10-Freedom

Ugh!

Pump, pump, wah

C'mon!

Ugh!

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!

C'mon!

The militant poet in once again, check it

It's set up like a deck of cards

They're sendin' 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 cha name?

Did ya lose it on the wall playin' Tic-Tac-Toe?

Yo, check the diagonal, three brothers gone

C'mon, doesn't that make it three in a row?

Anger is a gift

C'mon!

Ugh!

Drop that!

Ugh!

C'mon!

Yeah!

Ugh!

Brotha, did ya forget ya name?

Did ya lose it on the wall playin' Tic-Tac-Toe?

Yo, check the diagonal, three million gone

C'mon, '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!

Ugh!

Aw, bring that shit in!

Ugh!

Hey!

Freedom

Yeah!

Freedom

Yeah right!

Freedom

Yeah!

Freedom!

Yeah!

Freedom!

Yeah right!

Freedom!

Yeah!

Freedom!

Yeah right!