Lyrics:
We causin' mutant mayhem
Comin' straight out the sewer
We causin' mutant mayhem
Comin' straight out the sewer
We causin' mutant mayhem
Comin'
Had to do it, the 90's are back
Mega, Ran, let's go
This is Mutant Music, spark the revolution, do this
This is Mutant Music, X-Men, yes, it is
unlearned
The arbitrary colors of a variegated disarray
Fortified by age-old condolences
Drawings of the northern lights
God, give us clearer skies
to the purple throne
Everybody's of equal importance
Throw away the black and white
And paint the world with the colors before us
Colored skin, colored love
(Everybody wants their cut)
3 little snakes and a mutant glut
3 little shakes of the conifer, ha ha
Which way? (Which way?)
This way (This way)
Can't wake
the truth and start to repent
It aint the color of someones skin that makes them bad
Cus the little differences is what makes me glad
I love to see all these
Not right away, not right away.
Crossed the line around the changes of the summer,
Reaching to call the color of the sky.
Passed around a moment
Not right away, not right away.
Crossed the line around the changes of the summer,
Reaching to call the color of the sky.
Passed around a moment
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come tryin'
To censor you, like that one line
I said on "I'm Back" from The
Mathers LP 1
to norms, morals different
Gifted, use it to shift shit
A mutant shape shifter when I spit it I'm liquid
You could lick a million shots at the character
to shift shit a mutant shape shifter when I spit it I'm liquid
You could lick a million shots at the character of the body shell
They'll just richochette
People who don't see color showing their true color
We're all hue man
But what hue is you
I'm 50 Langston Hughes
Darker than Hugh Jackman
But y'all
People who don't see color showing their true color
We're all hue man
But what hue is you
I'm 50 Langston Hughes
Darker than Hugh Jackman
But y'all
They call him Gipp saga
It's the mutant, mister get down
Live wire, words poke you like barbwire
Maroon Range, sugar cane, oil stains
My right leg
apparently was a sin to the original man, Africans
So the mutants traveled North of the equator
Called Europeans later, the first race haters
So here's
They call him Gipp saga
It's the mutant, mister get down
Live wire, words poke you like barbwire
Maroon Range, sugar cane, oil stains
My right leg
The Hour And The Time For Growing Hair (Mutants)
Come to see my colors
Ah, it's the hour for growing hair
I hoisted my hair
I knew what
senyor Groc s'anava ataronjant, anava mutant a colors d'enfadat,
i em va semblar prudent i assenyat no dir-li que el taxi havia marxat.
Explica'm què et
To tell the truth my music is the only hope for me
‘Cause every other thing that I have tried been fruitless
I was popping X, man, feeling like a mutant
No
They call him Gipp Zagga.
It's the mutant, mister get down
Live wire, words poke you like barbwire
Maroon Range, sugar cane, oil stains
My right
creates sadness
And if this is life, am I living in a maze
Feeling like Jimmy Hendrix always seeing purple haze
But what a beautiful color for such
They call him Gipp saga
It's the mutant, mister get down
Live wire, words poke you like barbwire
Maroon Range, sugar cane, oil stains
My right
Joggers and shirt so comfortable way
Smart phone my wallet, invest, day trade
Stacking the cake while enjoying my plates
Color royal cause it's purple
Wait
can't feel for these mutants
Shapeshifting...
To changing how they are on the outside
To inside
Faking in front of the eyes
All lies
Not really a ride
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