Lyrics:
women
Indian, Cuban, Jamaican all of the nations, beautiful women
Eastcoast, westcoast city to the meadow, burbs to the ghetto
Beautiful women from
some pleasure
And a huge net worth
I been on the search
For that magical treasure
I need me some indian women
I want me some indian women
Indian
you better learn how to add
It's mathematics
(The Mighty Mos Def)
(It's simple mathematics)
(Check it out)
(I revolve around science)
(What are
a West Indian Yea yea yea You's a West Indian Yea yea yea Gyal put yuh and on yuh knee (a-Ha) Wine to the beat (Yea) Bend low Touch yuh toe You know what
thirst or a cactus full of juice
All of a sudden, these women like model hoes in Paris
Then don't hate me the Indian, I was so embarrassed
Don't pull a kid
You will join our church and be glad to be saved.
Or we'll slaughter your children and your women we'll rape.
Christians murdered Indians.
I
for you to see
Yes bury me in an Indian burial ground
There's a good chance the devil might overlook me
The sidewalks of the town are filled with women
find beautiful women
Chorus:
Black, puerto rican
Haitian, dominican
Beautiful women
Indian, cuban, jamaican
All of the nations
Beautiful women
involved when you go an check this
Mic a wand in my hand When I grab it
Scenery I display Cinematic
Time after time add it Mathematic
Vincent Van Gogh
and white women
Indians, Italians, Haitians and Puerto Ricans
They be itchin' for they chance and waitin' in me to freak'em
They say
[Chorus]
Excuse
Peace and free is the frequency
This is the day women took over
No longer over your shoulder do you have to look over
Imagine, war is now over
Mothers
(Possessed)
I am consumed with an unending fury
She was wonderful with her hands!
But I keep hurting...
N I really
Don't
Want
2
(You have women's
and white women
Indians, Italians, Haitians and Puerto Ricans
They be itchin' for they chance and waitin' in me to freak'em
They say
[Chorus]
Excuse
fucking thick women
What you doing 2 doe I'm just kaolin nigga
Running up that mathematics gotta keep that ruler with him
They gon call the paramedics
you ain't controllin' it
I roll with the wildest niggaz
West Indian Island niggaz, unemployed jobless niggaz
The foulest niggaz, who never smile
at it
Flip that shit like a acrobatic
Laid-back craftmatic
One of them, or one of a kind?
Mathematics, no static, mo' drama, mo' dollas
Mo' commas,
But the land was already claimed by a people
When the cowboy came and when the soldiers came
The story of the American Indian is in a lot of ways
ain't controllin it
[Rakim: "Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin it"]
[Chorus: Panama P.I.]
I roll with the wildest niggaz
West Indian Island
of shotglasses
Lookin screwfaced at the next nigga who passes
There's women in garter belts and ciggarettes
And on the side there's the price game
Niggaz
when we lose ways to say it
Show me the art that comes from the heart and which mathematics contain it (can’t tame it)
It may be there but from what I
severed
Through the ruthless oppressors slavery reversing
We were never sub human never was we barbaric
Mathematics, astronomy, alchemy we lectured
Welcome to the New Frontier
Where Indians hunt Deer
And Chuck Spears
1876 is the year
Plains Indians had General Custer
Shitting his pants in fear
I'm addicted to naked pictures
And sitting talking 'bout bitches that we almost had
I don't think I'm conscious of makin' monsters
Outta the women I
Now the way devil got us is the way the devil want it
He try to hold us back and he overly floss it
This ain't even his land the Indians was here
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