Yeah, yeah Uh-huh, uh-huh, turn me up, uh Portrait of Dick Gregory; the myth, allegedly Mister, you gotta listen to this shit carefully Cause comedy's a therapy, comforting as That I know somebody there for me, to provide revoir Like a paramedic puttin' air in me, in the face of scarcity Legacy, breathe Stand up, handle a set like it's leg day Drop the gym, still stand up, know where the dead lay Shed light back on them bones just like a X-ray Teach you how to fight for your life in a Fed case Bout to get heavy, hope you ready, go get your neck brace And try and fit his entire life inside your headspace Born in St. Louis, moved to Illinois, the student Came out to Chicago for professional comic pursuance Told jokes in the army, not your average Amish mommy "You prove" type of content he was doin', more complementary to the movement And the times, when niggers still had a line Started to get some shine around 1959 In the 1960s is when he really was in his prime Had to brake, land; the playboy even ended up in Times Wrote Nigga in '64 and then wrote many more Extending proficiency to flip obscenity to lore The war wasn't ignored, he consistently objected Political activism where his energy would be continuously directed Ethics, hunger strikes, and methods Of goin' the extra mile to make sure civil rights' respected Even ran for President, evidently, wasn't elected That's just evidence that he'll put his flesh where his intellect is See, that's Gregory Use a microphone like it's weaponry Really got eclectic in the '70s Advocated for nutrition very heavily Practiced doing fasting quite regularly Treated eating like it's somethign medically Behind me and died a drink, wrote the recipe One time, made his own money like the Treasury To summary his life is quite fascinating From the rare hostage crisis to Kennedy assassinations He was there, present in probably every affair From Selma to tellin' Kentucky Fried' treat their chickens with care Rare, yeah, so please don't forget him The more that you dig, the more you gon' dig him He'll break you out your prison, I ain't sayin' he religion But all school books should have a little Dick in them That Gregory Treat a microphone like it's weaponry Hope he restin' somewhere very heavenly Not to be a part of his pedigree Lupe on the mic, ya know I set you free Beamin' right into yo mind like telepathy Grab you by the spine, make you step with me Let's do it one time for the legendary D