Uh, a pump a pump
Come on, uh
Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
All live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think
Yeah
Come on
The militant poet in once again, check it
It's set up like a deck of cards
They're sending us to early graves
For all the diamonds
They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades
With poetry, I paint the pictures that hit
More like the murals that fit
Don't turn away
Get in front of it
Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall playin' tic-tac-toe?
Yo, check the diagonal
Three brothers gone, come on
Doesn't that make it three in a row?
Your anger is a gift
Come on, uh
Drop back
Uh
Come on
Yeah, uh
Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall playin' tic-tac-toe?
Yo, check the diagonal
Three million gone, come on
'Cause ya know they're counting backwards to zero
Environment
The environment exceeding on the level of our unconciousness
For example
What does the billboard say
Come and play, come and play
Forget about the movement
Your anger is a gift
Yeah, uh
Awww, bring that sh** in
Uh, hey
Freedom...yeah...
Freedom...yeah right...
Freedom...yeah!
Freedom!
Yeah!
Freedom!
Yeah right!
Freedom!
Yeah!
Freedom!
Yeah!
Right!