Jimi - Rockets

To be or not to be

That is maximun is-ness

We had a blue time

Working in the fields

We are the soul tribe

Blood sweat and tears

We’re gonna do things

All as we feel

We are the soul tribe

Blood till the end

Hello my friend

Pretty good for me to see you again

Wipe the sweat

'Cause you’re still livin'

I can hear your voice in the wind

Jimi, Jimi, where’re you at

Jimi, Jimi, you’re the cat

(Who knows) Jimi, how’d you funk like that?

Fror a small charge you are free to dance to any record

That you buy for at least half the price

But then there’s a dollar figure for every tear

We were forced to cry

Hey Jimi, where’re you at

Jimi, why they wanna do you like that?

Blood tears and sweat

Rap: yo!

tape after tape

I’m tired of playing 'em

Rhyme after rhyme

Hear how I’m laying 'em

Black is black — pop music is wack, you see

I’m here so now you gotta deal with me

From hip-hop to slow drag, that’s my culture

You’re standing there just looking like vultures

Just pickin' apart, like it’s musical genocide

Jump back jack, you’re committing suicide

My funk is fresch, that’s why i’m rappin' to it

You’re standing there, just trying to clap to it

Radio’s playing all those phoney seducers

Boy George got picked up by Keith Sweat’s producer

What I’ve been hearing on my radio

Sounds quite funny and lackodaisical

Just pick us apart like it’s musical genocide

Jump back jack, you’re committing suicide

We had a blue time

Workin' the fields

We are the soul tribe

Blood sweet and tears

Drifting on a sea of forgotten teardrops

To have been and always will be

Now that’s what I call maximun is-ness