Ants

{*scratched: "Look down, I'm a giant"*} [Kool Keith] Ants... ants... Los Angeles Ants, cruisin up with airplanes Lookin out, down at people like ants Overcrowded streets Two zillion pairs of shoes and sneakers walk the streets Eight thousand million people swimmin on the beach Ants, work in factory a lot Walkin in back of me You jam-packed, the place is agony 9 to 5 workin like ants You don't have to be a chance Under the circumstance, look at 'em crawl Look at 'em move up the wall like roaches That's right you see the coaches Look through the microscope and glance People are ants Ants... Ants... Nothin but ANTS Ants... {*DJ Dexter scratches*} Ants, from a very tall building, look down I'm a giant, look down with the camera takin bigger pictures Of Hummers, ants on the ground Back up the concrete by the pound Pitch words, that's right, with relief pitchers from the mound Ants work together, jerk together Do concerts together, cry and get hurt together Program to the weak and come back home Like downtown ants, walk alone, meetin together Cellular phone, they roam Ants, look around as they dance Ants {*DJ Dexter scratches*} Ants! Ants! Look around as they dance Ants! Ants... Ants... Ants... Ants... Ants, terrible lookin, walkin side to side like a work farm Some mean no harm With the fire department, ring the alarm Ants work for America, some work for Saddam Some speak out talk loud, some chew on bread Some move calm, ants move well Church and collars with the lapel Time's up, ants move with the bell You can't tell, that's ants {*DJ Dexter scratches to end*}