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(Gift of Gab)
 Check it out... Gift of Gab... Fourth Dimensional Rocketships, Goin' Up
 To the ink on the paper from the top of the brain
 Ghetto youth zone rythms that are louder than pain
 From Suedo to Cali it's all the same, people in chains
 Where H2O Children cock it back and take aim
 See, just the other day I was catchin' a cab
 The driver came from his country to America to grab
 A slice of the pie, he said my people haven't seen
 The extremeness of hard times, I said "what you mean?"
 He said it's people in his country that would love to live
 Inside these ghetto's, they live inside of shacks, and the kids
 Don't see any kinds of education, boys and girls
 Starve and die, and no money when your country is third world
 I said "I yearn for change all over the map
 From a system deeply rooted in hate, it sets traps
 Crack, liquor stores, guns, plus our culture was robbed
 And we was taught self-hate, made to believe that God
 Was outside, denied free thought, feelin' the pressure
 Of the hellish eternity visions of, the oppressor
 With the long white beard, lookin' down I keep, hopin' it'll
 change 'til then, please don't expect me to get over it"
 Before I bounced out, I said "Peace, love
 Ain't no reason why nobody need to suffer in pov-
 erty, while others gettin' richer it's the same old song"
 Before I closed the door and bounced I told him "change gon' come"
 See I know they don't tell us that we really are Gods
 Dwellin' in infinity, through the power of now
 I spread the good Karma out, grab a pen and a sheet
 And empty out my mind, so the ancestors can speak through me
 I tweak the beats, rock, eat the beats up
 Dwellin' in the Fourth Dimension of spirit I'm goin' Up
 And it can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, ain't gon' stop
 Aim for the top, straight blowin' up
 It's like that (That's whassup)