Scene opens at night in a large old
-fashioned house in a lonely section of
Uh -oh, here they come again.
Keep the groove, so we can dance
or when you come outside?
You're boppin' down the street
because you know you look fly
Before you get off the block,
the girls wink their eyes
Ooh, you know they wanna give you a try
BBS rims, yeah, on your car,
you're about to master ride
four -finger rings and all type of dope chains
Material things that mess
Ooh, you don't even make records
Do what you do and you'll do it well
you're gonna hear the sound of a jail slam
Your man will bail you out
They've been scheming you,
wanting you for a long time
Your energy, thinking you is prime time
Playing music loud, yeah, acting wild
Writing a letter, crying like a baby
saying how he been set up
He's on the streets getting more than the government,
Now you see where he was sent
Yo, what's wrong? I'm money selling drugs,
But they was gonna hold him back anyway,
B -L -A -C -K -M -A -N spells black man
Quick dip on the trigger,
And still getting bigger,
But then I find that we don't use our
If you're working for the hour, boy
it's where our spirits roam
That scientists could prove
Black man lived with the animals
Some of us were cannibals
Builder of the pyramids and
Scientifics, even hieroglyphics,
Black man, teacher of the civilized,
How could you visualize science
We caused so much hysteria,
Farrakhan, we could be the
But you might have to die
That killed many black leaders
Even you could be an idol boy
Shoot the groove, so we can dance