Michael Franti & Spearhead Dream Team Lyrics

Red Black Green, Red Gold Green

Dat’s how we know we a fe we dream team

[repeat]

The other day

A friend gave me a call

He said that the dream team was playin basketball

Was so excited

That I hadda get a Witness

The first time the NBA was in the ‘lympics

Players from the east

players from the west

And you can bet that they took the very best

(“Except they left Tim Hardaway at home”

“Yeah that was hella fucked up!”)

But Anyway

I tuned in because I was hella psyched

To see Magic Johnson on the same team as Mike

Gettin crazy

Havin lots of fun

Makin sure that they got the job done

Fans were wavin the red white end blue

It seemed strange to me

was it strange to you?

Brotha’s on the street

And everyone is scared a ya

So how could ten Africans represent America?

Bullshit

It didn’t mean a thing

‘Cause in the same year

we saw Rodney King

So I thought

That I would put a team together

A team that I have been waitin for forever

Some a you

May know what I mean

But if you don’t then

Lemme introduce you to…

MY DREAM TEAM!

“SPEARHEAD IN THE AREA!”

[Chorus]

THIS IS MY DREAM TEAM, MY DREAM TEAM

MY DREAM TEAM, MY DREAM TEAM

Well Chuck D’sannouncin’

Flava’s doin’ color

Halftime enterntainment by Dre and Ed Lover

Malcolm X is the coach he’s drawin’ up the strategy

He’s choppin up America’s anatomy

’cause they’re the ones

we’re up against of course

Are general manager is Chief Crazy Horse

Huey Newton

’cause he was extra hard

He’s the one

who would be playin at the shootin’ guard

I dreamed Charles Barkley would be

Played by Marcus Garvey

He’d be throwin people off his back and makin

Sure they never got a rebound rebound and

He’d throw it to the outlet

Nat Turner

’cause he can turn the corner when

He’s out there

He be flyin through the air

throwin passes like

He really doesn’t care

behind the back and in

Between the legs

He’s handlin the rock

as gently as an egg

He’s throwin it in

to Angela Davis’s neighborhood

She’s postin up down in the extra hard wood

She grabs the pill

and then she puts her shoulder down

Get out the way

’cause she’s gonna throw down now

Boom oh my god! I just can’t believe it

Get anotha backboard or bettah yet leave it.

We always play for fun

but we always play for keeps

The game is over and the loser’s gotta sweep.

Up the glass

that we busted in the ass

Set the record straight

about America’s past

THIS IS MY DREAM TEAM

“SPEARHEAD IN THE AREA!”

[Chorus]

DREAM TEAM’S IN THE HOUSE

DREAM TEAM’S IN THE HOUSE

Well after doin that

we be headin for the ceremony

Hand on the heart

is a bunch of baloney

The spirit of

the ’68 olympics

Black power people

can I get a witness

Fist in the air

this is proper manners

While Jimi Hendrix

is fuckin’ up the spangled banner

Up into the sky

Miles Davis blows a horn

Look into the bleachers

It’s Bill Clinton sellin popcorn

So now we jump! and we have a celebration!

Shaquille 0’neal would provide the entertainment

To some of you this is a far fetched scheme

But to me… I’ll tell you what it is…

This is my Dream Team…

“spearhead in the area”

[Chorus]

Yeah Sista Rosa Perks she gets the first seat

On the bench!

And Dr. King, webring him in in a pinch.

Because I like to shoot hoops not brothas!

Beceuse I like to shoot hoops not brothas!

Because I like to shoot hoops not brothas!

Because I like to shoot hoops not brothas!