Air Conditioning (revisited) Lyrics - Beats And Places - Public Enemy

the same song heard over 

over and over 

and over and over 

and over and over 

gotta tell me why the hell they got a mars rover 

when much of arizona 

still cant grow a 

thing in dirt 

im hurt 

you dont know solomon burke 

or james brown did work 

or the son of bazerk 

ike turner beats 

before he got meaner wit tina 

when times were leaner 

cats did six shows 

horne at the appollo, holla 

dyamite shows below 5 dollars 

sax machines 

dont be so mean 

heard were trumpets 

cmon can you jump it 

off over the atlantic 

took the soul for granted 

air stole the soul like a bandit 

conditioning 

verse 2 

motown stax 

put the soul to rest 

chess put the blues up in that chest 

sex shops 

backdrops 

joe tex beats 

in the middle of hip hop 

get em out them seats 

fast cars and faster women 

take em to the limit 

the poetry of money 

taking names down wit it 

sayinno to techno 

beat it up too quick 

dark chords livin on a 

sick guitar lick 

mutated, faded, now im feelin fela 

hate i cant find it without radar 

cross fader crossed over 

caught in the chaos 

cant hear want cause it costs some dollars 

and the air snatched the soul and we abandoned 

i think somebody planned it 

conditioning 

verse 3