Nefisa

Mirror boy, rhyme with dada convention

Psychoanalysis didn't mean anything

PVC costumes, letters to Castro

Show me what you're reading, freaky girl with the afro

Franz Fannon, yeah yeah I get it,

All that curiosity with something to offset it

Diagrams and plans, drawn in secret locations

Scientific babies, they be peddling information

The queen, she's smoking prozac, we be smoking napalm

The verbal countries, they be smoking atom bombs

I wrote a book in the year seven-ten

By nineteensixty-nine I had written more

If you're feeling insecure,

Cause you're living in a storm

If you find them, you can burn them,

If you burn them you can keep warm

Them winds of change, they be bringing change,

Especially now there's prostitutes on Ilford Lane

You see, it's kinda like, but no, it's not the same thing

See there were men on the moon, but they killed them

Bearing in mind, my mind's soul food

Bearing in mind, my mind's aquarian

Bearing in mind, my mind's mine

Times being what they are, Radar

Bearing in mind yes yes, y'all

Bearing in mind, there's nothing in it

Bearing in mind, my mind's mine

Times being what they are, Radar

Aeroplanes in my room,

And I don't know who's flying them

They're playing that tune

It's okay, I got my eye on them

They're making their messages out of them smokes

Words evaporate, I can't read what they wrote

Their language is so strange, I never seen it's kind

The smell of them vapors be taking my mind

Combined with that melody, them engines be humming

I pick up my mike, I put it down

See now I'm outside in, I don't know where I'm going

I gets in my car, I starts rowing

But like the water is seeping

It's getting in through the bottom

I tickle them fish

Swallow them whole, now I got some

Bones, sticking in my throat

Has anybody seen my universal antidote

Bearing in mind, my mind's soul food

Bearing in mind, my mind's aquarian

Bearing in mind, my mind's mine

Times being what they are, Radar

Bearing in mind yes yes, y'all

Bearing in mind, there's nothing in it

Bearing in mind, my mind's mine

Times being what they are, Radar

Don't even think 'bout it

Don't even contemplate

Before the funk goes to your head

You better stop and wait

Don't even think 'bout it

Don't even contemplate

Before the funk goes to your head

You better stop

Don't even think 'bout it

Don't even contemplate

Before the funk goes to your head

You better stop and wait

Don't even think 'bout it

Don't even contemplate

Before the funk goes to your head

You better stop

And still it's cool, like they does it in Egypt

I say come to that river man, but nobody's seen it

Believe that, cinematic, atmospheric

Panasonic my headphones, ain't nothing on it

Bonnets on cars, magazines, girls on Harleys

We's sneaking up on babies, and we's eating thems Farleys

I don't know where my girl is, oh well, somebody took her

Fixing those strings as she sings Mr Hooker

Spikey hair my head, since I cut off my dreads

I got the green fishs tail, set sail on a moped

Jean of Arc's on the back, trying not to fall off

Valentines park, hip hop, set it all off

It's like I'm on a solitary exhibition

It's like you see me everywhere, but you still know that I be missing

Pissing in the wind as I'm lookin' for them answers

In seventies movies and topless dancers

Bearing in mind, my mind's soul food

Bearing in mind, my mind's aquarian

Bearing in mind, my mind's mine

Times being what they are, Radar

Bearing in mind there's nothing in it

Bearing in mind yes yes, y'all

Bearing in mind...

Times being what they are, Radar