Lyrics:

The night was thick like the boom bip
Of the PE 98... Oldsmobile is so umph umph
Yeah yeah thick like that
Chillin' on my back listening to Bobbito
Naddin' to my head to that true school skizm
On my TV screen speed racer wins again
Headhipnadnotic bliss is what I was in
I wish I was in a world of beats and bass lines
Milks and dope rhymes
Clicked my heels three times (Nah just bugging')
But then Boom! there's a flash of no ordinary light
Too strong to be my TV so I open my eyes
The original beam me up Scotty appears in my room
Stickyfingers lookin' kid in a hoody with
A beeper in his side
He greeted me in that old school
Spiritual ...so so so-live
I give greeting from planet Adidi
So do you wanna take a ride then follow
My stride?
Well listen kid if I follow from behind
What will I find on the other side?
Know what I'm saying'?
I can't hold it back
I'm lookin' for the line
Just chill ...because hip hop is a friend of mine

Lighting a blunt before he was
Beamed to my jeep wondering how this nigger
Is going to do this
And ain't nobody on my block notice
What was going on
The bodegas was closed
The streets were bare
Nobody on my foot stoop doin' hair
My 4x4 had become unidentified flying beemer
Mama always said I would make it out the projects
A headnaddas journey to the other side
I see the motha ship in the distance
Damn I thougnt I was splifted
But I put my jeep in gear and soon
Found my self lifted

Gliding pass Pluto
Movie' through the stars amongst the black mass
A mass of sugar shaft
Comin' up on planet black
Camouflaged amongst the stars
Black black ...the chants of its people
Broke through my radar
The song of it's people trembled my ship
It was black but looked almost forgotten
Not like planet blue
Not made blue by the heaves
But made blue by this white chain of
Stars surrounding it
Pulling at it tugging at the smiles
Of it's people
Planet Blue world of the blues
Planet Jazz da bee bop of big bands
And big bass and undergrounds
People gave all they had to Jazz gods
To show them the way
Miles, Byrd and Coltrane to whom they praised
The soil was rich as the music
But yet the people of planet Jazz
Da bee bop knew how to smile
The grit like the planet called Funkadelic
Where it orbits it's moon and it's moon orbits it
It's president was Clinton who lived in
The house of Parliament
And the house Atomic Dog
Finally allying himself with Sir Nose d'
Funk to fight their archenemies on
The planet disco
The planet of disco ...damn we must close
Pass the second moon of sugar hill
I see it, I see it in the distance
I hear it, I hear it the boom big in the
Distance, planet Adidi

Yo! beemer to motha ship, beemer to motha ship
This is beemer Brooklyn S9O9
It seems I can't make it through all this
Atmospheric boom bip
Beemer to motha ship
Beemer to motha ship
You got to let me through this boom bip

The horn riffs of Doug E's show
Welcome me to Adidi
The b-boy army stood in a b-boy stance
While the people nadded their heads
To the ever present beat
The boom bip, the boom bip was everywhere

The trees looked like miks
Rooted in the boom bip
Looking up at the sun
A glowing turntable
That gave energy to the boom bip
The clouds bounced and rained down boom bip
The boom bip was everywhere
Each nation nadded a different way
Yet they all nadded
The land of the headnaddas
The nation of the fila
Planet Adidi, planet Adidi
What's the point of going home
Beats and bass lines
Mikes and dope rhymes
This is what I want
This is what I need
The boom bip
The boom boom bip
I say peace to my man
On the motha ship
The boom, the boom, the boom bip
This is something for the radio
The boom, the boom, the boom bip
Party people in the house
La di da di, the boom, the boom, the boom bip