Wilma Vritra Weather Machine Lyrics

[Intro]
Transform
Reform

[Verse]
I'm back in this bitch with ends and almost no friends now
Change weather machine, maker supreme
Gold on him and the team gettin' the cream
But all light is not bright light
And all dikes are not Klondike
And all rights are not equal
And all us are not people, or so it seems
Write three all up on your TV screen, movie screen, geeze
DVD, CD, MP3, elect
Captist, fascist, not fashion, what's next?
Need to get a weapon, need protect
For what? Hatin'-ass niggas at my doorstep, blow!
I don't see nobody at my doorstep
Competition fleeting like the youth, poof
Middle finger to a blue suit, true
Black man in a black coupe, vroom (Skrrt, blah)
(Blah)