| Born buck-naked out my mother’s womb
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| A man cooped up in a rubber room
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| Time changes, time flies
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| Caterpillars turn into butterflies
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| A kitten grows up to be a tiger
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| I grows up to be a writer
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| Children go through puberty
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| And then they reach maturity
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| Metamorphasizms
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| The Force of Nature has gotten in them
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| In my book that comes first
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| Controls the soul and the universe
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| It’s the Nature…
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| Black man, Black heart, Black soul
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| I was born to roll
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| Roll, like water in an open stream
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| Smooth as I can be
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| Tick Tock goes the hands of time
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| Time puts meanin' to my rhymes
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| Rhyme lets you know what’s goin' on
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| What’s goin' right and what’s goin' wrong
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| Power, poor, rich, and weak
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| There is some science to what I speak
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| And if there wasn’t, I could not face ya
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| 'Cause this was brung… By The Forces Of Nature
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| Alright y’all, get ready for the first Pharoah of funk, Afrika, and his famous
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| flute
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| Tickle-tickle, trickle-trickle
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| You can’t buy nature with a nickle
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| Excuse me one minute…
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| Can I get some of that saxophone?
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| Rainbows, volcanoes, waterfalls, native calls
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| Avalanches, trees with branches
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| B. boys in their favorites stances
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| Ejaculation, menstruation
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| A prayer to God is a confrontation
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| Dirt and soil, gas and oil
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| Gold, copper, silver, tin foil
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| Love ya momma Mother Nature
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| But some act through as if they hate ya
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| Artificials, man-mades
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| They don’t use lemon to make lemonades
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| Everything I see is half-real
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| Ziplocked, wrapped up, signed and sealed
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| Gettin' ready to return back to the source
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| About to get Done By the Force… of Nature
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| («It began in Africa»)
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| Boy, girl, sister, brother
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| Wife, husband, friend, lover
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| You can’t change what’s meant to be
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| You can’t hit what you can’t see
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| It’s easier for a camel to walk through the eye of a needle
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| Than for a rich man to enter the gates of Heaven
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| (I hear what you’re sayin', my brother, I hear what you’re sayin')
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| Treble, bass, haste makes waste
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| Nature puts things in the right place
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| Hot, baked, carrot cake
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| In life there’s many things at stake
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| Records spun, let’s have fun
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| I like to have fun by the ton
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| Roads, places, avenues, streets
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| I’ll walk a mile for a funky beat
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| I put these words in a special order
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| Because I was overcome By the Forces of Nature |