| Lyrics: | Uggh!
A pump A pump Wuh!
Come on!
Uggh!
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?
Spoken quietly: "Anger is a
gift"
Come on!
Uggh!
(Guitar solo)
Check
that!
Uggh!
Come on
Yeah
Uggh
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 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
Spoken quietly: "Anger is a
gift"
Yeeeaaahhhh!
Uggh!
Awww, bring that shit
in!
Uggh!
Hey!
Freedom...yea...
Freedom...yea
right...
Freedom...yeeeaaahhh!
Freedom!
Yea!
Freedom!
Yea
right!
Freedom!
Yea!
Freedom!
Yea!
Right |
