Intro to the Jimmy Lee Watson Tapes

Heh, 1965 was the number
Now you are tuned in to a soul brotha
Educated rap from a educated mind
Liberated blacks in a segregated time
Sign of the time guess the end is approachin’
Atomic bomb [?] Bela Lugosi
Ghostly, listen closely
It ain’t what it once was shall I proceed?
Kids don’t read now it’s ‘bout radio
Stupid music that poison them baby folk
They make a hero out of John Wayne
A gun totin’ hillbilly, that’s a cryin’ shame
That what happen when them parents in that mindframe
Them white folk up in [?] with mind games
Not a lot’s changed, since Truman
Assumin’ greed still rules humans
That’s why I’m like the Lone Ranger
I’ve known danger since I was a kid full of anger
I told mama I was finna be a singer
She started with them Philip Morrises can you blame her?
She ain’t imagine I’d be headin’ uptown
Seein’ Chuck Cooper and Billy White now
Buyin’ new shoes, tryna move juice
Look mommy, [?]
The rap soul that’s blessed with the harmony
That my weapon the rest don’t alarm me
Y’all see I have a blast with recording
That’s why all the skags in the town say they want me
Mr. Wat, son of a pistol
Just the time I’m comin’ to get you
What is the issue? My walk or my music?
All of that talk that you talk is amusing
This a fusion of talkin’ and groovin’
This a tune maybe y’all get into it
Not useless songs like what you get
Listenin’ to Marvin this here revolution
So tell Smokey we do real miracles
Real soul new negro spirituals
So here it goes for the ones that are hungry
Jimmy Lee Watson the best in the country