Lyrics

From the son of Eden comes the ripest fruit
though the hand of the beast wants to steal my juice
put his face on paper, wave his gold in the air
wanna see me naked, wanna truth my dare
wanna get me high, likes the way I look
sayin don't look now the playground's crawling with crooks
Plato on the monkey bars, Pluto on the moon
patience is a motherfucker left me too soon
Half smoked cigarettes, driving round in cold sweats
Little city lover's got a big city undertaker
Baby fat, cool cat--stick it where the buttons snap
can't see through all the fat the suit's too tight.

Well Old King Cole's got a lotta soul
gonna get you high on rock and roll
My friends won't believe me when they see me now
my Juju's gonna overflow
Well hold me down, take me there
Light the torch, we're gonna smoke the air
Don't say nothing that don't feel good
Now baby come love me down.

Back alley witch doctor spin it like a helicopter
drop a couple later, turn God into big poppa
Buy buy spend spend, sell enough to make amends
Suck suck steal steal, shoot enough to make it real
White man's greed is a black man's credit
gonna keep you in the jungle as long as you let 'em
Let that monkey out the cage, banana bombs set cross the stage
Find enough to find the time, find enough to make it mine
turn the water into wine and go home wet
Find a wife, find a job, find a friend, find Allah
Find a life and make it good and cheat on tests

Well Old King Cole's got a lotta soul
gonna get you high on rock and roll
My friends won't believe me when they see me now
my Juju's gonna overflow
Well hold me down, take me there
Light the torch, we're gonna smoke the air
Don't say nothing that don't feel good
Now baby come love me down.