Modern Drums
Stop your drums young one stop your drums
Your ride with base has no place in this society
Listen to me your family. Ignore your anceSTORY and move into
A new HIStory. Stop your drums young one stop your drums
The thump, thump, thump in your trunk is junk. The boom, boom
Boom has no room or space in this time. The rhythm and the
Rhyme are to be vilified and denied, but wait it is too late for
We see the academy better recognize that it’s hard out here for a pimp,
Pump, bump, jump out of your seat and look at my humps of a woman
Who pees on stage? Do not in gage in banter you Bantu, Balanta, Wolinka,
Swahili breed. Read the books that my father wrote and forget your troubles
From the boat. Those drums again you say well grow the rice and you will not die
Today. Beat not your drums for you are under our thumb, thumb a cab no way
We don’t pick up blacks even if they pay. Pay your way through this world in the
New whips and chains of the new millennium, on the chain gang of jail. No bail set to
Bail you out of Africa you monkey, jigaboo, booty scratcher, you have no Terri Hatcher. You are a desperate house Negro caught between your drums and the law who will win? Me the master plan is in and you lose. Stop your drums young one stop your drums or I will stop them for you.
Your ride with base has no place in this society
Listen to me your family. Ignore your anceSTORY and move into
A new HIStory. Stop your drums young one stop your drums
The thump, thump, thump in your trunk is junk. The boom, boom
Boom has no room or space in this time. The rhythm and the
Rhyme are to be vilified and denied, but wait it is too late for
We see the academy better recognize that it’s hard out here for a pimp,
Pump, bump, jump out of your seat and look at my humps of a woman
Who pees on stage? Do not in gage in banter you Bantu, Balanta, Wolinka,
Swahili breed. Read the books that my father wrote and forget your troubles
From the boat. Those drums again you say well grow the rice and you will not die
Today. Beat not your drums for you are under our thumb, thumb a cab no way
We don’t pick up blacks even if they pay. Pay your way through this world in the
New whips and chains of the new millennium, on the chain gang of jail. No bail set to
Bail you out of Africa you monkey, jigaboo, booty scratcher, you have no Terri Hatcher. You are a desperate house Negro caught between your drums and the law who will win? Me the master plan is in and you lose. Stop your drums young one stop your drums or I will stop them for you.

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