OBSESSIVE FUNK TALK WITH HYPNOTIC WORD SPEAK/ FIRMLY STRUCTURED SONG WRITING WITH A DREAM POP BEAT/ OK STEP IN MY BROTHER WITH YOUR DIGITAL THUMP/ YOU CREATED A EMOTIONAL WORD HIP MARATHON WITH THE DEEPEST AND DARKEST SPARKS OF BUMPTY BUMP DE BUMP/ YO DOG …. YA THINK YOU TUFF?…./ JUST TRY HANGIN’ FOR A MINUTE WHILE SMOKIN’ THAT HEAVY RIGHTEOUS STUFF/ YOU TRIED KNOCKIN’ THAT C&C WHEN YOUR MAMA CALLED YOUR BLUFF/ SO YOU GOT YOUR DIGIT’S AND RING UP GEORGE CLINTON AND ASKED WHAT’S IT ALL ABOUT/ HE SAID GET ON THE MOTHER SHIP BRO AND DIG ANOTHER PUFF/MAN YOU BE FADEIN’ ALL DAY ON THAT LOW DOWN HUNDRED PROF/SO YOU GET HIGH AND FUZZY AND WRITE SOME CRAZY NIGHTMARISH OUTLANDISH STUFF THAT SENDS THROUGH THE ROOF/ YOUR MIND IS A JUKEBOX TO THE ANTHEMS THAT YOU DREAM/ YOUR DIPLOMA IS YOUR MACHINE CONTENTIOUS YOU LEARNED IN THE STREETS/ YOU BE SPITIN” WORDS THAT ARE QUOTABLE AND CRITICAL OF THE POWER ELITE/POLICE BRUTALITY AND RACIAL INJUSTICE/ YO, WHILE WHITE AMERICA SITS BY DAY AFTER DAY IN RETREAT/OUTTA OAKTOWN CAME THE BLACK PANTHERS, TOWER OF POWER 415 AND RICHIE RICH/ NO SOCIAL MEDIA TO BLOW THE MAD OAKTOWN SCENE?/ OAKLAND RAIDERS WERE KING OF THE GRID/ AND CHARLEY O AND HIS A’s/ ENUFF SAID/ THOSE WERE THE DAYS OF A BURNER IN EVERY POCKET/ AND A CHIP AS A THROW AWAY? AND A CLICK CLACK TO KEEP THE DE MOB AWAY/THE TRAGEDY IN THE STREETS?/ THE MURDERS ON THE BEAT/ OUTTA OAKTOWN WAS SCREAM-IN FOR HELP BUT THE POLITICIANS WERE IN RETREAT AND LOOKIN FOR HELP IN A NO OTHER WAY/ BACK DOOR PAYMENTS WERE THERE TO STAY/KDIA ON THE AIRWAVES AND ESTHER’S ORBIT ROOM/ BOB GEDDIN’S BIG TOWN RECORDING STUDIO WERE ROLLIN’ DEEP IN THE CITY OF DOPE/CRACK WAS KILLIN’ BABY’S MAMA’S AND THERE DADDY’S WERE ON THE RUN/ THE CRACK EPIDEMIC IN OAKTOWN WAS A KILLIN’ ALL/ AND LEAVING NONE/ NO YOUTUBE, SPOTTILY OR FACEBOOK TO DENT OAKTOWNS PRIDE/ STREET CORNER SINGING GAVE WAY RAP AND HIP HOP AS THE BULLETS WERE A FLYIN IN THE AIR/ RAPPIN AND DOININ HIP HOP WOULD LET THE YOUTH OF THE DAY VENT THEIR FRUSTRATIONS AS OAKTOWN BURNED AWAY/ E-40,THE JACKA,SHOCK G, TOO SHORT MAC DAE JUST TO HIP YA TO A FEW/DID THE DOPIEST THING/ BY BLOWIN’ OUR MINDS TO A NEW OAKTOWN SOUND/
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