Air Conditioning (Revisited)

The same song heard over

Over and over

And over and over

And over and over

Gotta tell me why the hell they got a mars rover

When much of arizona

Still can't grow a

Thing in dirt

Im hurt

You dont know solomon burke

Or james brown did work

Or the son of bazerk

Ike turner beats

Before he got meaner wit tina

When times were leaner

Cats did six shows

Horne at the appollo, holla

Dyamite shows below 5 dollars

Sax machines

Dont be so mean

Heard were trumpets

Cmon can you jump it

Off over the atlantic

Took the soul for granted

Air stole the soul like a bandit

Conditioning

Verse 2

Motown stax

Put the soul to rest

Chess put the blues up in that chest

Sex shops

Backdrops

Joe tex beats

In the middle of hip hop

Get em out them seats

Fast cars and faster women

Take em to the limit

The poetry of money

Taking names down wit it

Sayinno to techno

Beat it up too quick

Dark chords livin on a

Sick guitar lick

Mutated, faded, now im feelin fela

Hate i can't find it without radar

Cross fader crossed over

Caught in the chaos

Can't hear want cause it costs some dollars

And the air snatched the soul and we abandoned

I think somebody planned it

Conditioning

Verse 3

Please, please, please

Soul dont grow on trees

Why a blues show

Very few blacks show

White folks

From the front to the back row

We know what we know from the radio

Jazz show even a rap show

Can still be no black show

Hot or not depends on the video

James brown

In town

Still few of us around

They dont even know flash

From another shakin ass

Bet some cash

Soul is dissapearin fast

Dancehalls sorry

They ain't hardly bob marley

Get that soul back on tracks

Tighten up

Dont always make them lyrics lighten up

If the soul yall feelin, lemme hear you say yeah

Dont you feel it in the air

Conditioning