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5 O'Clock Follies Lyrics

Freestyle Fellowship – 5 O'Clock Follies Lyrics

Come here Junior, ha ha ha ha
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

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 Cockney 91, and the rest of the Good Life Amalgamation

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 rebuttal
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
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 nigga inside of me that don't give a fuck


Fuck Bush, fuck 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 fuck 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

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 shit 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
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
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