Chicken Little

(cc) Mike Stop Continues

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I had an idea that I might make a hip-hop album someday (and I still might), but this song was really the best of all my work in that direction. Chicken Little is my hope for a future, though in retrospect, the tempo-sliding on this demo is a little bit over the edge. What do you think?

The sky ain't fallin'.
Not gonna have to run for cover.
Forget the past.
Hey Chicken Little,
Nothing's wrong!

Pleased to meet you. My name is Mike S---
Space-Time got stoked, so no it ain't about appearance.
With a heave and a sigh, it's comin'. Heh!
No fother-muckers done nothin' then boom!
It's the end times! Kids, no more bed times!
Your crockaby parents racked the ladle of the soul.
"Did you really want to die forever?"
Forever? Well we still got that, see...

The world is like a melting pot from black, white, chink, gay, straight, robot.
We fret and frak our kindred peeps, no clue as to the greater shape.
The pot in 'melting pot's the soul that holds us all within it's walls.
The flame beneath is life and lives to heat, reheat, and start again.
But we inside can't tell and wonder where left ends and right begins.
And now we start to vaporize...

"My baby boy!" What mama?
"I never knew you was gonna die." Oh, mama.
"My baby boy..." You can see with your eyes...

The sky ain't fallin'.
Not gonna have to run for cover.
Forget the past.
Hey Chicken Little,
Nothing's wrong!

The sky ain't fallin'.
Not gonna have to run for cover.
Forget the past.
Hey Chicken Little,
Nothing's wrong!

Eight trillion heads turned toward the sky,
but no one runnin'. Why?
The human race had had it rough —
orphaned from Eden — stuffed
into a small world after all,
pressure-cooked 'til we reached a boil.
Woot! Pop the top ready or not!
All we knew in the melting pot
stood still 'til things got hot and now
sublimate and evaporate
Like rockets shooting towards the sky,
so you know that by goodbye
we transcend onto higher planes...

"My baby boy!" Yes mama?
"I never knew you would touch the sky!" Oh, mama!
"My baby boy..." Yay!

"This is Mike Stop Continues to report here for the channel whenever news right now.
I spans here at the site of what look to see a mass ascension,
the world healing with exponential speed,
leaving this reporter to heave and sigh deeply at the bright white light
that you might not notice swelling deeply within you,
yet what bodes for the world at large is all and most magnificently,
certain we'll return with more news from after you solved all of life's problems,
looked back on then, and bliss out now."

The sky ain't fallin'.
Not gonna have to run for cover.
Forget the past.
Hey Chicken Little,
Nothing's wrong!

The sky ain't fallin'.
Not gonna have to run for cover.
Forget the past.
All big and little,
Sing the song!

The sky ain't fallin'.
Not gonna have to run for color.
Forget the past.
Hey Chicken Little,
Nothing's wrong!