Turbulent Flow (J.Crockett, J.Maramba, M.Feldman)

You can’t contain this!

That ain’t the way that it works

A freak eruption of convulsions and a series of jerks

You can’t explain this!

It’s just a matter of fact

No mathematic-apparatus can predict my attack

Can’t nobody stop this flow

Where it’s going no one knows

You think you know me

But all you know is my name

And my momentum has system that nobody can tame

A situation that one can never rehearse

The metamorphosis transforms us till the black bubble bursts

Can't stand the flux

Well, that's the crux

This ain't no static this is Turbulent Flow

Go

Can’t nobody stop this flow

Where it’s going no one knows

A generation

of vortex stretching and whirls,

its my spasmodic diatonic that will get you the girls  

It's a gyration,

chaotic eddies and flows,

who's complicated variation patterns god only knows

Feel the vibration of the hammer that hit

When Tashtego took the sea-hawk to the bottomless pit

Can’t nobody stop this flow

Where it’s going no one knows

Can't stand the flux

Well, that's the crux

Come try your lucks

Cuz static sucks

Don’t like the flux

Well that’s the crux

Cuz static sux

This ain’t no static this is Turbulent Flow

Can’t nobody stop this flow