uppity RubyYacht 歌词

I brushed my teeth, but I left a little whiskey on my breath for you

Don't panic 'til they tell you to, known as the uppity class coons

Strap on your boots and grab the iron cast broom

'Cause somebody has to sweep the floor in this dark room

The bully van smelled like kush

This all starts to make more sense when sirens go off

Drop me off, partin' words were "have a better one"

Roll out the rule like sickle and hammer

His crew's bad still, but my crew's badder

The women are opaque, the men are bathin' apes

So who's a good chimp

I was holding on to all these things like relics

The museum and it's plinths are the mantle pieces

In the homes where colonial officers did their stints

The academics place their knowledge in the intellectual museum that hoards information as opposed to usin' it for action

Impassive

A black child, a wild child and a white child

I just saw steppin' past a stoop

All wearin' matchin' black track suits in denial of the loot

But, Wu-Tang is for the children

Rice and peas for the billions

Breathe in the past, breathe out the future

No true social analysis has a conclusion

Taught them wise

Seven sisters on a Friday night all waterside

To behold, to be held, to beheld upon

Was somethin' we never gelled upon

What went wrong, only you'd know

Yes, this is, this is the ignoble peon poet speaking

Dialing in directly to you from the blue satellite

Black Orpheus, the ruby yacht

It won't let me linger, it won't let me, nah

It won't let me linger, it won't let me

It won't let me linger, it won't let me

Rowdy and docile, mouthy apostle

Ouchie, I'm hostile, itchy clairvoyant

Chorus of voices, tremolo pedal for extra points

It's the nuance, be the nuisance

Squeezin' the self for potent juices

Movements fluid, druid's in tune with it

But, not at the steering wheel

Hearing heels, listening correctly can cause introspecting

It won't let me linger, it won't let me

It won't let me linger, it won't let me

Tempo be a limiting use of time space

But this is not a race, so icy

Silver on black gold skin, pop so nicely

Hi, I'm yellow, oblivious idiots, I'd like to dance with you

There are poets, with little to no merit

Enjoying the fruits of labor with no calluses on tips

Come now, purse those lips and form the basis for our enjoyment

Well let me get started, uh. We ran into difficult right away with the people that control the media in the United States. That is the large newspapers, the radio stations, and the record companies. Uh, we were all poets and publishers of magazines. I was publishing uh, for many years, a radical, literary quarterly in the United States and didn't run into any appreciable trouble. However, when we got into music, which goes out to all the people, as opposed to the elite, that you get with a literary magazine. When we went out to large audiences, we got into trouble