Come   Bring it on, bring it on now      Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list   All live, never on a floppy disk   Inka, inka, bottle of ink   Paintings of rebellion   Drawn up by the thoughts I think      Oh   Come on, oh      You see a set up like a deck of cards   They're sending us to early graves for all the diamonds   They use a pair of clubs to beat the spades   With poetry I paint the pictures that hit   More like the murals that fit   Don't turn away, get in front of it      Brotha, did you forget your name?   Did you lose it on the wall playin' tic-tac-toe?   Yo, check the diagonal, three brothers gone, come on   Doesn't that make it three in a row?      Your anger is a gift   Yeah, yeah, yeah      Drop it      Sista, did you forget your name?   Did you lose it on the wall playin' tic-tac-toe?   Yo, check the diagonal, three million gone, come on   'Cause you know they're counting backwards to zero      Environment, the environment exceeding on the level   Of our unconsciousness   For example what does the billboard say?   Come and play, come and play, forget about the movement      Forget about yourself's   Forget about your culture   And forget about your history and just fly   And just fly      Your anger is a gift   Yeah yeah      Bring that shit in      Freedom for the real   Freedom for the real   Freedom for the real   Freedom for the real   Freedom for the real   Freedom for the real      Freedom, yeah   Freedom, yeah right   Yeah, freedom, yeah