| Mirror boy, rhyme with dada convention
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| Psychoanalysis didn’t mean anything
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| PVC costumes, letters to Castro
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| Show me what you’re reading, freaky girl with the afro
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| Franz Fannon, yeah yeah I get it
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| All that curiosity with something to offset it
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| Diagrams and plans, drawn in secret locations
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| Scientific babies, they be peddling information
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| The queen, she’s smoking prozac, we be smoking napalm
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| The verbal countries, they be smoking atom bombs
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| I wrote a book in the year seven-ten
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| By nineteensixty-nine I had written more
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| If you’re feeling insecure
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| Cause you’re living in a storm
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| If you find them, you can burn them
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| If you burn them you can keep warm
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| Them winds of change, they be bringing change
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| Especially now there’s prostitutes on Ilford Lane
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| You see, it’s kinda like, but no, it’s not the same thing
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| See there were men on the moon, but they killed them
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| Bearing in mind, my mind’s soul food
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| Bearing in mind, my mind’s aquarian
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| Bearing in mind, my mind’s mine
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| Times being what they are, Radar
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| Bearing in mind yes yes, y’all
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| Bearing in mind, there’s nothing in it
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| Bearing in mind, my mind’s mine
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| Times being what they are, Radar
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| Aeroplanes in my room
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| And I don’t know who’s flying them
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| They’re playing that tune
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| It’s okay, I got my eye on them
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| They’re making their messages out of them smokes
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| Words evaporate, I can’t read what they wrote
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| Their language is so strange, I never seen it’s kind
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| The smell of them vapors be taking my mind
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| Combined with that melody, them engines be humming
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| I pick up my mike, I put it down
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| See now I’m outside in, I don’t know where I’m going
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| I gets in my car, I starts rowing
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| But like the water is seeping
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| It’s getting in through the bottom
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| I tickle them fish
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| Swallow them whole, now I got some
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| Bones, sticking in my throat
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| Has anybody seen my universal antidote
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| Bearing in mind, my mind’s soul food
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| Bearing in mind, my mind’s aquarian
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| Bearing in mind, my mind’s mine
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| Times being what they are, Radar
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| Bearing in mind yes yes, y’all
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| Bearing in mind, there’s nothing in it
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| Bearing in mind, my mind’s mine
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| Times being what they are, Radar
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| Don’t even think 'bout it
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| Don’t even contemplate
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| Before the funk goes to your head
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| You better stop and wait
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| Don’t even think 'bout it
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| Don’t even contemplate
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| Before the funk goes to your head
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| You better stop
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| Don’t even think 'bout it
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| Don’t even contemplate
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| Before the funk goes to your head
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| You better stop and wait
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| Don’t even think 'bout it
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| Don’t even contemplate
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| Before the funk goes to your head
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| You better stop
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| And still it’s cool, like they does it in Egypt
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| I say come to that river man, but nobody’s seen it
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| Believe that, cinematic, atmospheric
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| Panasonic my headphones, ain’t nothing on it
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| Bonnets on cars, magazines, girls on Harleys
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| We’s sneaking up on babies, and we’s eating thems Farleys
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| I don’t know where my girl is, oh well, somebody took her
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| Fixing those strings as she sings Mr Hooker
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| Spikey hair my head, since I cut off my dreads
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| I got the green fishs tail, set sail on a moped
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| Jean of Arc’s on the back, trying not to fall off
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| Valentines park, hip hop, set it all off
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| It’s like I’m on a solitary exhibition
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| It’s like you see me everywhere, but you still know that I be missing
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| Pissing in the wind as I’m lookin' for them answers
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| In seventies movies and topless dancers
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| Bearing in mind, my mind’s soul food
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| Bearing in mind, my mind’s aquarian
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| Bearing in mind, my mind’s mine
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| Times being what they are, Radar
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| Bearing in mind there’s nothing in it
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| Bearing in mind yes yes, y’all
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| Bearing in mind…
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| Times being what they are, Radar |