Ohh, pull, pull, ooh! Come on! Ohh
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?
Anger is a gift, come on, ohh
Drop that, ohh, come on, yeah, ohh
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 you know they're counting backwards to zero
Environment, the environment
Exceeding on the level of our unconsciousness
For example, what does the billboard say?
'Come and play, come and play, forget about the movement'
Anger is a gift
Yeah, ohh, oh bring that shit in
Ohh, hey
Freedom, yeah, freedom, yeah right
Freedom, yeah, freedom, yeah
Freedom, yeah right, freedom, yeah
Freedom, yeah right

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