Opposable Thumbs

[Intro]

Yeah, you know, let's go on down to the poetry spot (Uh huh)

You know what I'm saying?

Kick some knowledge, you know what I'm saying?

[Verse 1]

Unh! Unh, unh! Ugh, heah! Huh, hah!

I proliferate a plethora of pro-black factoids

To the white piccaninnies who love black boys

I go to every poetry reading

Wearing my dashiki and kufi

And when all the OG's are leaving

Then I scoop my weekly booty

From women who are subdued by the

Left-wing liberal is gibble-gabble for the minimalist coffee shop are leading frivolous civil battles

My body's offered to a higher cause

To sample my gunny since my firing squad

Distribute with earth tones and pastel colors

Enabling me to start acquiring broads

I say cosmetics are extract from whale blubber

I'm saying tennis shoes are made from 4 year-olds in sweat shops

I'm saying kill whitie and death to the cyber god

Before you know it shes wearing moccasins and grass skirts

See how fast it works?

You'll be eating narcissists and bags of multi-grain bread

Reading books and saying TV land is for the brain dead

Simply because of her bourgeois upbringing

Lures her into my bohemian flat

Vintage clothes hanging off her lanky physique

Romanticize this angry geek

She's college material turned into a fair-skin whore, American forged

And I've been seducing these women so long that I formed a committee

And I'm the chairman of the board

Call me Harrison Ford, when I have to use my "Han Solo"

Hah, hah! Hoh hah, hoh hah!

[Chorus]

Guess what?

Happiness has a sales tax

We're not soul mates, that's just something that I read

I don't love you, I am just a movie actor

Lets read poems in a nuclear reactor

You may think I'm just a anti-social bum

Well I don't need you, cause I have opposable thumbs

You wanna hear my dissertation? Yeah?

Exchange your tutu and tiara for this hemp anklet

Have you ever fucked with a martyr, then slept in the embankment?

[?] stacked in that in-sync aura and I wrapped into a handkerchief

I decorate my speech with Taoism and karma

But I don't know Walt Whitman from Walt Disney

Small titties and perky nipples will augment my dog-sense

But I'm far from a puppy dog

Cause I have opposable thumbs, I'm just a slutty broad

I used to study abroad

Show [?] then I become her sex symbol (Eh?)

Rap moguls make sums from money fraud

But I sell CD's that sponge off young ladies and will

I was fighting for animal rights when I stood still

Like a Beatrice to the KFC

When they sold chunks of the mutated red rooster

Genetically engineered, dude it's good

And other girls sell the corporate Lex Luthor

Exponentially, by the end of the year

[Do you want to ensure the low-income homes ?]

[Sleep, we'll pick seat ?] up out of toilet seats

We'll come to my place and read your tarot cards

We'll exchange bodily fluids and I'll exaggerate all of my political views

The colorful, whimsical hues

[Chorus]

Guess what?

Happiness has a sales tax

We're not soul mates, that's just something that I read

I don't love you, I am just a movie actor

Lets read poems in a nuclear reactor

You may think I'm just a anti-social bum

Well I don't need you, cause I have opposable thumbs

I don't always need women, cause I'm happy with myself

Nanananana, you will leave me!

Nanananana, but my poems suck!

Nanananana, you bought my CD!

Nanananana, now your modem's stuck!

All the ladies in the house who sleep with poets

Just put your hands in the air, just let everybody know who you are

You know what I'm saying?

Hey, young lady? very good!

All I have is salty game and a membership to Blockbuster

Trying to make subtle advances until she called me a cocksucker and told me to not touch her

Can't two consenting adults be open about their sexuality over hot supper

Trying to nibble on the woman flower

But I get swooped down upon by the ex-boyfriend crop duster

How can I sample her goods?

Must be a tree hugger who sleeps in a tent to re-number the sequence of events

Or a fucking patron saint of self-pity whose ego lives in a little world

And has blatant hate for the elf-city? Probably

She'll think I commute from Mars to Earth

To pick a working princess in a poetry onto my star-search

Even I'm of large girth, and have boils on my skin, and I'm a hunchback

She'll simply involve by my supposed artwork

Even though my poems sound like I'm the first motherfucker

To hear Ursula Rucker

And I'm so Hollywood

I wanna be on speaking terms with all the superstars

Eating wheat germs and fruit bars

Growing trees from ferns and roll up my used car

Like poetry for polygamy, yeah

Poetry for polygamy, yeah

[Chorus]

Guess what?

Happiness has a sales tax

We're not soul mates, that's just something that I read

I don't love you, I am just a movie actor

Lets read poems in a nuclear reactor

You may think I'm just a anti-social bum

Well I don't need you, cause I have opposable thumbs

[Outro]

Thumbs up (Uh uh)

Thumbs up, thumbs down

This goes out

To all the, to all the spoken-word artists

This goes out (Uh, uh)

This goes out (Uh)

To all the spoken-word artists (Uh)

I said, this goes

I said, this goes

This, this

Goes out to all of the spoken-word artists

Oh, nothing but, you know, hemp anklets and fucking sun dresses

And fucking makeshift, bullshit dreadlocks

You know what I'm saying?

I got a fetish for that