Crop Circles

[Shaggy 2 Dope]

The sun rises and sets on time every day of the year,

But sporadically the circles appear

Baffling all through the history of no-man

Since fuckin with the mystery of Stone Hinge

Aliens, cults, witches with lawnmowers, mindblowers

Nobody knows what for sure

But he knows when I walk in the vicinity

But I can read 'em and I believe that I need 'em

I'm runnin' through a wheat field chasin' a ghost that loves circles

Use it for portals and time holes, and dance backwards and chant with the cult people

At the crop circle, I come to know people

Under moon rays, lightin' up my new ways

The new lays, they mow 'em down in two days

A hundred days from now, we'll pay for that mishap

With another hurricane bitch slap

[CHORUS]

The crop circles are talking to me…(Circle somethin', circle somethin')

The crop circles are talking to me…(Circle somethin', circle somethin')

Something slowly emerges for me…(Circle somethin', circle somethin')

The crop circles are talking to me…(Circle somethin', circle somethin')

[Violent J]

This ball of mud that we live on is alive

If you try to wipe it's mouth it's gonna wipe us out

I lay in a field alone in the middle of the night

Try to get my life right, pray for bright light

Set flames to the wheat rows during an eclipse

And the spirits will come out and dance, catch you a glimpse

They're like artists connecting the stars in rare fashion,

Intricately placed with secrets of white magic

I'm runnin' through the moon lit fields,

Followin' a little orb light hopin' it might reveal any secret

It's dancin' and I can't catch up, and I almost ran headfirst into a truck

No compass'll work and I'm lookin' for answers

While the sands of my hourglass fall up backwards

Have I lost you? Cause I've lost me too

But if your hiding in the crops I will come find you

[CHORUSx1]

[Violent J]

Forty thousand years ago, the stoning of a young man

His story written in the crops near spoken

In England, the face of a dead woman shown etched out a wheat field uniquely woven

[Shaggy 2 Dope]

Hieroglyphics, mathematical genius

predicting the orbital patterns of Venus

And the grass behind your grandpa's wood barn,

Complex designs dropped seconds before dawn

[Violent J]

Dead birds, scattered throughout the patterns of art

No explanation left by the shadows of dark

Batteries drained of they power in seconds

I'm layin in the crop circle countin my blessins

[Shaggy 2 Dope]

It might hurt though, headaches and nausea will creep in

And your nose will bleed when ya sleep in

[Violent J]

Don't go near there, don't dare - beware

Unless your like us, and don't care

[CHORUSx2]