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[Chorus:]
Baby used to be a California dream
Baby used to be a California dream
Baby used to be a California dream
But eventually everything becomes a dirt pit

In a showroom frame I attract another hit
If you run to the sun, call Lu, then you trip

[Featuring GangStarr]

[Chorus]

the life you is walking through

such a bitch

My Definition of a Boombastic Jazz Style

Here we go are you ready for one other
Dream Warriors' noise is new discover al
Once again with a new blend so telephone a friend
(yo dude I just got this new song It's dope man)
Compact disc to the prime is optimist
Fans and friends I'm universally cosmic

Channels, missing, fathoms below zero|Don't attempt to be a hero|But you boldly go into effects of the channel missing|Your life is missing what I impale [?]|Over seas never sought my man|Don't attempt to trail my trail yet, you can't understand|Twenty thousand words all abound, oh|You still want to venture on, then venture into this song|Come come come, into the typhoon|Use the force, Luke!|No, I'll use the source|To eliminate and obliterate at a rate of acceleration|Generation a nation cell|Oh well, they got us living in his hell|Fighting for freedom, oh what a deja vu?|Hell and back, go on a trip|Scratch the record until it skips to my King Lu|Learn the words that salvation will bring you|I am the sun, I am music to the fifteenth parallel|With main the come a joy, the room might consume, annoy me|When you drilling, scratching through the enamel|In fascination and and a desperation for the missing channel||Tune from the missing channel|This is a tune from the missing channel|Tune from the missing channel|This is a tune from the missing channel|Tune from the missing channel|This is a tune from the missing channel|Tune from the missing channel|This is a tune from the missing channel||Whispered secrets of a shattered age|I summon you, to renew this sage and age|Before a riot starts|Before the record charts|Rearrange the dumb from the humdrum|Dance to the drum|Come and get some!|Or bob your head, dread, as I numb the brain, son|By what use, by what crawls|By what does not. [?]|Then all [?] recede and rot|I'm gonna ask you a question|To see if you know the time, rhyme|No competition now|Who comes from the missing channel, and|Who attacks the wack, subliminal?|And if you said Dream Warriors, you get a cigar|And if you said someone else, Imma light your fart|And now we caught a squirrel, looking through a barrel|In search for a nut, but what he found was a||Tune from the missing channel|This is a tune from the missing channel|Tune from the missing channel|This is a tune from the missing channel|Tune from the missing channel|This is a tune from the missing channel|Tune from the missing channel|This is a tune from the missing channel||Oh, [?] start deck dumb fail|Touch on before with that frost-fingered fear|But this is just like the missing link|The more you think, the more you might shrink|Men with knowledge made megahertz|But still can't catch this tune on Earth|You might think it's magic, or sleight of hand|Even when your brain is so hard to understand|Picture my face with an open mind|Not a soul would know, or can find you|King's so far from reality|I don't even know how you made it through|But behold, and hold on to your sanity|You don't even know what you're into, do you?|This is life on the other side|You try to run, but you cannot hide|Too far gone, I can't hold on to you|Curiosity's got the best of you|Watch your step, the lights are flashing red|The level's peaked and he's brain-dead|Skin deep, to the phone is the tune|You're left all alone in the room, with the sync tone|Coma, the dream as they bring you to the limit|Drama, watch your step, for I am it|Prophets of breaks, the silence, we dismantle|There's room in the tomb of doom|For the missing channel|Boom|