Opposable Thumbs

Lyrics

[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