Freedom Uggh! Pull, pull Wuh! (Sung sorta like Michael Jackson) Come on! Uggh! Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list Al 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!