity’s a disease....

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Verse 2

Ron trods onto the jobsite and his foreman is pissed

Cuz Ron’s a stoner but the foreman drinks and beats his own kids, Ronny knows…..

Legalities don’t make a toilet a rose

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Ronald fights to put himself inside another man’s shoes

But that just gives him a bad case of athlete’s foot and the blues and he knows…….....

Your mental state becomes the seed that you sow....

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Chorus

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Verse 3....

Off the grind catch a train to where the music is made....

It reinforces positivity we try to portrait and he prays……....

That he can pass it on like everyday....

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Closes his eyes bobs his head and does the Ronald J groove....

Tears fill his eyes he thanks his Maker for the power to move and he prays…….....

Help me move others through the choices I make (actions I take)....

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Chorus....

Oh Ronny J.....

Oh Ronny J.

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Gifts....

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Lyrics by Brian David Bell, Music by Jim Kahmann....

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Verse 1....

If we had a chance to reverse the things we’ve done, I don’t want to backtrack much, oh oh....

Often in life we find the ways to mess things up, like I don’t know which way this verse runs....

The universe runs on the love we give, ....

Move your body tres positive,....

Kahmann poundin’ on the keys provide the jib, ....

Now pack it and pass it around.....

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Chorus....

If I had another chance to take, I’d give mine to you, I’d give mine to you nothin’ else to do my friend....

If I had another chance to play I would play for you, I would play for you and only you my friend....

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Verse 2....

If we had the power to instill our beliefs, then we would all be at peace, oh oh....

Often time in this life we can’t find relief, but Jah love is behind me,....

So blinding is the past my friend,....

Look into the future find a plan,....

Seek mystery from what you don’t understand,....

Take Jah love and pass it around.....

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Verse 3....

I hope and pray that we find out which way is up, until then I and I can’t do much, oh oh....

Do something to contribute before your time is up, see if we can spread love,....

Spread love everywhere you go,....

If you get one more chance shine like gold,....

Don’t just break destroy the mold,....

No more shackles threw then on the ground.

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Pictia....

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Lyrics by Brian David Bell, Music by John Kuntz....

Picture this....

Picture us without a dire need of change....

Without a mad man at the reigns ....

Without a world that’s gone insane....

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Picture this....

Picture children born free from the disease....

Thst has no cure ....

Devouring every shore with true equality....

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Picture this....

Picture Soldiers with cameras in their hands....

Taking shots of ancient lands....

Instead of fighting Taliban....

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Picture this....

Picture everything that our world could be....

If we all showed a little love....

And all worked toward a little peace....

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Picture this!!!

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Festilove....

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Lyrics by Brian David Bell, Music by Boogie Matrix Mechanism....

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Verse 1....

Billy Bo rabbit was a workin man....

When the rabbit wasn’t workin Billy likes to dance....

If you like to get down mama here’s yo chance....

Find your own Billy rabbit take him by the hand....

Lead yo silly Billy rabbit from the place he’s at....

Get his lil rabbit rockin with yo pussy cat....

We groovin’ and we makin love inside the matrix shack....

We put it down and throw it up no matter where we at....

It’s a simple equation all you gots to do....

Look around and find a spot to shake your boogaloo....

Find a hotty shake yo body til its black n blue....

You look all sweet and sweaty girl with clothes that stick like glue....

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Chorus 1....

Caught that festi love....

Caught a bad case of festi love....

Caught that festi love girl ....

Now you got me infected with that festi love....

Now come here girl....

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Verse 2....

You know Miss Bo rabbit yeah she likes to chill....

Warm and laid back in the cut maybe she pops a pill....

But that don’t matter much she livin’ it up....

In the tent late night jammin’out and not hangin’ tough....

She has a way simplistic and a natural smell....

Has all the men locked in a trance but baby they can’t tell....

A thing of beauty has ‘em twisted need to get with her fast....

She takes her pic and lays me down upon the warm wet grass....

You can catch her where the music fills the hills at night ....

Getting down hard as she can she’s got the feelin’ that’s right....

The girls a vixen that’s fo sure yet she’s still clean and pure....

Want to shower her with love cause she just got off tour....

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Chorus 2....

Caught that festi love....

Caught a bad case of festi love....

Caught that festi love girl ....

Now I got you infected with that festi love....

Now come here girl....

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Chorus  3....

Caught that festi love....

Caught a bad case of festi love....

Caught that festi love girl ....

Now we both got infected with that festi love....

Now come here girl………let’s dance....

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Bridge....

We up late under stars I caught up with her first day....<