text: Come
  Bring it on, bring it on now
  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
  Oh, come on, oh
  You see a set up like a deck of cards
  Theyre sending us to early graves for all the diamonds
  They 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 you forget your name?
  Did you 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?
  Your anger is a gift
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Drop it
  Sista, did you forget your name?
  Did you 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
  Forget about yourselfs, forget about your culture
  And forget about your history and just fly, and just fly
  Your anger is a gift
  Yeah yeah
  Bring that shit in
  Freedom for the real
  Freedom for the real
  Freedom for the real
  Freedom for the real
  Freedom for the real
  Freedom for the real
  Freedom, yeah
  Freedom, yeah right
  Yeah, freedom, yeah