Текст песни The People - Joelistics

At cha
Ladies and gentlemen
Apologies for the loudness
Let's begin
J to the O to the E to the L-I-S-T-I-C-S in your stereo (Stereo)
Cool costume,
Cape and the belt and I'm saving
The world in the cliff-hanger episode
In the daytime I'm mild mannered,
In the night-time I fight crime at the disco
With the bomb track and the bomb rap
I'm the cool one line walk on Stan Lee cameo (hey)
And my thought bubbles gotta lotta what's up (sup)
Hidden power with the hype the crowd up
From the ground up
Bring the sound up
Ready for the take-off job done then I take the cape off
Then it's back to the horned rimmed
Glasses lonely apartment and secret identity
I didn't ask for the gift to be given to me
But with great power bring great responsibility (Yes)
Evildoers take heed Joelistics has got whatcha need
To the last scene when the credits roll
And I leave this planet with a girl through a wormhole
I hit 'em up with a beautiful lyric
And something sweet just to boost up their spirit
And I don't need no proton pill
But I still stay ill when the reels are real

Where the hell are all the ninjas at?
Where the hell are all the robots (robots)
Where the hell are all the zombies at
Where the hell are all the people? (People?)
Where the hell are all the cyborgs at?
Where the hell are all the androids (Robots)
Where the hell are all the aliens?
Where the hell are all the people? (People?)

The people
People
I am not a rapper I'm a Time Lord
And this is not a song it's a passport
I can give you everything you ask for
If everything you ask for is a good groove and some fine thought
And ill play with the themes,
The form with the freedom to roll on
The rhythm and lead from the barricade
Well dressed in black latex with a J
On the chest and I'm on another campaign
And reality is well drawn anime
Hit it with a gamma ray
Play it from a speaker
Loud like Tetsu while riding on a motorcycle
Into ya Tokyo yelling out Hi-yah!
But I'm just another product of my era
Part time superhero
Full time dreamer
Looking for a part to play
And the phone to slay
While agents slow decay
But that's okay man, that's alright
Still got the right to party all night
With a long face
On a Sunday
Looking for the best way to travel through space and time
And I battle with the rabble and the riddle and the everyday struggle
And I must be getting older
My allegiance swings in between all the heroes
And the villains that are sitting on my shoulder

Where the hell are all the Hip hop heads
Where the hell are all the Purists (Robots)
Where the hell are all the Ravers at?
Where the hell are all the people (People)
Where the hell are all the Art kids at?
Where the hell are all the Bogans? (Robots)
Where the hell are all the Communists
Where the hell are all the people (People)

People
People
People
People

Where the hell are all the ninjas at?
Where the hell are all the robots (robots)
Where the hell are all the zombies at
Where the hell are all the people? (People?)
Where the hell are all the cyborgs at?
Where the hell are all the androids (Robots)
Where the hell are all aliens?
Where the hell are all the people? (People?)

People
People