Fantasy - Miles Davis

Watch out for licks from my big fat stick

The stick is real thick, call me Easy Mo bick

But this bick can’t be flicked like a lighter to a joint

I’m easy, not water, get the point

In other words, the Mo ain’t a joke

And somethin' like the trumpet I’m jumpin' on the difficult folk

Miles is the style of the hip hop bugle

Not your ordinary, or even Chattanooga

The train that goes choo-choo

Like Norton sang Lulu

The horn casts spells like some witch doctor’s voodoo

The notes from his trumpet makes ladies get freaky like sex

Reach a climax, what’s next?

Two hunky-dories that’s tripled your fancy

Not in your panties, but up in your mind, that’s where we stand, see

That’s where you seek for the need of a chance to be

Part of the Easy Mo Bee and Miles Davis fantasy

Yeah

What I mean

What of the words?

For your mind, one time

Get up, stop

Take it, Miles