DJ Storm] "Who's that" "Revolution" [scratched by DJ Storm] "Who's that" "DJ Storm" [scratched by DJ Storm] "Who's that" "Shades of Culture" [scratched by DJ Storm] "Who's that
s a sin Not God and country, king or crown, it's the pigment of our skin Used to reinforce what's wrong or right It's really just the presence or absence
that fifty percent That drew the dots from pin-ups from porno to rape And bought into Hollywood and Hefner's sly hate Millions of Marilyns who died for
in hand Keyed to the roof 100 proof Some of them hairpins, some of them clams Desperate Susan's, desperate Dans Who censors the censor? Can I do that
dope shit like the one that's called Pawn shop press, yes, it's on, what's up? P-Nut change it up, what's up with your mind, what's up
that come from Northern California No, I do no Cocaine that come from Columbia That the thing that mash up your nature Mess up your body and mash up your culture
sell your very soul Fake motherfuckers try to fade me, fake motherfuckers are gonna fade Your whole culture circles like a vulture in the skies Believing all the lies that
gifted, they made me ashamed Found out that I'm a different shade when I'm in the second grade Abe Lincoln's play, they want me to portray a slave My momma's
she sees him turning into a monster she has to vomit. Phyllis: Frank said, "That's it, that's the opening of the line, that, that, I mean, that's the
with a rhythm and a rhyme and he said that it's a twist from the ordinary everyday continual assumption that R&B & Rap makes a winner guess who's comin
me Cause I'm from the monkey family And that of all of the once greats None was like the shade of the nights Lord I was even taught to believe That my
Elle: There! Right There! Look at that tan, that tinted skin. Look at the killer shape he's in. Look at that slightly stubly chin. Oh Please he's gay
one that rocks steady with dexterity that goes on and on and on and turn out the dope s--- like the one that's called Pawn Shop Press yes, it's on, what
you a note and then he quoted you with poems all the things you pursue, anything to see you front too who's zooming who It's a privelage that's known
times God's about His glory, so I can't be about getting mines By saying I committed crimes, just lying to get my shine What a tragedy, that that's become
to vomit. Phyllis: Frank said, "That's it, that's the opening of the line, that, that, I mean, that's the opening of the picture." I said, "Frank, I
