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And I’ll give you a kiss
Ugh, some, ugh
Yes sir, something must give

Something must give, weave another web
Go home, play with Fisk, like I’m Spider-Man

I felt it on a whim
You gon’ fall and slip again, I heard life take a trip (What a trip)
Understand how you live (Yeah), I guess that’s all you get (Get)
Take it on the chin (Chin), ugh (Ugh)
Pleasure by the gram
Gas siphoning, smoke in my diaphragm (Diaphragm)
Rod caps, molly, black Betty, bam-ba-lam
They’re over there, really western shorty
Just an alley cat, legend in the fucking flesh
Quit the fraternity, double back, I need one percent
Blast and laugh, karma, facts, she’s a messy bitch
I can’t go out sad, I can’t go out anymore, ’cause niggas sick, ayy
Fuck second chances, I won’t let the devil in
Something’s got to give, cover me, I’m going in, ugh
Pressure pops the lid, consider overhead
Live with no regrets, tell ’em when to take a fif (Yeah)
I could count the chips, not on what the cashier said
That’s expensive shit, like my uncle Fela said
(Cover me, I’m going in)

[Outro: Fela Kuti]
So really, art is what happens at a particular point in the development or underdevelopment of a people, you see. So I think when it comes to Africa, music can’t be for fun, music has to be for revolution. Really work with people, enlighten people and do your duty as a citizen to play music and take action and do something for the system. If you feel bad about it, do something about it
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