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I’m gonna play my vinyl in the urinal, and that’s final
Life is bad when you're sad
Ain't you glad they took you out of school, coz you were cool
Chicks don’t understand your waveband, don’t know the beat, take a seat
Let me explain, give it plain, feel the pain, I’m on a higher plane
Take a shot, I’m hot, fire around my soul, like coal burning in the night, dynamite
Touch the aura, stars at night delight in my plume
They give me room to shine, divine
Radio waves take me further down
DJ thinks it’s cool to swear, records on air, doesn’t understand, I’m on a higher plane
Can’t explain to lower creed, we give them seeds to grow, and still, they sow
Watch them bow and scrape, no escape, see them run
Radioactive fallout kills the pain, don’t eat the fruit without the silver suit
Read the signs, stars are on the wane, I’m on a higher plane
Black women wear white to shine the skin, purify the race, educate the masses to a greater state
White man loves black, he sees the dark touching deep, can’t sleep without the thought, black women enslaved to bleed, chained and made to sleep
White women wear black to get back, we’re all insane, you know where I am
Now we’re on the moon, and very soon to change the smile to gloom
Looking down I saw Iran 
Pressed a button during sandwich break, changed the map forever
Rediscovered China on a trip to Mars, now there’s just a wall
Made the six o’clock around the globe
Jupiter seemed a distant star, and we all went to sleep
Tomorrow was another day to play.

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