Nefisa      Mirror boy, rhyme with dada convention   Psychoanalysis didn't mean anything   PVC costumes, letters to Castro   Show me what you're reading, freaky girl with the afro      Franz Fannon, yeah yeah I get it,   All that curiosity with something to offset it   Diagrams and plans, drawn in secret locations   Scientific babies, they be peddling information      The queen, she's smoking prozac, we be smoking napalm   The verbal countries, they be smoking atom bombs   I wrote a book in the year seven-ten   By nineteensixty-nine I had written more      If you're feeling insecure,    Cause you're living in a storm   If you find them, you can burn them,    If you burn them you can keep warm      Them winds of change, they be bringing change,   Especially now there's prostitutes on Ilford Lane   You see, it's kinda like, but no, it's not the same thing   See there were men on the moon, but they killed them      Bearing in mind, my mind's soul food   Bearing in mind, my mind's aquarian   Bearing in mind, my mind's mine   Times being what they are, Radar      Bearing in mind yes yes, y'all   Bearing in mind, there's nothing in it   Bearing in mind, my mind's mine   Times being what they are, Radar      Aeroplanes in my room,    And I don't know who's flying them   They're playing that tune   It's okay, I got my eye on them      They're making their messages out of them smokes   Words evaporate, I can't read what they wrote   Their language is so strange, I never seen it's kind   The smell of them vapors be taking my mind   Combined with that melody, them engines be humming   I pick up my mike, I put it down      See now I'm outside in, I don't know where I'm going   I gets in my car, I starts rowing   But like the water is seeping   It's getting in through the bottom      I tickle them fish   Swallow them whole, now I got some   Bones, sticking in my throat   Has anybody seen my universal antidote      Bearing in mind, my mind's soul food   Bearing in mind, my mind's aquarian   Bearing in mind, my mind's mine   Times being what they are, Radar      Bearing in mind yes yes, y'all   Bearing in mind, there's nothing in it   Bearing in mind, my mind's mine   Times being what they are, Radar      Don't even think 'bout it   Don't even contemplate   Before the funk goes to your head   You better stop and wait      Don't even think 'bout it   Don't even contemplate   Before the funk goes to your head   You better stop      Don't even think 'bout it   Don't even contemplate   Before the funk goes to your head   You better stop and wait      Don't even think 'bout it   Don't even contemplate   Before the funk goes to your head   You better stop      And still it's cool, like they does it in Egypt   I say come to that river man, but nobody's seen it   Believe that, cinematic, atmospheric   Panasonic my headphones, ain't nothing on it      Bonnets on cars, magazines, girls on Harleys   We's sneaking up on babies, and we's eating thems Farleys   I don't know where my girl is, oh well, somebody took her   Fixing those strings as she sings Mr Hooker      Spikey hair my head, since I cut off my dreads   I got the green fishs tail, set sail on a moped   Jean of Arc's on the back, trying not to fall off   Valentines park, hip hop, set it all off      It's like I'm on a solitary exhibition   It's like you see me everywhere, but you still know that I be missing   Pissing in the wind as I'm lookin' for them answers   In seventies movies and topless dancers      Bearing in mind, my mind's soul food   Bearing in mind, my mind's aquarian   Bearing in mind, my mind's mine   Times being what they are, Radar      Bearing in mind there's nothing in it   Bearing in mind yes yes, y'all   Bearing in mind...   Times being what they are, Radar