Agent 7 Creamy Spy Theme / Dial 7 (Axiom of Creamy Spies) / NY 21 Theme

Lyrics

[Intro Refrain: Ladybug Mecca & Sarah Anne Webb] Hey...! Hey...! Hey...! Hey...! [Verse 1: Sarah Anne Webb] We are the creamy spies The cream always rises up We are God's sequel The Man's game has peaked We are Sun, Moon, and Star We all got pieces It's Nation Time, Nation Time Ready to put in work We got mad peoples Your double dealin' is scoped Your tongue is forked, we know We ghetto level Hey – We can make life better Together – not divided Universal ori-gi-nal, creamy The Man ain't shit What's happenin'? [Verse 2: Doodlebug, (Sarah Anne Webb)] Aight, check it – In the year of '89, I stole back my Black mind Found peace, now from the East, I shine One time blind, I refined, then over time,  I realized the creamy spy gots to climb Find the spot in this land of Uncle Sam Focus my thoughts and be that true Black man that I am I stands in the face of oppression With my sisters and my brothers, no slippin', no half steppin'(Together!) The Five Percent nation is my representation I wear Timberlands, studyin' Timbuktu Won't rest until they free Brother Mumia-Abu Now can you feel it? (Huh) Nothing can save ya For this is the season of our self-saviour Like Che Guevara, this young urban guerilla Sparks a revolution – Black tactics, whatever [Chorus 1: Sarah Anne Webb] We see what's happenin' We might start bustin' We'll spell it out for you If you talk it, live it Let's get creamy Really creamy I'm down With pleasure [Verse 3: Ladybug Mecca, (Sarah Anne Webb)] (Wussup... wussup...) Wussup –  I cannot answer for my damages, due to layin' soul type sentences I prepare time for, and sisters for passage in a tactic front style Warfare for the projects, I live A series of niggas atop a target Watch out, our preset – we swift to like strike In an aerial form, we close-in Select territorial aim, let's be out On an onslaught, we plague you – cannot get took (Suckers) Even for the suckers we light up, it's good lookin' out (No joking) Eager to get taken out, I'd die fightin' (Why?) You subtract the devils, they get smoked [Refrain: Sarah Anne Webb] Hey...! Funk-ay Hey...! Funk-ay Hey...! Funk-ay Hey...! Funk-ay [Bridge: Sarah Anne Webb] We're people, Black people Steal your mind back Don't die in their wilderness – fuck that For C and B dogs in L.A.,  New York project hallways,  Let's point our heaters the other way – creamy [Verse 4: Butterfly, (Sarah Anne Webb)] Just like that, Asiya was the sun of all man Type blow, guerilla fighter super 'fro Bust it – the beast may wanna war in the summer Thus, I rock my camouflage, playin' corners Cameras sense kites, while they pimp Hip-Hop I strategize my joints – you know it don't stop And it don't pop, son, it's p'ject-bound, the ghetto Pour beats in concrete, when I'm creamy with my stiletto Got sixteen for the imperial fascists Bomb for each brothers and honeys, we 'bouts to set it Domino theory, 'cause they stalled our flow Collectin' pitchforks 'til they free Geronimo While you blaze up – "Right on," I say, my fist raised up While you bent, I represent – what? (Uptown, downtown, across – wherever) Uptown, downtown, across – like wherever Meet me in the Crook' and we could piece it all together [Outro: Sarah Anne Webb] Hey... – super funky Hey... – super Black and superb Hey... – super-super fine Hey... – super funky