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the same song over
and over
and over and
and over and
gotta me why the hell they got a mars rover
when much of
still grow a
in dirt
im
you dont know burke
or brown did work
or the son of
ike turner
before he got meaner wit
when times were
did six shows
horne at the appollo,
dyamite below 5 dollars
sax
dont be so
heard were
cmon can you it
off the atlantic
took the soul for
air stole the like a bandit

2

motown
put the soul to
chess put the up in that chest
sex

joe tex
in the of hip hop
get em out them
fast and faster women
em to the limit
the of money
taking names wit it
to techno
beat it up too
chords livin on a
sick guitar
mutated, faded, now im feelin
hate i find it without radar
cross fader crossed
caught in the
cant hear want cause it some dollars
and the air snatched the soul and we
i somebody planned it

3

please, please,
soul grow on trees
why a show
very few show
folks
from the to the back row
we know what we from the radio
jazz show even a rap
can still be no black
hot or not depends on the
brown
in
still few of us
they dont even know
from shakin ass
bet cash
soul is fast
sorry
they hardly bob marley
get soul back on tracks
up
dont always make them lyrics up
if the soul feelin, lemme hear you say yeah
dont you it in the air