Texty: Fishbone. Truth And Soul. Deep Inside.

Rich ass, high klass
Don't bother me and I won't realize your crime
Two faced, you're out of place
You can't rock out because you ain't the kind

Well, if you were on the other side of the fence
Well, maybe you'd understand
I may freak you out with my raw look
'Cause I just got the feelin' Man

Brain washed, you're lost
Your blindness can't be helped anyway
Your cash, my clash
Makes me able to say, makes me able to say

You got the prestige status, you've got the majority mass
Plus you've got a blender by General Motors
And a Tonka Toy dump truck up your ass
You'll never look the way I feel

You'll never feel the look in my eyes
I feel the look in my eyes
'Cause I've got the feelin' swimming in my bones
And it's takin' over deep inside, it's takin' over deep inside