Public Enemy - Air Conditioning lyrics

[Verse 1] It's the same song heard over and over and over And over and over and over and over Gotta tell me why the hell they got a Mars Rover When much of Arizona still can't grow a Thing in dirt, I'm hurt You don't know Solomon Burke or James Brown did work Or the son of Bazerk, Ike turner beats Before he got meaner with Tina when times were leaner Cats did six shows, Horne at the Apollo, holla Dynamite shows below 5 dollars Sax machines, don't be so mean Heard were trumpets, c'mon, can you jump it? Off over the Atlantic, took the soul for granted Air stole the soul like a bandit, conditioning [Verse 2] Motown Stax put the soul to rest Chess put the blues up in that chest Sex shops backdrops Joe Tex beats in the middle of hip hop Get em out them seats Fast cars and faster women, take em to the limit The poetry of money, taking names down with it Sayin' no to techno, beat it up too quick Dark chords livin' on a sick guitar lick Mutated, faded, now I'm feelin' fella Hate I can't find it without radar Cross fader crossed over Caught in the chaos Can't hear want cause it costs some dollars And the air snatched the soul and we abandoned I think somebody planned it, conditioning [Verse 3] Please, please, please, Soul don't grow on trees Why a blues show, very few blacks show White folks from the front to the back row We know what we know from the radio Jazz show, even a rap show, can still be no black show Hot or not depends on the video James Brown in town Still few of us around, they don't even know flash From another shakin' a** Bet some cash, Soul is disappearin' fast Dance halls sorry, they ain't hardly Bob Marley Get that soul back on tracks Tighten up, don't always make them lyrics lighten up If the soul y'all feelin', lemme hear you say "Yeah!" Don't you feel it in the air? Conditioning