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American Genetics
 
My poetics is a part of my genetics
Holding me up in my life, just like two pieces of prosthetics
Down in black history I know it wasn't no mystery
I've read it, they said it, about my genetics
Is it a defect in my genetics
Is it hard to understand my simple poetics
Would you call me crazy because of my phonetics?
Using my genetics, groovin my poetics
As the nightingale dances, I am still romancing
Messing with the critics, they won't give me no credit
They love the way I sound, when I'm singing poetics
I'm strolin, with my poems, which way, can I throw em
It's a grand funk thing, but all funk is not the same
With my magnetic sound, it's back to the way, I get down
When talking to the critics, and they still won't, give me credit
I will tell them, I am Poppa Sonic, and I'm very poetic
It's in my genetics, you dummies
Jumping calisthenics, pumping up my genetics
I'm very photogenic, do you see me, I've said it
Back and forth, and away we go, from poetics to genetics
Still jumping, still thumping, my Bass String are magnetics

Written by: Melvin Taylor
(aka, P, Sonic)

MAD HOUSE PRODUCTIONS & ~FLY ON DOVES

Enterprises, Some Drop Down Funk
April 30, 1995

By Mr Sonic

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