text: Uh
  Pump, pump, woo!
  Come on
  Uh
  Solo, Im 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
  Its set up like a deck of cards
  Theyre sendin us to early graves for all the diamonds
  Theyll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades
  With poetry, I paint the pictures that hit
  More like the murals that fit
  Dont 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
  Doesnt that make it three in a row?
  Come on
  Uh
  Drop that
  Uh
  Come on
  Yeah
  Uh
  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 theyre 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
  Yeah
  Uh
  Aw, bring that shit in
  Uh
  Hey
  Freedom, yeah
  Freedom, yeah right
  Freedom, yeah
  Freedom, yeah
  Freedom, yeah, right
  Freedom, yeah
  Freedom, yeah, right