Lyrics Opposable Thumbs - Busdriver

Opposable Thumbs

I’m a liberated plethora pro black factoids
to the white piccaninnies who love black boys
I go to every poetry reading
Wearing my dashiki coofie
And when all the OG’s are leaving
then I scoop my weekly booty
from women who are subdued by the
left-wing liberal gibble-gabble leading frivolous civil battles
my body’s offered to a higher cause
(?) squad
Shooting with earth tones and pastel colors
Enablin' me to start aquiring broads
I say cosmetics are extract from whale blubber
I’m saying tennis shoes are made from 4 year-olds in sweat shops
This aint kilwage (?)
Before you know it shes wearing moccasins and grass skirts
See how fast it works
(?) narcissists (?) eating multi-grain bread
Are reading books and saying TV (?) for the brain dead
It is simply because of her bourgeois upbringing
There’s her (?) vintage clothes hanging off a (?)
She’s college material turned into a fair-skin whore American forged
(?) formed a committee and I’m the chairman of the board
call me Harrison ford when I havta use my hands-so-low
guess what?
happiness, has a sales tax
we’re not soul mates, that’s just something that I read
I don’t love you, I am just a movie actor
Lets read poems in a nuclear reactor
You may think I’m just a anti-social bum
Well I don’t need you, cause I have opposable thumbs
Wanna hear my dissertation?
Exchange your tutu and tiara for this hemp anklet
Have you ever fucked 20 martyrs then (?) embankments
(?) and I wrapped into a handkerchief
I decorate my speech with taoism and karma
but I don’t know Walt Whitman from Walt Disney
Small titties and perky nipples (?)
Cause I have opposable thumbs (?)
I use to study abroad
(?) sex symbol Ehh?
Rap moguls make sums from money fraud
but I sell CD’s that sponge off young ladies and will
I was fighting for all of my rights when I stood still
Like a beattress to the KFC
When they sold chunks of the new (?) and red rooster
Genetically engineered (?)
and other girls (?) exponentially by the end of the year
(?) toilet seats, we’ll come to my place and read ya tarot cards
(?) and learn my political views, the colorful whimsical hues
guess what?
happiness, has a sales tax
we’re not soul mates, that’s just something that I read
I don’t love you, I am just a movie actor
Lets read poems in a nuclear reactor
You may think I’m just a anti-social bum
Well I don’t need you, cause I have opposable thumbs
I’m always meetin women, cause I’m happy with myself
Nanananana you believe me
Nanananana but my poems suck
Nanananana you bought my CD
Nanananana now your modem’s stuck
all the ladies in the house, who sleep with poets
just put your hands in the air, just let everybody know who you are
(know what im sayin) hey, young lady?
very good!
All I have is salty game and a membership to blockbuster,
trying to make (?) until she called me a cocksucker and told me to not touch her
Can’t two consenting adults be open about their sexuality over hot supper
Tryin to nibble on the woman flower but I get swooped down upon by the
ex-boyfriend crop duster
How can I sample her goods?
Must be a tree hugger who seems in-intent to re-number the sequence of events
or fucking (?) hate this self-pity who is it that lives in a little world
and has blatant hate for elf-city?
probly
She’ll think I commute from Mars to Earth
to pick a working princess in a poetry onto star-search
Even I’m of large gerth and have boils on my skin and I’m a hunchback
She’ll simply involve by my supposed artwork
Even though my poems sound like im the first mothafucka to hear (?)
And I’m so hollywood what it means (?) all the superstars
Eating wheat germs and fruit bars
(?) and roll up my used car
Like poetry for polygamy yeah
Poetry for polygamy yeah
guess what?
happiness, has a sales tax
we’re not soul mates, that’s just something that I read
I don’t love you, I am just a movie actor
Lets read poems in a nuclear reactor
You may think I’m just a anti-social bum
Well I don’t need you, cause I have opposable thumbs
thumps up, thumbs up
thumbs down
This goes out, this goes out to all the spoken-word artists
Nothin but hemp anklets and funkin' sun dresses
and fuckin' makeshift, bullshit dreadlocks
You know what I’m sayin?
I got a fetish for that