Intro:    oh man i got a splittin' headache  and my heart is broken up into a thousand tiny little microscopic pieces    Chorus:    i got a head full of headaches a heart that's full of woes  i'm constantly singin' them downhome blues and not many people knows  that leaves me with a twisted view of the whole wide world as i know it  and i guess i got no choice but to be a poet    Verse One:    now in my natural habitat i gravitate towards having that  and i elevate on having that  and i'll never get caught in your rabbit trap  from Yellowstone to Venezuela  Nigeria down through Australia  there's somethin i learned that i gotta tell ya  there's a whole lot of us ain't wrapped too tight    now i could been your doctor or your lawyer  or come to your house and clean up for ya  self destruction won't destroy ya  if you got somebody that's lookin out for ya  men are murdered women raped  people gettin beat on videotape  and people elsewhere tryin to escape  just to come to America to lick the plate  helicopters scope the land  hell is here so i hope you 'stand  hip-hop culture is African   and rappers like me gon' rule the earth    Chorus    Verse One:    now everyday i manifest and i generate and smoke cannabis  and i penetrate and i innovate and i demonstrate from Los Angeles  from Amsterdam to the Northern border  Panama Spain to Atlanta Georgia  somethin' i learned that i haven't told ya  brothers like me don't live too long    now i know you know it ain't who you know but do you know you  see cause you could go just like any Joe and that's for sho' true  so if you're straight and you're narrow and the snake's in the barrel  and the serpent is under the rainbow  and you're head over heels instead of the reals  then you're bound to be tangled  cause brothers are singin' and dancin' and rappin'   like they was a vaudeville act  but knowledge is wealth and you gotta know self  and you gotta know God's still black  cause every so often i sit and i wonder why i even trip at all  cause half are down when i get down  the other half wanna see me fall  waitin around all heaven bound and you seen that your L-7's round  and when the sky falls to the ground   and you found that the only way up is down  don't give me no additives no sedatives or preservatives  or repetitive rhetoric you give  just let it live  yet my head is poundin' i'm dealin' with this load on my mind    i got a head full of headaches a heart that's full of woes man  i'm constantly singin' them downhome blues and not many peoples knows man  that leaves me with a twisted view of the whole wide world as i know it  and i guess i got no choice but to be a  i got no choice but to be  i guess i got no choice but to be a poet  i guess i got no choice but to be a prophet  i guess i got no choice but to be a griot   a gangster  a athlete  a bum  a nobody  a criminal  a convict  a black man  a MC  a MC  a MC    Chorus    Verse Three:    mmmhmmm  you know that's right  that's why people got to get their high so they can get high  they blast and they passed the pipe to get high  just like a Jedi  never said i would i  even if i could i  didn't do it but i just rather get a little shut eye  so i sleep from dawn to dusk in a bomb shelter  cause ya never know  when the man is gonna drop that big one  oh pelting, people burning melting  alarm the farmers  armageddon karma psychic readings  greetings earthlings i'm from mars  got two more planets to go and then i'm on my way to the stars  oh no there i go through the ozone layer hole  where the men are the men and they mean it  down where the wind don't blow where the indo grow in the snow  and everybody po'