Opposable Thumbs

Yeah, you know, let's go on down to the poetry spot (Uh huh) You know what I'm saying? Kick some knowledge, you know what I'm saying? I proliferate a plethora of pro-black factoids To the white piccaninnies who love black boys I go to every poetry reading Wearing my dashiki kufi And when all the OG's are leaving Then I scoop my weekly booty From women who are subdued by the Left-wing liberal is gibble-gabble for the minimalist coffee shop are leading frivolous civil battles My body's offered to a higher cause To sample my gunny since my firing squad Distribute with earth tones and pastel colors Enablin' me to start aquiring broads I say cosmetics are extract from whale blubber I'm saying tennis shoes are made from 4 year-olds in sweat shops I'm saying kill whitie and death to the cyber god Before you know it shes wearing moccasins and grass skirts See how fast it works You'll be eating narcissists and bags of multi-grain bread Reading books and saying TV land is for the brain dead It is simply because of her bourgeois upbringing There's her into my bohemian flat Vintage clothes hanging off her lanky physique Romanticize this angry geek She's college material turned into a fair-skin whore, American forged And I've been seducing these women so long that I formed a committee And I'm the chairman of the board Call me Harrison Ford, when I have to use my "Han Solo" Hah, hah! Hoh hah, hoh hah! Guess what? Happiness, has a sales tax We're not soul mates, that's just something that I read I don't love you, I am just a movie actor Lets read poems in a nuclear reactor You may think I'm just a anti-social bum Well I don't need you, cause I have opposable thumbs You wanna hear my dissertation? Yeah? Exchange your tutu and tiara for this hemp anklet Have you ever fucked with a martyr, then slept in the embankment? [?] stacked in that in-sync aura and I wrapped into a handkerchief I decorate my speech with Taoism and karma But I don't know Walt Whitman from Walt Disney Small titties and perky nipples will augment my dog-sense But I'm far from a puppy dog Cause I have opposable thumbs, I'm just a slutty broad I use to study abroad Show [?] then I become her sex symbol (Eh?) Rap moguls make sums from money fraud But I sell CD's that sponge off young ladies and will I was fighting for all of my rights when I stood still Like a Beatrice to the KFC When they sold chunks of the mutated red rooster Genetically engineered, dude it's good And other girls sell the corporate Lex Luthor Exponentially, by the end of the year [Sleep, we'll pick seat?] up out of toilet seats We'll come to my place and read your tarot cards We'll exchange bodily fluids and I'll exaggerate all of my political views The colorful, whimsical hues Guess what? Happiness, has a sales tax We're not soul mates, that's just something that I read I don't love you, I am just a movie actor Lets read poems in a nuclear reactor You may think I'm just a anti-social bum Well I don't need you, cause I have opposable thumbs I'm always meetin' women, cause I'm happy with myself Nanananana you believe me! Nanananana but my poems suck! Nanananana you bought my CD! Nanananana now your modem's stuck! All the ladies in the house, who sleep with poets Just put your hands in the air, just let everybody know who you are You know what I'm saying? Hey, young lady? very good! All I have is salty game and a membership to Blockbuster Trying to make subtle advances until she called me a cocksucker and told me to not touch her Can't two consenting adults be open about their sexuality over hot supper Tryin to nibble on the woman flower but I get swooped down upon by the ex-boyfriend crop duster How can I sample her goods? Must be a tree hugger who seems in-intent to re-number the sequence of events Or a fucking patron saint of self-pity whose ego lives in a little world And has blatant hate for elf-city? Probably She'll think I commute from Mars to Earth To pick a working princess in a poetry onto star-search Even I'm of large girth and have boils on my skin and I'm a hunchback She'll simply involve by my supposed artwork Even though my poems sound like I'm the first motherfucker To hear Ursula Rucker And I'm so hollywood I wanna be on speaking terms with all the superstars Eating wheat germs and fruit bars Growing trees from ferns and roll up my used car Like poetry for polygamy, yeah Poetry for polygamy, yeah Guess what? Happiness, has a sales tax We're not soul mates, that's just something that I read I don't love you, I am just a movie actor Lets read poems in a nuclear reactor You may think I'm just a anti-social bum Well I don't need you, cause I have opposable thumbs Thumps up, thumbs up Thumbs down This goes out, this goes out to all the spoken-word artists Nothin' but hemp anklets and funking sun dresses And fucking makeshift, bullshit dreadlocks You know what I'm sayin? I got a fetish for that