To be or not to be
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that is maximun is-ness
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we had a blue time
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working in the fields
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we are the soul tribe
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blood sweat and tears
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we're gonna do things
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all as we feel
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we are the soul tribe
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blood till the end
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hello my friend
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pretty good for me to see you again
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wipe the sweat
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'cause you're still livin'
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I can hear your voice in the wind
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jimi, jimi, where're you at
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jimi, jimi, you're the cat
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(who knows) jimi, how'd you funk like that?
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fror a small charge you are free to dance to any record
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that you buy for at least half the price
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but then there's a dollar figure for every tear
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we were forced to cry
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hey jimi, where're you at
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jimi, why they wanna do you like that?
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blood tears and sweat
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rap: yo! tape after tape
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i'm tired of playing 'em
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rhyme after rhyme
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hear how i'm laying 'em
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black is black - pop music is wack, you see
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i'm here so now you gotta deal with me
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from hip-hop to slow drag, that's my culture
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you're standing there just looking like vultures,
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just pickin' apart, like it's musical genocide
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jump back jack, you're committing suicide
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my funk is fresch, that's why i'm rappin' to it
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you're standing there, just trying to clap to it
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radio's playing all those phoney seducers
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boy george got picked up by keith sweat's producer
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what i've been hearing on my radio
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sounds quite funny and lackodaisical
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just pick us apart like it's musical genocide
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jump back jack, you're committing suicide
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we had a blue time
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workin' the fields
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we are the soul tribe
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blood sweet and tears
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drifting on a sea of forgotten teardrops
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to have been and always will be
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now that's what i call maximun is-ness
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Jimi
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| Les Rockets |
