Freestyle Fellowship - 5 O'Clock Follies lyrics

[Intro] [[[Come here Junior. HA HA HA ha haah... I'm gonna give you a spanking.]]] [[[Ladies and gentleman, we bring to the Sunshine Shack a very heavy brother. Many people know him by the name of, uh, Microphone Mike. But those of us who know him well call him Michael Troy Nine. Give it up, give it up.]]] [Mykah 9] [[[I wanna give a crazy Down Syndrome shout out to the Freestyle Fellowship, Aceyalone, Self Jupiter, P.E.A.C.E., the First Brigade, J Sumbi, Lord Create, Reality Born, Old co*kney 91, and the rest of the Good Life Amalgamation.]]] [All Verses: Mykah 9] 5 o'clock follies Corresponding with thieves And the dance of a thousand veils arouse They're housing carousels And parallels are aware as well Of the risque and burlesque Masquerade mask on the men And I'm planning on ask them And they retort I make a rebu*tal Read a report on the state of the union Or take a communion Or make a reunion with god Odd as it looks, crooks are lurking within the nooks And crannies and crevices Sell the federal edifices and books And the president's residence We have the evidence and it's evident That Bush is a robot and so is the First Lady And the whole lot has sold its soul to the devil On the level: the Government isn't a necessary evil But an accessory in brutalities And the mercenaries of a modern day Sodom/Gomorrah The horror of the 5 o'clock follies It's a morning to breed fiend Perpetrating They thieving Causing mourning and grieving 5 o'clock follies Good golly Molly Ollie, alley-oop the monopoly up For staying true: learn about Chapter 3-22 And the counterintelligence program, BLAM Colonialism, DAMN My homie's in prison, SHUCKS I would like to pluck the lame duck I'm not a militant But there is still a bit of n***a inside of me that don't give a f** fu*k YOU F-U-C-K-Y-O-U f** Bush, f** Quayle, and the whole republican crew And the democratic Get the automatic Had it with red, white, and blue And do's and don'ts I'm breaking all the rules of chasin' And then you'll tell me "Screwface, what the f** you gonna do?" As my knife slits a cave clown I begin a rhyme when the sun is fading fast upon a sliced up man I gash him as I swing I make incision And I win in time And I get a rhyme And you know that I'm The herbal but wet-up with power from the prose It's a burden to pick up, but then I froze Gotta roll my punches And go with my hunches And then I suppose I'll be enlightened and frightened At least by the man when a mic in his hand is bitin' what I'm writin' Then I take a stand for what I believe Then I start fightin' and I tighten My grip and add pressure upon my oppressor And if he ain't breathin' Enough time before I'm leaving this world for another For soon he'll be smothered Put my life on the line And risk it all for my piece of mind *WOOOH* Piece of mind The kind that you find when a rhyme is aligned And you whisper a secret And fly like an eagle to happy hunting grounds Homeward bound The perfect spot where nest is found Or you just throw one down While the metropolitan breezes blow Somebody in the Capital has a nervous breakdown Oh, my aching head Show everybody on TV the president when he stubbed the toe So many other things are happening That the African needs to be aware of the 5AM flow Yo, urgent action material Write a letter to Amnesty International Animal species threatened by these 5 o'clock follies Ecosystems endangered by these 5 o'clock follies Apartheid policies discussed in 5 o'clock follies Chief Daryl Gates is also down with the follies 5 o'clock follies 5 o'clock follies [[[Yo, day to day habituals. Look on the TV and the media gives you a full dose of its satanic ingredients. And uh, looking at this news and ain't nothin' new about the news. Hey, cut that sh** off. We don't want none of that. I would suggest to every conscious brother and sister that they limit their television doses, especially with them VDTs and them transmission rays.]]] I'm nutty as a fruitcake, mentally deranged And bloody as a toothache, dentally arranged Scuddy fuddy dumb and cruddy cuttage And I'll leave them chains Suddenly, broadly, out of they clutch For a bodily sun leap, totally strange I am an arranged settling cuddling flame Scuttling, huddling, then he aims Those who type bite the Microphone Mike Like mangy unwanted shaggy hounds To crush, I mush, I flush I rush you right down the commode Commode Come hold episode over EPs sold Every LP sold Every tepee told to fold, to go blow, hit the road Jack The jack will attack'll and Shack will smack the spackle and erode A blue-eyed pie a la mode While I behold Bestow my humble abode unfold I'm rumblin' bold, I'm told