[Gift of Gab] 

Check it out... Gift of Gab... Fourth Dimensional Rocketships, Goin' Up 



To the ink on the paper from the top of the brain 

Ghetto youth zone rythms that are louder than pain 

From Suedo to Cali it's all the same, people in chains 

Where H2O Children cock it back and take aim 

See, just the other day I was catchin' a cab 

The driver came from his country to America to grab 

A slice of the pie, he said my people haven't seen 

The extremeness of hard times, I said "what you mean?" 

He said it's people in his country that would love to live 

Inside these ghetto's, they live inside of shacks, and the kids 

Don't see any kinds of education, boys and girls 

Starve and die, and no money when your country is third world 

I said "I yearn for change all over the map 

From a system deeply rooted in hate, it sets traps 

Crack, liquor stores, guns, plus our culture was robbed 

And we was sought, self-hated, major belief that God 

Was outside, denied free thought, feelin' the pressure 

Of the hellish eternity visions of, the oppressor 

With the long white beard, lookin' down I keep, hopin' it 

'll change 'til then, please don't expect me to get over it" 

Before I bounced out, I said "Peace, love 

Ain't no reason why nobody need to suffer in pov- 

erty, while others gettin' richer it's the same old song" 

Before I closed the door and bounced I told him "change gon' come" 

See I know they don't tell us that we really of Gods 

Dwellin' in infinity, through the power of now 

I spread the good Karma out, grab a pen a sheet 

And empty out my mind, so the ancestors can speak through me 

I tweak the beats, rock, eat the beats up 

Dwellin' in the Fourth Dimension of spirit I'm Goin' Up 

And it can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, ain't gon' stop 

Aim for the top, straight blowin' up 



It's like that (That's whassup)