[Intro: Interviewer and Fela Kuti]
Tell me, what makes your music different?
Oh, I think it's my background that makes my music different...[?]
I didn't mean to make it different as such, but [?] realize the possibilities of merging jazz and African music together

[Verse 1: Posdnuos]
I was born in the Boogie Down Catscan
Where my building fell down on the rats and
People sold the super on a trip to the penile (penile)
While I settle off the shores of the Long Isle
My file is clean, I mean my mind is clear when I transmit
I am the man-ner of the family cuz the pants fit
I want to let forensics prove, that I can mends Groove
Wit the thread from needle outta hay, I wanna say
Salutations to the nation of the Nubians
We 'bout to place you in that 3 Feet of stew again
I got the frequency to shatter Mrs. Jones' perm
I gotta "hey love" all the honies cause they're short term
Tallyin' the score I'm for the shottie in the jacket
For the brother he's a n***a when he packs it
So get your butt out the sling, I stung Muhammad float a note
That means I'm def, so like the autographs you sign until the breakadawn...

[Interlude: Fela Kuti]
Fela, how did you get started?
Oh my mother really, and my father, brought me the kettle [?]
At least 2 hours there, [?], 5 years
And then after that I went to England, to study at Trinity College of Music
[Verse 2: Trugoy the Dove]
Ayo, groove with the mayor, hazard on the sayer
Wave the eighteen mill', eat a still
Sack or bag of troubles, make the single double
Loop the coin and join the minimum wage
I had a plan if I was the man, I'd throw the J
Lay it low and late night I get sessed
Uncondition my ways, of the everyday sunset
Wagin my days, to the one bet
Cause your breaks'll have the carrot of cakes, whether mine
Out of line, I breeze into the early mornin'
Freak the WIC call and get a tap on my shoulder
Cause the days of the breaks, be just about over
The arts of the six won't play my bag of tricks
I got the sevens in my pocket somewhere
Reasons for the Cheer All Temperature here
I keep it to the rear, and then I'm exploding

[Verse 3: Posdnuos]
I be the fab, I be the fabulous but see unlike the Chi
I got the flea up in the name
Can't no one bend my cousin from the Peter Piper like the others
Latchin on to when I caught the fame
Pass the task to ask me bout the Native Tongue again my friend
I tell you Jungle Brothers On the Run
I'm shakin hands with many devils in the industry
Believe the Genesis like Phil with stills mean that I'm def
So like the autographs you sign until the breakadawn...
[Outro]
[?] if you can talk you can sing, if you can walk you can dance. That's an old proverb, from Broadway. [?] if you can talk you can sing, if you can walk you can dance, yeah. [?]