Earthling - Nefisa Lyrics
Mirror boy, rhyme with dada conventionPsychoanalysis didnt mean anythingPvc costumes, letters to castroShow me what youre reading, freaky girl with the afroFranz fannon, yeah yeah I get it,All that curiosity with something to offset itDiagrams and plans, drawn in secret locationsScientific babies, they be peddling informationThe queen, shes smoking prozac, we be smoking napalmThe verbal countries, they be smoking atom bombsI wrote a book in the year seven-tenBy nineteensixty-nine I had written moreIf youre feeling insecure,Cause youre living in a stormIf you find them, you can burn them,If you burn them you can keep warmThem winds of change, they be bringing change,Especially now theres prostitutes on ilford laneYou see, its kinda like, but no, its not the same thingSee there were men on the moon, but they killed themBearing in mind, my minds soul foodBearing in mind, my minds aquarianBearing in mind, my minds mineTimes being what they are, radarBearing in mind yes yes, yallBearing in mind, theres nothing in itBearing in mind, my minds mineTimes being what they are, radarAeroplanes in my room,And I dont know whos flying themTheyre playing that tuneIts okay, I got my eye on themTheyre making their messages out of them smokesWords evaporate, I cant read what they wroteTheir language is so strange, I never seen its kindThe smell of them vapors be taking my mindCombined with that melody, them engines be hummingI pick up my mike, I put it downSee now Im outside in, I dont know where Im goingI gets in my car, I starts rowingBut like the water is seepingIts getting in through the bottomI tickle them fishSwallow them whole, now I got someBones, sticking in my throatHas anybody seen my universal antidoteBearing in mind, my minds soul foodBearing in mind, my minds aquarianBearing in mind, my minds mineTimes being what they are, radarBearing in mind yes yes, yallBearing in mind, theres nothing in itBearing in mind, my minds mineTimes being what they are, radarDont even think bout itDont even contemplateBefore the funk goes to your headYou better stop and waitDont even think bout itDont even contemplateBefore the funk goes to your headYou better stopDont even think bout itDont even contemplateBefore the funk goes to your headYou better stop and waitDont even think bout itDont even contemplateBefore the funk goes to your headYou better stopAnd still its cool, like they does it in egyptI say come to that river man, but nobodys seen itBelieve that, cinematic, atmosphericPanasonic my headphones, aint nothing on itBonnets on cars, magazines, girls on harleysWes sneaking up on babies, and wes eating thems farleysI dont know where my girl is, oh well, somebody took herFixing those strings as she sings mr hookerSpikey hair my head, since I cut off my dreadsI got the green fishs tail, set sail on a mopedJean of arcs on the back, trying not to fall offValentines park, hip hop, set it all offIts like Im on a solitary exhibitionIts like you see me everywhere, but you still know that I be missingPissing in the wind as Im lookin for them answersIn seventies movies and topless dancersBearing in mind, my minds soul foodBearing in mind, my minds aquarianBearing in mind, my minds mineTimes being what they are, radarBearing in mind theres nothing in itBearing in mind yes yes, yallBearing in mind...Times being what they are, radar
