Opposable Thumbs - Busdriver

I’m a liberated plethora pro black factoids

to the white piccaninnies who love black boys

I go to every poetry reading

Wearing my dashiki coofie

And when all the OG’s are leaving

then I scoop my weekly booty

from women who are subdued by the

left-wing liberal gibble-gabble leading frivolous civil battles

my body’s offered to a higher cause

(?) squad

Shooting with earth tones and pastel colors

Enablin' me to start aquiring broads

I say cosmetics are extract from whale blubber

I’m saying tennis shoes are made from 4 year-olds in sweat shops

This aint kilwage (?)

Before you know it shes wearing moccasins and grass skirts

See how fast it works

(?) narcissists (?) eating multi-grain bread

Are reading books and saying TV (?) for the brain dead

It is simply because of her bourgeois upbringing

There’s her (?) vintage clothes hanging off a (?)

She’s college material turned into a fair-skin whore American forged

(?) formed a committee and I’m the chairman of the board

call me Harrison ford when I havta use my hands-so-low

guess what?

happiness, has a sales tax

we’re not soul mates, that’s just something that I read

I don’t love you, I am just a movie actor

Lets read poems in a nuclear reactor

You may think I’m just a anti-social bum

Well I don’t need you, cause I have opposable thumbs

Wanna hear my dissertation?

Exchange your tutu and tiara for this hemp anklet

Have you ever fucked 20 martyrs then (?) embankments

(?) and I wrapped into a handkerchief

I decorate my speech with taoism and karma

but I don’t know Walt Whitman from Walt Disney

Small titties and perky nipples (?)

Cause I have opposable thumbs (?)

I use to study abroad

(?) sex symbol Ehh?

Rap moguls make sums from money fraud

but I sell CD’s that sponge off young ladies and will

I was fighting for all of my rights when I stood still

Like a beattress to the KFC

When they sold chunks of the new (?) and red rooster

Genetically engineered (?)

and other girls (?) exponentially by the end of the year

(?) toilet seats, we’ll come to my place and read ya tarot cards

(?) and learn my political views, the colorful whimsical hues

guess what?

happiness, has a sales tax

we’re not soul mates, that’s just something that I read

I don’t love you, I am just a movie actor

Lets read poems in a nuclear reactor

You may think I’m just a anti-social bum

Well I don’t need you, cause I have opposable thumbs

I’m always meetin women, cause I’m happy with myself

Nanananana you believe me

Nanananana but my poems suck

Nanananana you bought my CD

Nanananana now your modem’s stuck

all the ladies in the house, who sleep with poets

just put your hands in the air, just let everybody know who you are

(know what im sayin) hey, young lady?

very good!

All I have is salty game and a membership to blockbuster,

trying to make (?) until she called me a cocksucker and told me to not touch her

Can’t two consenting adults be open about their sexuality over hot supper

Tryin to nibble on the woman flower but I get swooped down upon by the

ex-boyfriend crop duster

How can I sample her goods?

Must be a tree hugger who seems in-intent to re-number the sequence of events

or fucking (?) hate this self-pity who is it that lives in a little world

and has blatant hate for elf-city?

probly

She’ll think I commute from Mars to Earth

to pick a working princess in a poetry onto star-search

Even I’m of large gerth and have boils on my skin and I’m a hunchback

She’ll simply involve by my supposed artwork

Even though my poems sound like im the first mothafucka to hear (?)

And I’m so hollywood what it means (?) all the superstars

Eating wheat germs and fruit bars

(?) and roll up my used car

Like poetry for polygamy yeah

Poetry for polygamy yeah

guess what?

happiness, has a sales tax

we’re not soul mates, that’s just something that I read

I don’t love you, I am just a movie actor

Lets read poems in a nuclear reactor

You may think I’m just a anti-social bum

Well I don’t need you, cause I have opposable thumbs

thumps up, thumbs up

thumbs down

This goes out, this goes out to all the spoken-word artists

Nothin but hemp anklets and funkin' sun dresses

and fuckin' makeshift, bullshit dreadlocks

You know what I’m sayin?

I got a fetish for that