Lyrics:
outta SeaWorld
What's your name, show me I.D., girl
You look black and a little Chinese, girl
Hey, wait a minute, where you going, shorty?
Try
around the clock
We're just tryna ride university waves
University Waves
Make waves of change in the sea (Yeah, yeah)
Let a bleep use unwelcome speech
urgent surgery from our international university
Where the booties we tap, slim or fat, no-one really cares if they’re white or black
Now party people,
head niggas
That take care of niggas who don't break bread with us
Niggas make dead niggas and hate black niggas
Brown niggas high yellow niggas and them
international-able
I done toured to Berlin, banged in Beijing
You never seen nothing can't say the same thing
Tell somebody Black Thought, yeah you know the name
like Playstation
Reporting to you live from the International Space Station
I probably vacation on Mars
The flow is out of this world and so is
who as hot as me
Multi talented my track record got diversity
Educated, bigger than the whole university
Dominican flavor, thank my daddy for the name
Ain't no time to check out that cool
International banana museum
The sky is pink but it's almost blue
Whatttaya think about my diamond shoes?
Put
out cause we lived through the battles, we got scars
Mr. international, half of the Black Star
It's the sound that you're missing I'm here with your air
and discussing the works of Karl Marx
Comrades marching
Black boots marching
Numbers marching on
Silenced in a sea of red
There's a hood wrapped around your head
she will employ with each new toy
She pulls to the Black Sea
c how to book to catch a Yankee man
c doctor a lawyer then some fool named Dan
I visited
That we combined with a training suit
Yours red, mine yellow and black
Momma made us a toiletry bag
Together we invented games
Came up with our pets’
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Catch me in the dirt
In the porche burning out
Head across seas, bout to turn it out
Coming back home to a furnish house
We three deep, What?,
a chance
When the international bankers are walking through the stands
Slide yo ass some Xan
You think you a fan but you really just a lamb
Niggas start
heard an interview on NPR
with a nun whose new book on her daily personal encounters with Mary
had just come out and was expected to be an international
Sometime ago me den Mensa dey cdisco
Rocking black n white wit dreams of rockin discos
Den we know say 1 day we go dey make history
Beatin
still had so much to learn
So off he went to study at Boston University
Met and married his wife, Loretta Scott, in nineteen fifty three
Learned theology,
a bunch of drug lords
Cartel shit
Will pull up on a black horse
And chop yo ass up
Like you was a vegetable
Drop me off at the international terminal
I
Catch me in the dirt ?
In the ? porche burning out
Head across seas, bout to turn it out
Coming back home to a furnish house
We three deep,
thought it was a dream
The brakes don't work, me goin’ down the stream
On a bike (Hike)
But never really shy
On that night man I got a black eye
But it’s
except for me.
Responsibility.
Reflection in the mirror giving the third degree.
Delving deep,
Like a scholar with a PhD from universities.
The knowledge
So I said, "Men, pull her out of the water.
And then lay on hands,
and bind back her flippers and tail
until international waters. And there we'll
Started getting lost in books
Now I’m trapped by knowing looks
Seems everyone knows who I am
(gimme gimme gimme a solution!)
An open sea
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