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Killing in the name of Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Uh! Killing in the name of Killing in the name of Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya But now you do what they told ya! Well, now you do what they told ya Those who died are justified For wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites You justify those that died By wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Those who died are justified For wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites You justify those that died By wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Uh! Killing in the name of Killing in the name of Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya Those who died are justified For wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites You justify those that died By wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Those who died are justified For wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites You justify those that died By wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Come on! Ugh! Yeah! Come on! Ugh! Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Motherfucker! Ugh!
Come wit it now Come wit it now The microphone explodes, shattering the mold Either drop the hits like de la O or get the fuck off the commode With the sure shot, sure to make the bodies drop Drop and dont copy, yo, dont call this a co-op Terror rains drenchin, quenchin the thirst Of the power dons, that five-sided Fistagon The rotten sore on the face of Mother Earth gets bigger The trigger’s cold, empty your purse Rally round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells Weapons, not food, not homes, not shoes Not need, just feed the war, cannibal animal I walk the corner to the rubble, that used to be a library Line up to the mind cemetery now What we dont know keeps the contracts alive and movin They dont gotta burn the books, they just remove em While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells Rally round the family, pockets full of shells Rally round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells Bulls on parade, uh Come wit it now Come wit it now Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade
Come on Ugh Come on Although ya try to discredit, ya still never read it The needle, Ill thread it, radically poetic Standin with the fury that they had in 66 And like E-Double Im Mad, still knee deep in the systems shit Hoover, he was a body remover Ill give you a dose but itll never come close To the rage built up inside of me Fist in the air in the land of hypocrisy Movements come and movements go Leaders speak, movements cease when their heads are flown Cause all these punks got bullets in their heads Departments of police, the judges , the feds Networks at work, keeping people calm You know they went after King when he spoke out on Vietnam He turned the power to the have-nots And then came the shot Yeah Yeah, back in this With poetry my mind I flex Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin that finesse What do I got to, what do I got to do to wake you up? To shake you up, to break the structure up? Cause blood still flows in the gutter Im like taking photos, mad boy kicks open the shutter Set the groove, then stick and move like I was Cassius Rep the Stutter Step then bomb a left upon the fascists Yeah, several federal men Who pulled schemes on the dream and put it to an end You better beware of retribution with mind war 20/20 visions and murals with metaphors Networks at work, keepin people calm Ya know they murdered X and tried to blame it on Islam He turned the power to the have-nots And then came the shot What was the price on his head? What was the price on his head!? I think I heard a shot I think I heard a shot I think I heard a shot I think I heard a shot I think I heard a shot I think I heard I think I heard a shot Black Nationalism... may be a brave contender for this position But should he abandon his supposed obedience To the White liberal doctrine of non-violence And embrace Black Nationalism Through counter-intelligence, it should be possible To pinpoint potential troublemakers and neutralize them Through counter-intelligence, it should be possible To pinpoint potential troublemakers and neutralize them And neutralize them, and neutralize them And neutralize them, and neutralize them And neutralize them Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up How long? Not long Cause what you reap is what you sow
Huh Yeah, were comin back in with another bombtrack Think ya know its all of that, huh Ayo, so check this out, yeah Know your enemy Come on Born with insight and a raised fist A witness to the slit wrist As we move into 92 Still in a room without a view Ya got to know, ya got to know That when I say go, go, go Amp up and amplify, defy Im a brother with a furious mind Action must be taken We dont need the key, well break in Something must be done About vengeance, a badge and a gun Cause Ill rip the mic, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage against em Fist in ya face in the place and Ill drop the style clearly Know your enemy Know your enemy Yeah Ayo, get with this, ugh Word is born Fight the war, fuck the norm Now I got no patience So sick of complacence With the D, the E, the F, the I, the A, the N, the C, the E Mind of a revolutionary, so clear the lane The finger to the land of the chains What? The land of the free? Whoever told you that is your enemy Now something must be done About vengeance, a badge, and a gun Cause Ill rip the mic, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage against em Now action must be taken We dont need the key, well break in Ive got no patience now So sick of complacence now Ive got no patience now So sick of complacence now Sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of you Time has come to pay Know your enemy Come on Yes, I know my enemies Theyre the teachers who taught me to fight me Compromise, conformity Assimilation, submission Ignorance, hypocrisy Brutality, the elite All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams
Transmission, third World War, third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground No shelter if youre looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As the polls close like a casket On truth devoured, silent play on the shadow of power A spectacle, monopolized The cameras eyes on choice disguised Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil? Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil? Yes a spectacle, monopolized They hold the reins, stole your eyes All the Fistagons, the bullets and bombs Who stuff the banks, who staff the party ranks More for Gore or the son of a drug lord None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord! Lights out, guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out, guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out, guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out, guerrilla radio Contact, I hijacked the frequencies Blockin the beltway, move on DC Way past the days of bombin MCs Sound off, Mumia, go on, be free Who got em? Yo, check the federal file All you pen devils know the trial was vile Army of pigs try to silence my style Off em all out the box, its my radio dial Lights out, guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out, guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out, guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out, guerrilla radio Turn that shit up It has to start somewhere It has to start sometime What better place than here? What better time than now? All hell cant stop us now All hell cant stop us now All hell cant stop us now All hell cant stop us now All hell cant stop us now All hell cant stop us now
Yeah The world is my expense The cost of my desire Jesus blessed me with its future And I protect it with fire So raise your fists and march around Just dont take what you need Ill jail and bury those committed And smother the rest in greed Crawl with me into tomorrow Or Ill drag you to your grave Im deep inside your children Theyll betray you in my name Hey, hey Sleep now in the fire Hey, hey Sleep now in the fire The lie is my expense The scope of my desire The party blessed me with its future And I protect it with fire I am the Niña, the Pinta, the Santa Maria The noose and the rapist, the fields overseer The agents of orange, the priests of Hiroshima The cost of my desire Sleep now in the fire Hey, hey Sleep now in the fire Hey, hey, hey Sleep now in the fire For its the end of history Its caged and frozen still There is no other pill to take So swallow the one that makes you ill The Niña, the Pinta, the Santa Maria The noose and the rapist, the fields overseer The agents of orange, the priests of Hiroshima The cost of my desire Sleep now in the fire Yeah Sleep now in the fire Sleep now in the fire Sleep now in the fire Sleep now in the fire
This time the bullet cold rocked ya A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika Nothin proper about ya propaganda Fools follow rules when the set commands ya Said it was blue, when ya blood was red Thats how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head Blasted through ya head, blasted through ya head I give a shout out to the living dead Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized So serene on the screen, you was mesmerized Cellular phones, soundin a death tone Corporations cold turn ya to stone before ya realize They load the clip in, omnicolor Said they pack the nine, they fire it at prime time The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And mothafuckas lost their minds! Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high? Yeah Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high? Run it Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high? Yeah Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high? Checka, checka, check it out They load the clip in, omnicolor Said they pack the nine, they fire it at prime time The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And mothafuckas lost their minds! No escape from the mass mind rape Play it again, jack, and then rewind the tape And then play it again, and again, and again Until ya mind is locked in Believin all the lies that theyre tellin ya Buyin all the products that theyre sellin ya They say jump and ya say how high? Ya braindead, ya got a fuckin bullet in ya head Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high, yeah Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Ugh Yeah Yeah Fuck Ya standin in line Believin the lies Ya bowin down to the flag Ya got a bullet in ya head Ya standin in line Believin the lies Ya bowin down to the flag Ya got a bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in the head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head Ya got a bullet in ya fuckin head Yeah Yeah
Crank the music up Bring that shit in, uh Yeah, the movements in motion with massive militant poetry Now check this out, uh In the right light, study becomes insight But the system that dissed us, teaches us to read and write So-called facts are fraud They want us to allege and pledge and bow down to their god Lost the culture, the culture lost Spun our minds and through time, ignorance has taken over Yo, we gotta take the power back Bam, heres the plan Motherfuck Uncle Sam, step back, I know who I am Raise up your ear, Ill drop the style and clear Its the beats and the lyrics they fear The rage is relentless We need a movement with a quickness You are the witness of change and to counteract We gotta take the power back Yeah, we gotta take the power back Come on, come on We gotta take the power back The present curriculum, I put my fist in em Eurocentric, every last one of em See right through the red, white, and blue disguise With lecture I puncture the structure of lies Installed in our minds and attempting to hold us back Weve got to take it back Holes in our spirit causing tears and fears One-sided stories for years and years and years Im inferior? Whos inferior? Yeah, we need to check the interior Of the system who cares about only one culture And that, is why we gotta take the power back Yeah, we gotta take the power back Come on, come on We gotta take the power back Ayo check, were gonna have to break it Break it, break it down, aw shit And like this Uh! Come on Yeah, bring it back the other way Uh The teacher stands in front of the class But the lesson plan he cant recall The students eyes dont perceive the lies Bouncing off every fucking wall His composure is well kept I guess he fears playing the fool The complacent students sit And listen to that bullshit that hed learned in school Europe aint my rope to swing on Cant learn a thing from it, yet we hang from it (Gotta get it, gotta get it together then Like the motherfuckin Weathermen) Expose and close the doors on those who try To strangle and mangle the truth Cause the circle of hatred continues unless we react We gotta take the power back Yeah, we gotta take the power back Come on, come on We gotta take the power back No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies Uh! Yeah, take it back, yall Take it back, a-take it back, a-take it back, yall Come on, take it back, yall Take it back, a-take it back, a-take it back, yall Come on, uh, yeah
Uh The movie ran through me The glamour subdue me The tabloid untied me Im empty. please fill me Mister Anchor, assure me That Baghdad is burning Your voice, it is so soothing That cunning mantra of killing I need you, my witness To dress this up so bloodless To numb me and purge me now Of thoughts of blaming you Yes, the car is our wheelchair My witness, your coughing Oily silence mocks the legless ones Who travel now in coffins While on the corner The jurys sleepless We found your weakness And its right outside your door Now testify Now testify Its right outside your door, now testify Yes, testify Its right outside your door With precision you feed me My witness, Im hungry Your temple, it calms me, so I can carry on My slaving, sweating the skin right off my bones On a bed of fire, Im choking on the smoke that fills my home The wrecking ball is rushing Witness your blushing The pipeline is gushing While here we lie in tombs While on the corner The jurys sleepless We found your weakness And its right outside your door Now testify Yeah, testify Its right outside your door Now testify Now testify And its right outside your door Mass graves for the pump when the price is set When the price is set Mass graves for the pump when the price is set When the price is set Mass graves for the pump when the price is set When the price is set Mass graves for the pump when the price is set When the price is set Who controls the past now controls the future Who controls the present now controls the past Who controls the past now controls the future Who controls the present now? Now testify Testify Its right outside your door Now testify Testify Its right outside your door
Yeah, Im rollin down Rodeo with a shotgun These people aint seen a brown-skinned man Since their grandparents bought one So now Im rollin down Rodeo with a shotgun These people aint seen a brown-skinned man Since their grandparents bought one So now Im rollin down Rodeo with a shotgun Bangin this bolo tight, on this solo flight, cant fight alone Funk the track, my verbs sly like the Family Stone Them pen devils set the stage for the war at home Locked without a wage, youre standing in the drop zone The clockers born, starin at an empty plate Mamas torn hands cover her sunken face We hungry but them belly full The structure is set, ya never change it with a ballot pull In the ruins theres a network for the toxic rock Schoolyard to precinct, suburb to project block Bosses rode south for new flesh and a factory floor The remains left chained to the powder war Cant waste a day when the night brings a hearse So make a move and plead the fifth cause ya cant plead the first Cant waste a day when the night brings a hearse So now Im rollin down Rodeo with a shotgun These people aint seen a brown-skinned man Since their grandparents bought one Yes, Im rollin down Rodeo with a shotgun These people aint seen a brown-skinned man Since their grandparents bought one So now Im rollin down Rodeo with a shotgun Yeah Bear witness to the sickest shot while suckers get romantic They aint gonna send us campin like they did my man Fred Hampton Still we lampin, still clockin dirt for our sweat A ballots dead, so a bullets what I get A thousand years they had the tools, we should be takin em Fuck the G-ride, I want the machines that are makin em Our target straight with a room full of armed pawns To off the Kings on the west side at dawn Cant waste a day when the night brings a hearse Make a move and plead the fifth cause ya cant plead the first Cant waste a day, when the night brings a hearse So now Im rollin down Rodeo with a shotgun These people aint seen a brown-skinned man Since their grandparents bought one Yeah, Im rollin down Rodeo with a shotgun These people aint seen a brown-skinned man Since their grandparents bought one Yeah, Im rollin down Rodeo with a shotgun Just a quiet, peaceful dance Just a quiet, peaceful dance Yeaah Just a quiet, peaceful dance Just a quiet, peaceful dance Just a quiet, peaceful dance For the things well never have Just a quiet, peaceful dance For the things we dont have
Uhh Ayy, yo, its just another bombtrack, uh Ayy, yo, its just another bombtrack, yeah It goes a one, two, three Yeah, and its just another bombtrack And suckers be thinkin that they can fake this But Ima drop it at a higher level Cause Im inclined to stoop down, hand out some beatdowns Could run a train on punk fools that think they run the game But I learned to burn that bridge and delete Those who compete at a level thats obsolete Instead, I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag To recall the downfall and the businesses that burnt us all See through the news and the views that twist reality Enough, I call the bluff, fuck Manifest Destiny Landlords and power whores, on my people, they took turns Dispute the suits, I ignite and then watch em burn With the thoughts from a militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores, on my people, they took turns Dispute the suits, I ignite and then watch em burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn It goes a one, two, three, another funky, radical bombtrack Started as a sketch in my notebook And now dope hooks make punks take another look My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere With the thoughts from a militant, militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores, on my people, they took turns Dispute the suits, I ignite and then watch em burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Hey, yo, its just another bombtrack Check it out Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn
Uh Pump, pump, woo! Come on Uh Solo, Im a soloist on a solo list All live, never on a floppy disk Inka, inka, bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion drawn up by the thoughts I think Yeah Come on The militant poet in once again, check it Its set up like a deck of cards Theyre sendin us to early graves for all the diamonds Theyll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades With poetry, I paint the pictures that hit More like the murals that fit Dont turn away, get in front of it Brotha, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose it on the wall playin Tic-Tac-Toe? Yo, check the diagonal, three brothers gone, come on Doesnt that make it three in a row? Come on Uh Drop that Uh Come on Yeah Uh Brotha, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose it on the wall playin Tic-Tac-Toe? Yo, check the diagonal, three million gone, come on Cause you know theyre counting backwards to zero Environment, the environment exceeding On the level of our unconsciousness For example, what does the billboard say? Come and play, come and play Forget about the movement Yeah Uh Aw, bring that shit in Uh Hey Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah right Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah, right Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah, right
Yeah, people come up Yeah, we better turn the bass up on this one Check it, since fifteen hundred and sixteen, Mayans attacked and overseen Now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream With their borders and boots on top of us Pullin knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis But how you gonna get what you need to get? The gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like Tet The fifth sun sets get back reclaim The spirit of Cuauhtémoc, alive and untamed Now face the funk now blastin out your speaker On the one, Maya, Mexica That vulture came to try and steal your name but now you got a gun Yeah, this is for the people of the sun Its comin back around again This is for the people of the sun Its comin back around again Its comin back around again This is for the people of the sun Its comin back around again Yeah, never forget that the whip snapped ya back Your spine cracked for tobacc-oh, Im the Marlboro Man, uh Our past blastin on through the verses Brigades of taxi cabs rollin Broadway like hearses Troops strippin zoots, shots of red mist Sailors blood on the deck, come sister, resist From the era of terror, check this photo lens Now the City of Angels does the ethnic cleanse, uh Heads bobbin to the funk out your speaker On the one, Maya, Mexica That vulture came to try and steal your name but now you found a gun Youre history This is for the people of the sun Its comin back around again This is for the people of the sun Its comin back around again, yeah Its comin back around again This is for the people of the sun Its comin back around again Its comin back around again This is for the people of the sun Its comin back around again Its comin back around again This is for the people of the sun Its comin back around Of the sun
Feel the funk blast Feel the funk blast Feel the funk blast Feel the funk blast Feel the funk blast Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out, yo, yo, yo I be walkin God like a dog, my narrative, fearless My word war returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris Like Steel from a furnace, I was born landless This is the native son, born of Zapatas guns Stroll through the shanties and the cities remains Same bodies buried hungry but with different last names These vultures rob everything, leave nothing but chains Pick a point on the globe, yes, the pictures the same Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth and a hearse A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth Theres a widow pig parrot, a rebel to tame A white-hooded judge, a syringe and a vein And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard What you say, what you say, what you say, what? What you say, what you say, what you say, what? What you say, what you say, what you say, what? What you say, what you say, what you say, what? Im calm like a bomb Im calm like a bomb This aint subliminal, feel the critical mass approach horizon The pulse of the condemned, sound off Americas demise The anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, yes, I spit fire Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires Yes, back through the shanties and the cities remains Same bodies buried hungry , but with different last names Them vultures robbin everyone, leave nothing but chains Pick a point here at home, yes, the pictures the same Theres a field full of slaves, some corn and some debt Theres a ditch full of bodies, the check for the rent Theres a tap, the phone, the silence of stone The numb black screen that be feelin like home And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard What you say, what you say, what you say, what? What you say, what you say, what you say, what? What you say, what you say, what you say, what? What you say, what you say, what you say, what? Im calm like a bomb Im calm like a bomb Im calm like a bomb Im calm like a bomb Im calm like a bomb Im calm like a bomb Im calm like a bomb Im calm like a bomb Theres a mass without roofs, theres a prison to fill Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill Theres a right to obey and theres a right to kill Theres a mass without roofs, theres a prison to fill Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill Cause theres a right to obey and theres the right to kill
Turn on the radio Nah, fuck it, turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it, turn it off Turn it off, turn on the radio Nah, fuck it, turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it Your savior, my guillotine, crosses and kerosene Merge on the networks, slangin nerve gas Up jump the boogie, then bang, let em hang While the paranoid try to stuff the void Lets capture this AM mayhem Undressed and blessed by the Lord The power pendulum swings by the umbilical cord Shock around the clock, from noon til noon Men grabbin they mics and stuff em into the womb Terrors the product ya push Well, Im a truth addict, aw shit, I got a headrush Sheep tremble and here come the votes Thrown from the throat, cages and scapegoats Undressed and blessed by the Lord The same devil that ran around Managua wit a sword Check out the new style that Ollie found A tune with a bullet to shut down the devil sound Shut down the devil sound The program of Vietnow Shut down the devil sound Turn on the radio Nah, fuck it, turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it, turn it off Turn it off, turn on the radio Nah, fuck it, turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it Your savior, my guillotine, crosses and kerosene Flex the cerebellum, fire, uh Somebody gotta shell em, these evil angels lists Hittin the AM playlist, paid to say this That ones inhuman, illegal, single, woman The one without a movement The transmissions whippin our backs Yeah, comin down like bats from Stacey Koon and Terrors the product ya push Well, Im a truth addict, aw shit, I got a headrush The sheep tremble and here come the votes Thrown from the throat, cages and scapegoats One caution, the mics a detonator, unwound To shut down the devil sound Shut down the devil sound Check the heads bow in Vietnow Shut down the devil sound Is all the world jails and churches? Is all the world jails and churches? Is all the world jails and churches? Is all the world jails and churches? Is all the world jails and churches? Radio Nah, fuck it, turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it, turn it off Turn it off, turn on the radio Nah, fuck it, turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it Your savior, my guillotine, crosses and kerosene Fear is ya, fear is ya Fear is your only god Fear is ya, fear is ya Fear is your only god Fear is ya, fear is ya Fear is your only god Fear is ya, fear is ya Fear is your only god
Huh! Check it Uh! Silence, something about silence makes me sick Cause silence can be violent sorta like a slit wrist If the vibe was suicide, then you would push the button But if ya bowin down, then let me do the cuttin Some speak the sounds but speak in silent voices Like radio is silent though it fills the air with noises Its transmissions bring submission as ya mold to the unreal And mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel Yeah And mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel With a fistful of steel With a fistful of steel With a fistful of steel Its time to flow like the fluid in ya veins If ya will it, I will spill it and ya out Just as quick as ya came Not a silent one, but a defiant one Never a normal one cause Im the bastard son With the visions of the move, vocals not to soothe But to ignite and put in flight my sense of militance Groovin, playin that game called survival The status, the elite, the enemy, the rival The silent sheep slippin, riffin, trippin Give you a glimpse of the reality Im grippin Steppin into the jam and Im slammin like Shaquille Mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel Yeah And mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel With a fistful of steel With a fistful of steel With a fistful of steel Aw shit And if the vibe was suicide, then you would push the button But if youre bowin down, then let me do the cuttin Yeah Come on A .44 full of bullets Face full of pale Eyes full of empty A stare full of nails The roulette ball Rolls alone on the wheel A mind full of fire And a fistful of steel And if the vibe was suicide, then you would push the button But if youre bowin down, then let me do the cuttin Yeah With a fistful of steel, uh Come on Uh, with a fistful of steel Uh
The main attraction, distraction Got ya number than number than numb Empty ya pockets, son, they got you thinkin that What ya need is what they selling Make you think that buying is rebelling From the theaters to malls on every shore The thin line between entertainment and war The frontline is everywhere There be no shelter here Spielberg, the nightmare works so push it far Amistad was a whip, the truth was feathered and tarred Memories erased, burned and scarred Trade in ya history for a VCR Cinema, simulated life, ill drama Fourth Reich culture, Americana Chained to the dream they got you searchin for The thin line between entertainment and war There be no shelter here There be no shelter here There be no shelter here There be no shelter here Hospitals not profit full The market bulls got pockets full To advertise some hip disguise View the world from American eyes The poor adore, keep fiendin for more The thin line between entertainment and war They fix the need, develop the taste Buy their products or get laid to waste Coca-Cola is back in the veins of Saigon And Rambo too, hes got a dope pair of Nikes on Godzilla, pure mothafuckin filler To keep ya eyes off the real killer Cinema, simulated life, ill drama Fourth Reich culture, Americana Chained to the dream they got you searchin for The thin line between entertainment and war There be no shelter here There be no shelter here There be no shelter here There be no shelter here American eyes, American eyes View the world from American eyes Bury the past, rob us blind And leave nothing behind American eyes, American eyes View the world from American eyes Bury the past, rob us blind And leave nothing behind Just stare Just stare Just stare Just stare Relive the nightmare
A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home Hatred passed on, passed on, and passed on A world of violent rage but its one that I can recognize Having never seen the color of my fathers eyes Yes, I dwell in hell, but its a hell that I can grip I tried to grip my family but I slipped To escape from the pain in an existence mundane I got a nine, a sign, a set, and now I got a name Read my writing on the wall No ones here to catch me when I fall Death is on my side Suicide A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home Hatred passed on, passed on, and passed on A world of violent rage but its one that I can recognize Having never seen the color of my fathers eyes Yes, I dwell in hell, but its a hell that I can grip I tried to grip my family but I slipped To escape from the pain in an existence mundane I got a nine, a sign, a set, and now I got a name Read my writing on the wall No ones here to catch me when I fall Caught between my culture and the system Genocide Read my writing on the wall No ones here to catch me when I fall If ignorance is bliss Then knock the smile off my face Yeah If we dont take action now Well settle for nothing later Well settle for nothing now And well settle for nothing later If we dont take action now Well settle for nothing later Well settle for nothing now And well settle for nothing later If we dont take action now Well settle for nothing later Well settle for nothing now And well settle for nothing later If we dont take action now Well settle for nothing later Well settle for nothing now And well settle for nothing later
Rebel, rebel and yell Cause our people still dwell in hell Locked in a cell, yes, the structures a cell Mad is the story I tell How long can we wait? Come on, seein whats at stake Action for reaction If your minds in a somewhat complacent state, get a check up This is a stick up Our freedom, or your life Lord, I wish I could be peaceful But there can be no sequel Now freedom must be fundamental In Johannesburg, or South Central On the mic cause someone should tell em To kick in the township rebellion Yeah, what about that, sucka? Yeah, so you thought you could get with the hardlines That fill your mind Thoughts, battles fought, and lessons taught Yes, Ill display the fitness, and flip like a gymnast Raise my fist and resist! Asleep though we stand in the midst of the war Gotta get mine, gotta get more Keepin the mic warm against the norm Cause what does it offer me? I think often its nothin but a coffin Gotta get wreck til our necks never swing on a rope From here to the cape of no hope Now freedom must be fundamental In Johannesburg, or South Central On the mic cause someone should tell em To kick in the township rebellion Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Whats it gonna take? Shackle their minds when theyre bent on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost Shackle their minds when theyre left on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost Shackled our minds when were bent on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost Shackled our minds when were left on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost Lost Lost Shackle your minds and youre left on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost Just shackle your minds when youre bent on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost Lost Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm
My fears hunt me down Capturing my memories The frontier of loss They try to escape across the street where Jesus stripped bare And raped the spirit He was supposed to nurture In the name of my In the name of my Born of a broken man, but not a broken man Born of a broken man, never a broken man Born of a broken man, but not a broken man Born of a broken man, never a broken man Like autumn leaves his sense fell from him An empty glass of himself shattered somewhere within His thoughts like a hundred moths Trapped in a lampshade Somewhere within Their wings banging and burning On through endless night Forever awake he lies shaking and starving Praying for someone to turn off the light Born of a broken man, never a broken man Born of a broken man, but not a broken man Born of a broken man, never a broken man Born of a broken man, but not a broken man My fear is hunting me down Capturing my memories The frontier of loss They try to escape across the street where Jesus stripped bare And raped the spirit He was supposed to nurture In the name of my In the name of my Born of a broken man, but not a broken man Born of a broken man, never a broken man Born of a broken man, but not a broken man Born of a broken man, never a broken man
Uh Got no card, so I got not soul Life is prison, no parole, no control The jura got my number on a wire tap Cause I jack for Similac, fuck a Cadillac Survive, one motive, no hope Cause every sidewalk I walk is like a tightrope Yes, I know my deadline, sire, when my life expires Im sendin paper south under the barbed wire The mother of my child will lose her mind at my grave Its my life for their life, so call it a free trade Por vida and our name up on the stall I took a death trip when I tried to cross the white wall Walk unseen past the graves and the gates Born without a face One motive, no hope, uh Born without a face Walk unseen past the graves and the gates Born without a face One motive, no hope, uh Yeah, born without a face Without a face Yeah, I tried to look back to my past long lost A blood donor to the land owner holocaust Pops heart stopped, in came the air drop Flooded the trench, he couldnt shake the toxic shock Maize was all we needed to sustain Now her golden skin burns, insecticide rain Ya down wit DDT, yeah, you know me Im raped for the grapes, profit for the bourgeoisie War tape boomin, path is Luminoso Im headed north like my name was Kid Cisco To survive, one motive, no hope, uh Its hard to breathe with Wilsons hand around my throat, uh Strangled and mangled, another SS curtain call When I tried to cross the white walls When I tried to cross the white walls Walk unseen past the graves and the gates Born without a face One motive, no hope, uh Born without a face Walk unseen past the graves and the gates Born without a face One motive, no hope, uh Born without a face You say fortify Reaction, you divide You say fortify Reaction, re-action You say fortify Reaction, re-action You say fortify Reaction, you divide
No matter how hard you try, you cant stop us now No matter how hard you try, you cant stop us now Were the renegades of this atomic age This atomic age of renegades Renegades of this atomic age This atomic age of renegades Since the Prehistoric ages and the days of ancient Greece Right down through the Middle Ages Planet Earth kept going through changes And then no renaissance came And times continued to change Nothing stayed the same, but there were always renegades Like Chief Sitting Bull, Tom Paine Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcolm X They were renegades of their time and age So many renegades! Were the Renegades of funk Were the Renegades of funk Were the Renegades of funk Were the Renegades of funk From a different solar system Many, many galaxies away We are the force of another creation A new musical revelation And were on this musical mission, to help the others listen And groove from land to land, singin electronic chants like Zulu Nation Revelations Destroy all nations Destroy all nations Destroy all nations Destroy all nations Destroy all nations Destroy all nations Now renegades are the people with their own philosophies They change the course of history Everyday people like you and me Were the renegades, were the people with our own philosophies We change the course of history Everyday people like you and me Come on Were the renegades of funk Were the renegades of funk Were the renegades of funk Were the renegades of funk With Poppin, sockin, rockin puttin a side of hip-hop Because where were goin there aint no stoppin Poppin, sockin, rockin, puttin a side of hip-hop Because where were goin there aint no stoppin Poppin and sockin and rockin and puttin a side of hip-hop Cause were poppin, sockin, rockin puttin a side of hip-hop Poppin, sockin, rockin puttin a side of HIP-HOP!! Were the renegades of funk Were the renegades of funk Were the renegades of funk Were the renegades of funk Were teachers of the funk and not of empty popping Were blessed with the force and the sight of electronics With the bass, and the treble, the horns, and our vocals Cause every time I pop into the beat, we get fresh Come on Come on There was a time when our music Was something called The Bay Street beat People would gather from all around To get down to the big sound You had to be a renegade in those days To take a man to the dance floor Say jam sucka Say jam sucka Say groove sucka Now groove sucka Now dance sucka Now dance sucka Say move sucka Now move sucka Say jam sucka Say jam sucka Say groove sucka Now groove sucka Say dance sucka Say dance sucka Say move sucka Now move sucka Were the renegades of funk Were the renegades of funk Were the renegades of funk Were the renegades of funk Were the renegades of funk Were the renegades of funk Were the renegades of funk Were the renegades of funk
Come wit it now Come wit it now The microphone explodes, shattering the mold Either drop the hits like de la O or get the fuck off the commode With the sure shot, sure to make a body drop Drop and dont copy, yo, dont call this a co-op Terror rains drenchin, quenchin the thirst Of the power don, that five-sided Fistagon The rotten sore on the face of Mother Earth gets bigger The triggers cold, empty your purse Rally round the family With a pocket full of shells They rally round the family With a pocket full of shells They rally round the family With a pocket full of shells They rally round the family With a pocket full of shells Weapons, not food, not homes, not shoes No need, just feed the war, cannibal animal I walk the corner to the rubble, that used to be a library Line up to the mind cemetery, now What we dont know keep the contracts alive and moving They dont gotta burn the books, they just remove em While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells Rally round the family, pocket full of shells Rally round the family With a pocket full of shells They rally round the family With a pocket full of shells They rally round the family With a pocket full of shells They rally round the family With a pocket full of shells Listen, birds chirpin, dogs barkin, kids missin, milk cartons Soul dark as black markets, war is startin, more is sparkin Glory prophets praise Muhammad Diffrent Strokes, Philip Drummond Gave me crack, like Im plumbin, Jesus Christ, second comin Cut myself, now Im numbin, never scared, never runnin Chosen one, Im one hunnid, pray for me, pray for London Guilty me, he aint done and gun me down, all for nothin Precedent in abundance, president is a puppet Gotta hate it, gotta love it, pass a class, I rise above it Wise enough, advise the public, pistol bust, screamin, Fuck it Donald Trump, Donald Duck, what the fuck is the difference? Now, we stuck in a rut, this aint what I envisioned What is what? What is guts when you dont have intuition? Not a saint, not a sin, tell me, whats my real religion? Genocide, Genesis, they say its a new beginning Im a sinner, you a sinner, I can see the devil grinning Rally round the family With a pocket full of shells They rally round the family With a pocket full of shells They rally round the family With a pocket full of shells They rally round the family With a pocket full of shells Bulls on parade Come wit it now Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade
The sun ablaze as Marias foot touches the surface of sand On northern land, as human contraband Some rico from Jalisco passed her name to the Boss She stuffed into a truckbed, she clutches her cross Here comes the exhaust and it rips through her lungs Shes off fast to the pasture, like cattle shell cross Degree 106, sweat and vomit are thrown And she prays and suffocates upon the memories of home Of Yanqui guns for blood, debts on the loans Of smoldering fields, rape, rubble and bones Of graves hidden, trapped up in visions of war Of nothing, no one, nobody, no more These are her mountains and skies and she radiates Through historys rivers of blood, she regenerates And like the sun disappears only to reappear Shes eternally here Her time is near Never conquered but here To tear away at the mask And now she got a quota, the needle and thread crucifixion Sold and shipped across the new line of Mason Dixon Rippin through denim, the point an inch from her vein The foreman approach, his steps now pound in her brain His presence, it terrifies and eclipses her days No minutes to rest, no moments to pray And with a whisper he whips her, her soul chained to his will My job is to kill if you forget to take your pill Her arms jerk, the sisters gather round her and scream As if in a dream, eyes on the crimson stream Numb as her wrists spit shots of blood to the floor I am nothing, no one, nobody, no more These are her mountains and skies and she radiates Through historys rivers of blood, she regenerates And like the sun disappears only to reappear Shes eternally here Her time is near Never conquered but here To tear away at the mask Away at the mask To tear away at the mask No minutes to rest No moment to pray No minutes to rest No moment to pray No minutes to rest It eclipses her day Just a moment to pray To tear away at the mask Away at the mask To tear away at the mask To tear away at the mask
Oh, wait a minute now Huh-huh Come on Oh, wait a minute now Check To the Young R to the E, the B to the E, the L Never give up, just live up Fed upon America, Ill be spittin it up Rippin it up for an even amount in each cup To my brothers burning bare feet on black top Whose curled neath the shadows from the gaze of the cops Whose huntin for 9 to 5s through factory locks Is now hunted on this modern day auction block Mic check, ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Mic check, ha ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, what? Mic check, ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Mic check, ha ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, what? Check, check, check, check, the check Oh, packin Flexin and mashin with complex text Fast and in a fashion that snap back necks Quicker than a fed cash the company checks I be the Fire only Marley could catch Yes, I be the flame in the cellar, beware Nameless cold millions gaspin for air The naked and wageless, scream within cages What, they make you pull your shit Just to get your share, what? Mic check, ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Mic check, ha ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, what? Mic check, ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Mic check, ha ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, what? Well walk em down with the warriors sound With this mic device, I spit nonfiction Who got the power?, this be my question The mass or the few in this torn nation? The priest, the book, or the congregation? The politricks who rob and hold down your zone? Or those who give the thieves the key to their homes? The pig whos free to murder one Shucklak Or survivors who make a move and murder one back? With this mic device, I spit nonfiction Who got the power?, this be my question The mass of the few in this torn nation? The priest, the book, or the congregation? The politricks who rob and hold down your zone? Or those who give the thieves the key to their homes? The pig whos free to murder one Shucklak Or survivors who make a move and murder one back? Mic check, ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Mic check, ha ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, what? Mic check, ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Mic check, ha ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, what?
His spit is worth more than her work Pass the purse to the pugilists Hes a prize-fighter And he bought rings and he owns kin And now hes swinging And now hes the champion Hey revolver, dont mothers make good fathers? Revolver Hey revolver, dont mothers make good fathers? Revolver A spotless domain Hides festering hopes, shes certain theres more Pictures of fields without fences A spotless domain Hides festering hopes, shes certain theres more Pictures of fields without fences Her body numbs as he approaches the door As he approaches the door As he approaches the door As he approaches the door As he approaches Hey revolver, dont mothers make good fathers? Revolver Hey revolver, dont mothers make good fathers? Revolver Hey revolver, dont mothers make good fathers? Revolver Hey revolver, dont mothers make good fathers? Revolver Yeah Hey revolver, dont mothers make good fathers? Revolver Hey revolver, dont mothers make good fathers? Revolver Revolver Revolver Revolver Revolver
Yeah, ya tryin to tire me, tire me I can see you in front of me, front of me Ya tryin to tire me, tire me Why dont you get from in front of me? Oh, shes got everyones eyes In every home theres a sickening distress Of roll that film shes a precious, a precious one But were all gonna, nah, were already dead Were already dead And those colorful words for the Laos frontiersmen Who passed away with the truth amidst the eulogies of bliss Who will know now what I know about you? Now that historys a flowery cancerous mess Yeah, ya tryin to tire me, a mess Overbearing, yes, ya tryin to tire me, a mess Yeah, ya tryin to tire me, tire me So get the fuck from in front of me Nah, lets see it broken, bloody and undressed Were already dead {Guitar solo} In a violent time, in a violent time In a violent time, in a violent time In a violent time, in a violent time In a violent time, in a violent time I wanna be Jackie Onassis I wanna wear a pair of dark sunglasses I wanna be Jackie O Oh, oh, oh, oh, please dont die Yeah, ya tryin to tire me, tire me I can see you in front of me, front of me Ya tryin to tire me, tire me Why dont you get from in front of me? Were already dead Were already dead Were already dead Were already dead
The sisters are in so check the front line Seems I spent the 80s in the Haiti state of mind Cast me into classes for electroshock Straight incarcerated, the curriculums a cell block Im swimming in half truths and it makes me wanna spit Instructor come separate the healthy from the sick Ya weigh me on a scale, smelling burnt skin Its dark now in Dachau and Im screaming from within Cause Im cell locked in the doctrines of the right Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights Yet at every turn Im running into Hells gates So I grip the cannon like Fanon and pass the shells to my classmates Aw, power to the people Cause the bosss right to live is mine to die So Im going out heavy sorta like Mount Tai With the five centuries of penitentiary so let the guilty hang In the year of the boomerang I got no property but yo, Im a piece of it So let the guilty hang I got no property but yo, Im a piece of it So let the guilty hang I got no property but yo, Im a piece of it So let the guilty hang I got no property but yo, Im a piece of it In the year of the boomerang Yeah Now its upon you Now its upon you The sistas are in so check the front line Seems I spent the 80s in the Haiti state of mind Cast me into classes for electro shock Straight incarcerated, the curriculums a cell block Im swimmin in half truths and it makes me wanna spit Instructor come separate the healthy from the sick Ya weigh me on a scale, smellin burnt skin Its dark now in Dachau and Im screamin from within Cause Im cell locked in tha doctrines of the right Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights Yet at every turn Im runnin into Hells gates So I grip the cannon like Fanon and pass the shells to my classmates Aw, power to the people Cause the bosses right to live is mine to die So Im goin out heavy sorta like Mount Tai With the five centuries of penitentiary so let the guilty hang In the year of the boomerang I got no property but yo, I’m a piece of it So let tha guilty hang I got no property but yo, I’m a piece of it In the year of the Boomerang I got no property but yo, I’m a piece of it So let tha guilty hang I got no property but yo, I’m a piece of it In the year of the boomerang Yeah Now its upon you Now its upon you You You You You You You You You Yeah
Mic check and one, two, one, two Mic check and one, two Mic check and one, two Lick off the shot, my stories shock ya like Ellison Mainline adrenaline, Gaza to Tienanmen From the basement Im dwellin in I cock back the sling to stone a settler Breaks him off clean, call me the upsetter Here comes the hands on the leashes, the cross The capital, the pale families, the fear, and the mouthpieces The single sista lynch, the cell doors crash The masters drums echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo Roll right, roll call But now were alright, were all calm Roll right, roll call But now were alright, were all calm This hits like fists, bomb with the left and dont miss With the sickest stilo, I spark fear like pigs in the park Head crack, I hijack the papers The vapors caught fire up in your mind, come back, rewind one time Here comes the hands on the leashes, the cross The capital, the pale families, the fear, and the mouthpieces The single sista lynch, the cell doors crash The masters drums echo, echo, echo, echo, echo Roll right, roll call But now were alright, were all calm Roll right, roll call We gotta take em to the seventh level We gotta take em to the seventh level For their lives and my lives were never settled Come on, dont freeze when zero hour comes Come on Come on, dont freeze when zero hour comes Come on Send em to the seventh level Send em to the seventh level Send em to the seventh level Send em to the seventh level For their lives and my lives were never settled
Satellites and pair of mirrors and And a man without a home With a horse and a rider And a clever, cunning killer Silent in error and vocal in spotlights Lying always, sucking on a bottle of That sweet indulgent fluid Oh greed, oh yes, oh greed, oh yes Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Your friendship is a fog That disappears when the wind redirects You Yes, you Fathers expectations Soul soaked in spit and urine And you gotta make it where? To a sanctuary thats a fragile American hell An empty dream A selfish, horrific vision Passed on like the deadliest of viruses Crushing you and your naive profession Have no illusions, boy Vomit all ideals and serve Sleep and wake and serve and Dont just think, just wake and serve and Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, your friendship is a fog That disappears when the wind redirects You Interested in you Interested in you Interested in you Interested in you Interested in you Interested in you Interested in you Interested in you Interested in you Interested in you Interested in you Interested in you Interested in you Interested in you Interested in you Interested in you Interested in you Interested in you
A mass of hands press on the market window Ghosts of progress dressed in slow death Feeding on hunger and glaring through the promise Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle A mass of nameless at the oasis That hides the graves beneath the masters hill Buried for drinking the rivers water while Shackled to the the line at the empty well This is the new sound, just like the old sound Just like the noose wound over the new ground This is the new sound, just like the old sound Just like the noose wound over new ground Listen to the fascist sing Take hope here, war is elsewhere You were chosen, this is Gods land Soon well be free of blot and mixture Seeds planted by our forefathers hand A mass of promises begin to rupture Like the pockets of the new world kings Like swollen stomachs In Appalachia Like the priest that fucked you as he whispered holy things A mass of tears have transformed the stones now Sharpened on suffering and woven into the slings Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress Taking today what tomorrow never brings This is the new sound, just like the old sound Just like the noose wound over the new ground This is the new sound, just like the old sound Just like the noose wound over new ground This is the new sound, just like the old sound Just like the noose wound over the new ground Aint the new sound just like the old sound? Look at the noose now, over the, over the, over the burning ground Aint it funny how the factorys doors close? Round the time that the school doors close? Round the time that the doors of the jail cells Open up to greet you like the reaper? Aint it funny how the factorys doors close? Round the time that the school doors close? Round the time that a hundred thousand jail cells Open up to greet you like the reaper? Oasis This is no oasis This is the new sound, just like that old sound Just like the noose wound over the new ground This is the new sound, just like the old sound Just like the noose wound over new ground Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall
Man walks along the railroad track Hes goin some place and theres no turnin back The Highway Patrol chopper comin up over the ridge Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge The shelter line stretchin around the corner Welcome to the New World Order Families sleepin in their cars out in the Southwest No job, no home, no peace, no rest, no rest And the highway is alive tonight Nobodys foolin nobody as to where it goes Im sitting down here in a campfire light Searchin for the ghost of Tom Joad He pulls his prayer book out of a sleepin bag The preacher lights up a bud and takes a drag Hes waitin for the time when the last shall be first, and the first shall be last In a cardboard box neath the underpass With a one-way ticket to the promised land With a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand Lookin for a pillow of solid rock Bathin in the citys aqueducts And the highway is alive tonight Nobodys foolin nobody as to where it goes Im sittin down here in the campfire light With the ghost of old Tom Joad Now Tom said Ma, whenever ya see a cop beatin a guy Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries Wherever theres a fight against blood and hatred in the air Look for me, Ma, Ill be there Wherever somebodys strugglin for a place to stand For a decent job or a helpin hand Wherever somebody is strugglin to be free Look in their eyes, Ma, youll see me Youll see me Youll see me Youll see me Youll see me Youll see me Youll see me Youll see me Youll see me And the highway is alive tonight Nobodys foolin nobody as to where it goes Im sittin down here in the campfire light With the ghost of Tom Joad
Flip this capital eclipse The vocal tone has got em sweating their own apocalypse Yes, rebel of the grains stand masterless The masked ones cap one, NAFTA coming with the new disaster And yes, we in with the wind and the Plan de Ayala kin Coming back around again The slave driver saliva, one night, power turns Them devils mouths dry, now Mexico burns So here they come, one by one, them killers of the new frontier Occupy, causing fear, come on With the wind below We in with the wind below With the wind below Flip this capital eclipse Them bury life wit IMF shifts, and poison lips Yo, they talk it while slicing our veins, yo, so mark it From the FINCAS overseers to them vultures playing markets She aint got nothing but weapon and shawl She is Chol, Tzotzil, Tojolobal, Tzeltal The tools are her tools, Ejidos and ovaries She was strangled, now through a barrel she breathes She is the wind below The wind below She is the wind below And all the shareholders gonna flex and try to annex the truth While the new trust is gonna flex and cast their image in you Yeah, all the shareholders gonna flex and try to annex the truth And while the new trust tries to flex and cast their image in you And GE is gonna flex and try and annex the truth And NBC is gonna flex and cast their image in you And Disney bought the fantasies and piles of eyes And ABCs new thrill rides of trials and lies And while the gut eaters strain to pull the mud from their mouths They force our ears to go deaf to the screams in the south, yeah But we in with the wind below But we in with the wind below But we in with the wind below
Hey, dont miss out on what youre passing Youre missing the hootah of the funky Buddha Eluder of the fucked up styles that get wicked So come on as I start to kick it Cause were like outlaws stridding Suckers are hiding Jump behind the bush When they see me driving by Hanging out my window And my magnum taking out some putos Acting kinda loco Im just another local kid From the street getting paid for my vocals Here is something you cant understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you cant understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you cant understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you cant understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you cant understand Ive been doin all the dumb shit, yo, because nothin is coming from it Im not gonna waste no time fucking around, I got ya humming Hummin, comin at ya Then you know I had to gat ya Time for some action, just a fraction of friction I got the clearance to run the interference Into your satellite, shining a battle light Swing out the gat, and I know that well gat you right Heres an example, just a little sample How I could just kill a man One time tried to come in my home Take my chrome, I said, Yo, its on Take cover son, or youre assed out How do you like my chrome? Then I watched the rookie pass out Didnt have to blast him but I did any way Ha ha ha ha ha! Young punk had to pay So I just killed the man Here is something you cant understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you cant understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you cant understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you cant understand Its gonna be a long time before I finish One of the many missions that I have to establish To light my spliff, ignite you with these site So if you aint down Bullshit Say some punk tried to get you for your auto Would call the one time and play the role model? No, I think youll play like a thug Next, hear the shot of a magnum slug Humming, coming at ya! Yeah, you know Im gonna to gat ya How do you know where Im at When you havent been where Ive been? Understand where Im coming from While youre up on the hill in your big home Im out here risking my dome, just for a bucket, or a fast ducat Just to stay alive, yo, I gotta say, Fuck it Here is something you cant understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you cant understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you cant understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you cant understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you cant understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you cant understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you cant understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you cant understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you cant understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you cant understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you cant understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you cant understand How I could just kill a man How I could just kill a man How I could just kill a man
Come on, check it Through steel walls, your voice blastin on True rebel, my brother, Mumia, I reflect upon You the spark, that set the prairie fires on Make the masses a mastodon path to trample the fascists on At fifteen exposed Phillys finest killing machine Boots and mad guns, they pacify ya young Cause and effect, smell the smoke in the breeze My panther, my brother, we are at war until youre free Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless Well, the powerful got nervous cause he refused to be they servant Cause he spit truth that burned like black churches Prose and verses, a million poor in hearses Watch the decision of Dred Scott as it reverses Long as the rope is tight around Mumias neck Let there be no rich white life we bound to respect Cause and effect, cant ya smell the smoke in the breeze? My panther, my brother, we are at war until youre free Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless And Orwells hell, a terror era coming through But this little brothers watching you too And Orwells hell, a terror era coming through But this little brothers watching you too, watching you too
Every official that comes in, cripples us, leaves us maimed Silent and tamed And with our flesh and bones, he builds his homes Southern fist, rise through the jungle mist Clenched to smash power so cancerous A black flag and a red star A rising sun loomin over Los Angeles Yes, for Raza livin in La La Like Gaza on to the dawn of Intifada Reach for the lessons the masked pass on And seize the metropolis, its you its built on Everything can change on a new years day Everything can change on a new years day Everything can change on a new years day And everything changed on a new years day Come on War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land Their existence is a crime Their seat, their robe, their tie Their land deeds, their hired guns Theyre the crime Shots heard underground round the rapture The worlds eye captured at last in a Mexican pasture The masked screaming land or death Within a breath, a war from the depth of time Who shot four puppet governors in a line Who shook all the world bankers who think they can rhyme Shot the landlords who knew it was mine Yes, its a war from the depth of time Everything can change on a new years day Everything can change on a new years day Everything can change on a new years day Everything can change on a new years day Come on Ugh, hear the masked scream War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death Its land or death Yeah, uh Come on Come on Yes, yes Yes Its war within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death
Hungry people dont stay hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as the weak grow strong Hungry people dont stay hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as they reach for the dawn The spirit of Jackson now screams through the ruins Through factory chains and the ghost of the Union The forgotten remains disappear to their new homes The knife, the thrust, the life burns to the raw bone The blood on the floor of the tear is still dryin Cover the spread sheets, the Dow Jones skyin The cell block live stock, the bodies they buyin Old south order, new northern horizon! Violence in all hands, embrace it if need be Livin been warfare, I press it to CD Violence in all hands, embrace it if need be Livin been warfare, I press it to CD A fire in the masters house is set A fire in the masters house is set A fire in the masters house is set A fire in the masters house is set Hungry people dont stay hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as the weak grow strong Hungry people dont stay hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as they reach for the dawn Yo, yo, check the high tech terror of the new order athletes Peering into the eyes of the child already on trial These armies rippin families apart, get em on file Convictions fit the stock profile all the while Films of dogs, cuttin through homes Ripping skin from bones, yes, the new millennium homes Privatizing through private eyes, an era rising Of the old south order, new northern horizon Violence in all hands, embrace it if need be Livin been warfare, I press it to CD Violence in all hands, embrace it if need be Livin been warfare, I press it to CD A fire in the masters house is set A fire in the masters house is set A fire in the masters house is set A fire in the masters house is set
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be fuckin wit other niggas shit, but they cant be fuckin wit mine Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be fuckin wit other niggas shit, but they cant be fuckin wit mine I was raised in the hood called what the dif? Where the brothers in the hood, we chivalrous So I rest defense on my ligaments Pistol grip pump on my lap, riskin it Full life, living it, never giving it back Too late for slipping, so slack up On my lap, its on your lips, so track shot A steel dick, more clip for pump but All Im saying there aint no question who the man is In my Civic or in this showbiz I shit a fool, kill the fool, come on, what you say? I think I can take care of all you motherfuckers, dont delay right away Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be fuckin wit other niggas shit, but they cant be fuckin wit mine Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be fuckin wit other niggas shit, but they cant be fuckin wit mine Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times, right? Cause tricks be out for your blind side Never understood it, but remember I showed you That in these times, you gotta look over your shoulder, strap Well, that aint nothin but the intent of gettin high And a cop giving you shit for just passing you by If youre ever in trouble or on the double, best to call your pals If you aint got none now, sucka, I got a million Styles around me Are we getting along? We family, we better be We got your back, we got your back, kid Just dont be pointing one of them guns, aight man Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be fuckin wit other niggas shit, but they cant be fuckin wit mine Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be fuckin wit other niggas shit, but they cant be fuckin wit mine
Yo, I was a fiend before I became a teen I melted microphones instead of cones of ice cream Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated Shot grabbed the mic and try to say, Yes yall! They tried to take it, and say that Im too small Cool, cause I dont get upset I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet Back to the lab, without a mic to grab So then I add all the rhymes I had One after the another one, then I make another one To diss the opposite then ask if the brothers done I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine But I dont need a cigarette, know what I mean? Im raging, ripping up the stage and Dont it sound amazing cause every rhyme is made and Thought of, cause its sort of an addiction Magnetized by the mixing E-F-F-E-C-T, a smooth operator operating correctly An E-F-F-E-C-T, a smooth operator operating correctly E-F-F-E-C-T, a smooth operator operating correctly An E-F-F-E-C-T , a smooth operator operating correctly But back to the problem, I got a habit You cant solve it, you silly rabbit The prescription is a hypertone thats thorough when I fiend for a microphone like heroin Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix And Ill put you in a mood or is it a state of Unawareness? Beware, its the re-animator A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon An assasinator, if the people aint stepping You see a part of me that you never seen When Im fiendin for a microphone Cause I take it to the maximum, I cant relax see, Im Hype as a hypochrondriac cause the rap be one Hell of a antidote, something you cant smoke More than dope, youre trying to move away but you cant, youre broke More than cracked up, you should have backed up For those who act up need to be more than smacked up E-F-F-E-C-T, a smooth operator operating correctly An E-F-F-E-C-T, a smooth operator operating correctly E-F-F-E-C-T, a smooth operator operating correctly An E-F-F-E-C-T , a smooth operator operating correctly A smooth operator operating correctly A smooth operator operating correctly A smooth operator operating correctly A smooth operator operating correctly Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated, originated It fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated, complicated Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated, originated It fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated, complicated Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated, originated It fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated, complicated Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated, originated It fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated, complicated Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated It fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated It fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated Cause Im an E-F-F-E-C-T, a smooth operator operating correctly An E-F-F-E-C-T, a smooth operator operating correctly E-F-F-E-C-T, a smooth operator operating correctly An E-F-F-E-C-T , a smooth operator operating correctly A smooth operator operating correctly A smooth operator operating correctly A smooth operator operating correctly Cause Im an E-F-F-E-C-T
I aint gonna work on Maggies Farm no more No, I aint gonna work on Maggies Farm no more Well, I wake up in the morning, fold my hands, and pray for rain I got a head full of ideas that are drivin me insane Its a shame, the way she makes me Scrub the floor I aint gonna work on, nah I aint gonna work on Maggies Farm no more I aint gonna work for Maggies brother no more Nah, I aint gonna work for Maggies brother no more Well, he hands you a nickel, and he hands you a dime And he asks you with a grin, if youre havin a good time Then he fines you every time you slam the door I aint gonna work for, nah I aint gonna work for Maggies brother no more I aint gonna work for Maggies pa no more No, I aint gonna work for Maggies pa no more Well, he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks His bedroom window, it is made out of bricks The National Guard .stands around his door I aint gonna work for, nah I aint gonna work for Maggies pa no more I aint gonna work for Maggies ma no more No, I aint gonna work for Maggies ma no more Well, she talks to all the servants about man and God and law And everybody says shes the brains behind ma Shes sixty-eight but she says shes twenty-four I aint gonna work for, nah I aint gonna work for Maggies ma no more I aint gonna work on Maggies Farm no more No, I aint gonna work on Maggies Farm no more Well, I try my best to be just like I am But everybody wants you To be just like them They sing while they slave, and I just get bored I aint gonna work on, nah I aint gonna work on Maggies Farm no more
Greed! Causing innocent blood to flow Entire culture, lost in the overthrow They came to seize and take whatever they please Then all they gave back was death and disease My people were left with no choice but to decide To conform to a system, responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide AIDS is killing the entire African nation And a vaccine is still supposedly under preparation But these governments, they dont mind their procrastination They say, Well kill them off, take their land and go there for vacation. My peoples culture was strong, it was pure And if not for that white greed, it wouldve endured My people were left with no choice but to decide To conform to a system Their minds enslaved, their souls encaged I feel the rage, its brutality can never be undone But the sun is not yet set The bass and drums and microphones a threat Thats when ya investigate the crimes from the inside And see that theyre responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide Ya cram ya culture down my throat Say Im inferior when I find it I choke You fill my mind with a false sense of history And then you wonder why I have no identity? Well, Ill strike a match and itll catch and Spread the insight we need A tiny fire, burning bright Shedding light on the darkness of greed A yes yes yall And ya dont stop Shedding light on the darkness of greed A yes yes yall And ya dont stop Shedding light on the darkness of greed Yeah
Coolin on the scene like a horse in a stable A brother got ill, and tried to snatch a fat cable I stepped back, like it wasnt no thing I punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring I had an ace in the hole when it came to that Yo Z, you was packin? You know I was strapped Posse kept rollin, it was hard to get with em So I stepped back, and unbuttoned my Lee denim They kept coming, just like I figured So I stepped back, and started sprayin niggas What a way to go out, out like a sucker But Im on track, like a Long Island train That can head up your mission, suckers who be dissin Always on my jock like a snake always hissing Grabbing and tapping me like Luther Vandross Take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast Givin best wishes to the best MC And when the spot is blown and yo, you know its me Because Im housin Cause Im housin Because Im housin Cause Im housin Because Im housin Because Im housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Cause Im housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Cause Im housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Cause Im housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Coolin at a party, no better yet disco Head feelin mellow from a bottle of Cisco Move To crush and fry a sucker MC like Crisco Gimme the cue, check, one, two Dont try to come off on me, because you doo-doo You treatin me the Z to the D, like a stepchild Let me tell you homeboy, youre livin foul MCs, you know who you are On the bandwagon, why Z? Cause you a star This is the year when the jokers are wild When a fag cant hack it and try to bite your style I get hip to the scheme, before it happens If it gets wild, then I start cappin But for now, since everythings calm Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Because Im housin Cause Im housin Cause Im housin Cause Im housin Because Im housin Come on Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Cause Im housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Cause Im housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Because Im housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Because Im housin Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Cause Im housin Cause Im housin Cause Im housin Cause Im housin
The hills find peace, locked armed guard posts Safe from the screams of the children born as ghosts Gates, guns and alarms shape the calm of the dawn Peering down into the basin where death lives on When young run foaming at the mouth with hate When burning batons beat the freezing who shake Under the toxic sunsets they dine and toast Of walls deny the terror faced By the children born as ghosts Born as ghosts Born as ghosts Born as ghosts Born as ghosts One book and forty ghosts stuffed in a room Ah, the school as a tomb Where home is a wasteland, taste the razor wire And thought is locked in the womb The tales that tear at the myth of the dream A suffering that shocks the lives off the screen Born as ghosts Born as ghosts Born as ghosts Born as ghosts Born as ghosts Born as ghosts Born as ghosts Born as ghosts Born as ghosts
Good evening We want to just quickly send a nice friendly message to the uh Fraternal Order of Police in Philadelphia Heres something nice and friendly Heres something nice and friendly Heres something nice and friendly It goes something like this Fuck tha police, comin straight out the underground A young nigga got it bad cuz Im brown And not the other color so police think They have the authority to kill a minority Fuck that shit, cause I aint the one For a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun To be beaten on, and thrown in jail We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell Fuckin with me cause Im a teenager With a little bit of gold and a pager Searchin my car, thinkin every ... is sellin narcotics Youd rather see me in the pen Than me and Lorenzo chillin in a Benz-o ... outta shape And when Im finished, bring the yellow tape To mark off the scene of the slaughter No control of bread and water Young niggas... A young nigga on a warpath And when Im finished, yo, theres gonna be a bloodbath Of cops, dyin in L.A Yo, I got somethin to say Fuck tha police Come on! Off, What? Fuck tha police Yeah! Come on! Fuck tha police Yeah Fuck tha police, comin straight out the underground A young nigga got his badge cause Im brown And not the other color so police think They have the authority to kill a minority Fuck that shit, cause I aint the one For a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun To be beaten on, and thrown in jail We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell Fuckin with me cause Im a teenager With a little bit of gold and a pager Searchin my car, lookin for the product Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics Youd rather see me in the pen Then me and Lorenzo chilling in a Benz-o Beat the police outta shape And when Im finished, bring the yellow tape To mark off the scene of the slaughter No control of bread and water I dont know if they fags or what Search a nigga down and grabbin his nuts And on the other hand, a gun they cant get none But dont let it be a black and a white one Cause theyll slam ya down into the street top Black police showin out for the white cop Yeah, brothas will swarm On any muthafucka in a blue uniform Just cause we in Washington DC Punk police are afraid of me Word! Punk on a warpath And when Im finished, it be a bloodbath Of cops, dyin in L.A Hey yo, we got somethin to say Fuck tha police Come on! Sing that shit loud Come on! Come on one more time, here we go, here we go Come on, one more, gotta do it Right now, yeah, check it out
Lookin like a bunch of Frat boys at summer camp and shit Hadda be flashin like the daily double Hadda be playin on TV Hadda be loud-mouthed on the comedy hour Hadda be announced over loud speakers The CIA and the Mafia are in cahoots It hadda be said in old ladies language It hadda be said in American headlines Kennedy stretched and smiled And got double-crossed by lowlife goons and agents Rich bankers with criminal connections Dope-pushers in CIA working with Dope-pushers from Cuba working with Big time syndicate Tampa, Florida It hadda be said with a big mouth It hadda be moaned over factory foghorns It hadda be chattered on car radio news broadcasts It hadda be screamed in the kitchen It hadda be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting It hadda be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors Hadda be foghorned into New York harbor Hadda echo under hard hats Hadda turn up the volume in the university ballrooms Hadda be written in library books, footnoted Hadda be in the headlines of the Times and Le Monde It hadda be barked over TV Hadda be heard in side alleys through ballroom doors It hadda be played on wire services Hadda be bells ringing Comedians stopped dead in the middle of a joke in Las Vegas Hadda be FBI chief J. Edgar Hoover And Frank Costello syndicate mouthpiece Meeting in Central Park, New York together weekends Reported Time magazine Hadda be the Mafia and the CIA together starting a war on Cuba Bay of Pigs and poison assassination headlines Hadda be the dope cops in the Mafia Sold all that heroin in America Hadda be the FBI and organized crime working it together in cahoots against the commies Hadda be ringing on multinational cash registers World-wide laundry for organized criminal money Hadda be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI together Bigger than Nixon and bigger than war Hadda be a gorged throat full of murder Hadda be a mounted ass, a solid mass of rage Hadda be a red hot head, a scream in the back of the throat Hadda be in Kissingers brain Hadda be in Rockefellers mouth Hadda be the central intelligence, the family, offing the agency Mafia One big set of criminal gangs working together in cahoots Hitmen, murderers everywhere Outrage gonna make secret, drunk, brutal, dirty, and rich On top of a slag heap of prisons Industrial cancer Plutonium smog Garbage cities, grandmas bedsores Fathers resentments Hadda be the rulers Wanting law and order And they got rich on wanting protection for the status quo Wanted junkies Wanted Attica Wanted Kent State Wanted war in Indochina Yeah It hadda be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI Multinational capitalists Strong armed squads Private detective agencies for the oh so very rich And their armies, their navies and Air Force bombing planes Hadda be capitalism The vortex of this rage This competition man to man The horses head in a capitalists bed The Cubans turf in competitions Hitmen in gang wars across oceans Bombing Cambodia settled the score With White House pots and pans A warning to Mediterranean governments The secret police have braced for decades The NKPD and CIA keep each others secrets The OGBU and DIA never hit their own The KGB and the FBI, one mind Brute force and full of money One mind, brute force, and full of money One mind, brute force, and full of money One mind, brute force, and full of money One mind, brute force, and full of money And full of money And full of money And full of money It hadda be rich and they hadda be powerful They hadda murder in Indonesia five hundred thousand Hadda murder in Indochina two million Hadda murder in Czechoslovakia Hadda murder in Chile Hadda murder in Russia And hadda murder in America That was a poem by Allen Ginsberg called Hadda Be Playing On The Jukebox. Hes a great poet
Its a Beautiful world we live in A sweet romantic place Beautiful people everywhere The way they show they care Makes me want to say Its a beautiful world Oh, what a beautiful world For you Its a wonderful time to be here Its nice to be alive Wonderful people everywhere The way they comb their hair Makes me want to say Its a wonderful place Oh, what a wonderful place For you For you For you For you For you For you Not me
Greed! Causing innocent blood to flow Entire culture, lost in the overthrow They came to seize and take whatever they please Then all they gave back was death and disease My people were left with no choice but to decide To conform to a system, responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide AIDS is killing the entire African nation And a vaccine is still supposedly under preparation But these governments, they dont mind their procrastination They say, Well kill them off, take their land and go there for vacation. My peoples culture was strong It was pure and if not for that white greed It wouldve endured My people were left with no choice but to decide To conform to a system Their minds enslaved, their souls encaged I feel the rage Its brutality can never be undone But the sun is not yet set The bass and drums and microphones a threat Thats when ya investigate the crimes from the inside And see that theyre responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide Ya cram ya culture down my throat Say Im inferior when I find it I choke Ya fill my mind with a false sense of history And then you wonder why I have no identity? Well Ill strike a match and itll catch and Spread the insight we need A tiny fire, burning bright Shedding light on the darkness of greed A yes yes yall And ya dont stop Shedding light on the darkness of greed A yes yes yall And ya dont stop Shedding light on the darkness of greed Yeah!
Come Bring it on, bring it on now Solo, Im a soloist on a solo list All live, never on a floppy disk Inka, inka, bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion Drawn up by the thoughts I think Oh, come on, oh You see a set up like a deck of cards Theyre sending us to early graves for all the diamonds They use a pair of clubs to beat the spades With poetry I paint the pictures that hit More like the murals that fit Dont turn away, get in front of it Brotha, did you forget your name? Did you lose it on the wall playin tic-tac-toe? Yo, check the diagonal, three brothers gone, come on Doesnt that make it three in a row? Your anger is a gift Yeah, yeah, yeah Drop it Sista, did you forget your name? Did you lose it on the wall playin tic-tac-toe? Yo, check the diagonal, three million gone, come on Cause you know theyre counting backwards to zero Environment, the environment exceeding on the level Of our unconsciousness For example what does the billboard say? Come and play, come and play, forget about the movement Forget about yourselfs, forget about your culture And forget about your history and just fly, and just fly Your anger is a gift Yeah yeah Bring that shit in Freedom for the real Freedom for the real Freedom for the real Freedom for the real Freedom for the real Freedom for the real Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah right Yeah, freedom, yeah
You tell me you like the taste You just need an excuse You tell me it calms your nerves You just think it looks cool You tell me you want to be different You just change for the same You tell me its only natural You just need the proof Did you fucking get it? Its in my eyes, its in my eyes Its in my eyes, its in my eyes Its in my eyes, its in my eyes Its in my eyes, its in my eyes And it doesnt look that way to me In my eyes And it doesnt look that way to me In my eyes You tell me that nothing matters Youre just fucking scared You tell me that Im better You just hate yourself You tell me that you like her You just wish you did You tell me that I make no difference Well, at least Im fucking trying What the fuck have you done? Its in my eyes, its in my eyes Its in my eyes, its in my eyes Its in my eyes, its in my eyes Its in my eyes, its in my eyes And it doesnt look that way to me In my eyes And it doesnt look that way to me In my eyes
Were gonna kick em out Well, I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby We all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy I know how you want it When youre hot and tight The girl cant stand it When you do it right When youre up on the stand Let me kick out the jams Kick out the jams, were gonna kick em out And Im startin to sweat You know my shirts all wet What a feeling now, baby The sound that abound and resounds and rebounds straight off of the ceilin You gotta have it, baby You cant do without You get that feelin, gotta kick em out Put that mic in my hand And let me kick out the jams Kick out the jams, we gotta kick em out Alright, alright, alright, all Gotta give it up You know you cant get enough, Miss McKenzie Cause it gets in your brain And it drives you insane a loopy frenzy The wigglin guitar and a crash on the drums We wanna keep on rockin til the mornin comes Let me be who I am And let me kick out the jams Yeah, kick out the jams I done kicked em out
This song is called A Bullet in Your Head So get with this This time the bullet cold rocked ya A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika Nothin proper about ya propaganda Fools follow rules when the set commands ya They said it was blue when ya blood was red, yeah Thats how ya got a bullet blasted through your head Blasted through your head, blasted through your head I give a shout out to the living dead Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized So serene on the screen you was mesmerized Cellular phones soundin a death tone Corporations cold turn you to stone before you realize They load the clip in omnicolor Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And motherfuckers lost their minds Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say How high? Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say How high? Check-a, check-a, check this shit out Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say How high? Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say How high? Check-a, check-a, check it out They load the clip in omnicolor They pack the 9, they fire it at the prime time The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And muthafuckers lost their minds No escape from the mass mind rape Play it again jack and then rewind the tape And then play it again and again and again Until your mind is locked in Believin all the lies that theyre tellin ya Buyin all the products that theyre sellin ya They say jump and you say how high You brain dead? You gotta fuckin bullet in your head? Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say How high? Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say How high? Uh, yeah Shit, what? Your standin in line Believin the lies Your bowin down to the flag You got a bullet in your head Am I standing in line? Am I believin the lies? Im bowin down to the flag I got a bullet in the head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head You gotta bullet in your fuckin head Yeah, yeah!
Yeah Pump, pump, whew! Pump, pump, pump, pump, right Air, check it, uh Lyrical champion, the lyrical champion Lyrical champion, we say the mindsets a threat Lyrical champion, the lyrical champion Lyrical champion, we say the mindsets a threat, uh You know! You know the mindsets a threat Go! Go! Check it In the industry, you see, they keep a yellow tape Got the microphone because we want to be free Never oppress, nor to relay your stress May lack ability, but now youre put to the test I run a set in the cool atmosphere Dont worry about my dumb kicks or the car that I steer That material pressure is just a digressor Be livin my life, for they have not yet bothered with pressure, uh Drop it! Ease up! Bringin in the new lifestyle in 1991 now With the raggamuffin style were bringin it deep, yo Now bring it down Aw, shit Listen to what Im sayin Materialism Im slayin Chasin a prediction, know what I mean Its the system your obeyin Throwin it like a catcher You say what you think, you dancer Runnin the free nation Moneys not free, if you thinkin you want the answer GO! I run a set in the cool atmosphere Dont worry about my dumb kicks or the car that I steer That material pressure is just a digressor Be livin my life, for they have not yet bothered with pressure, uh Yes! In the new sound! Ease up!
Zapatas blood Wasnt spilt in vain So now the most poor, the most poor The most poor wage war, wage war To reclaim their name Zapatas blood Wasnt spilt in vain So now the most poor, the most poor The most poor wage war, wage war To reclaim their terrain Yeah On January first, 1994 The indigenous farmers of Southern Mexico Declared war on an unjust And illegitimate government Out of the depths of the most wild, the most poor Came a just arm struggle For democracy, justice, and liberty And it wont stop Until that 65 year old dictatorship The Partido Revolucionario Institucional Is buried in the ground And the peoples voice is heard once again Yeah So check it out On January first of 94 they became known as a Zapatista movement And they have a saying And I want you all to sing along with me real quick It goes something like this It goes: Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves Sing that shit Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves Come on! Yeah! Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves
Everywhere I hear the sound of marching charging feet, boy Cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy Tell me. what can a poor boy do Cept for sing for a rock n roll band? Cause in this sleepy L.A. town Theres just no place for a street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man Do you think the, time is right for a palace revolution Where I live, the game to play is compromise solution Well, then what can a poor boy Cept for sing for a rock n roll band? Cause in this sleepy L.A. town Theres just no place for a street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man Well, what else can a poor boy do? Well, what else can a poor boy do? Well, what else can a poor boy do? Well, what else can a poor boy do? Hey, my name is, called disturbance Ill shout and scream, Ill kill the king, Ill rail at all his servants Well, what can a poor boy do For sing for a rock n roll band? In this sleepy L.A. town Theres just no place for For a street fighting man A street fighting man For a street fighting man A street fighting man For a street fighting man A street fighting man For a street fighting man A street fighting man For a street fighting man A street fighting man For a street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man
Hey yo, let me be front, this is real and not a stunt Im comin to the forefront Shovel for the rebel and clear the lane Cause this jam is like a tomahawk, chump Teach ya, Ill never stop droppin topics Vocal power, yes I got it On central but their trying to clamp it down Flag was waving the wrong way so I shot it, down! Get down at the same time come up, down! This is the crime that shut us up I dont give a fuck because the words and the thoughts still hit And like I said, its not a skit Jump another hit, yeah Ya know I dont need a drum kit Make em say, Aw shit The rebellion is true and legit Down! Get down! And clear the lane Down! Get down! And clear the lane Down! Get down! And clear the lane Down! Get down! Yeah! The rebel, youll never disable Defiance, with the cards up on the table Pulling cards, keep the governments in check Yo! I think we need a new deck Never could trust a phillabusta The mic is like a fist and itll bust ya With words cold hittin with the underground And now youre checkin out the new sound Live hit, a live pop Live rock and ya dont stop It goes on and on and on Whos a threat? Cmon, the war is on! Start droppin, our words are never safe Fighting myself til Im where I gotta be A challenge, dont sweat it, now dont you forget it Check me? What? Wait, you better slow down Realize I cant confine my rhyme to a beat I need cash so pinnacle is never ever weak Places are fluid and diluted and complete Check me once, calm down, take a seat Strip the chains the freedoms there but then its gone! Uh, clear the lane Uh, clear the lane Uh, clear the lane Uh, clear the lane Defiance, rippin up the sound set Every time Im grippin the mic it is a sound threat Resist against the suckers that bring the bass in Timmy C, bring that bass in Uh, clear the lane Uh, clear the lane Uh, clear the lane Uh, clear the lane
Down on the street where the faces shine Floatin around on a real low mind See a pretty thing in a wall See a pretty thing in a wall In a wall In a wall In a wall Yeah Uh Yeah, deep in the night Im lost in love Yeah, deep in the night Im lost in love A thousand eyes, they look at you A thousand eyes, they, they look at you Oh, come on Oh, come on Oh, come on Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, come on Oh, come on Oh, come on Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, come on Oh, come on Oh, come on Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, come on Oh, come on Oh, come on Yeah Uh, where faces shine A real low mind Faces shine A real low, a real low, a real low, a real, real low Oh, come on Oh, come on Oh, come on Yeah, yeah, yeah
Born with insight and a raised fist A witness to the slit wrist, thats with As we move into 92 Still in a room without a view You got to know, you got to know that when I Amp up and amplify defy Im a brother with a furious mind Action must be taken We dont need the key, well break in Something must be done About vengeance, a badge and a gun Cause Ill rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage against em Fist in ya face, in the place And Ill drop the style clearly Know your enemy, know your enemy Come on Word is born fight the war Now Ive got no patience So sick of complacence D the E F the I A the N and C the E Mind of a revolutionary so clear the lane The finger to the land of the chains What, the land of the free? Whoever told you that is your enemy? Now something must be done about vengeance, a badge and a gun Cause Ill rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage against em Now action must be taken We dont need the key well break in Ive got no patience now So sick of complacence now And Ive got no patience now So sick of complacence now Im sick of, sick of, sick of you Time has come to pay Come on Come on Yes I know my enemies Theyre the teachers who taught me to fight me Yeah compromise, conformity, assimilation Submission, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams
Born with insight and a raised fist A witness to the slit wrist, thats with As we move into 92 Still in a room without a view Ya got to know Ya got to know That when I say go, go, go Amp up and amplify Defy Im a brother with a furious mind Action must be taken We dont need the key Well break in Something must be done About vengeance, a badge and a gun Cause Ill rip the mic, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage against em Fist in ya face, in the place And Ill drop the style clearly, yeah Know your enemy Know your enemy! Ugh Come on Word is bond Fight the war, fuck the norm Now I got no patience So sick of complacence With the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E Mind of a revolutionary So clear the lane The finger to the land of the chains What? The land of the free? Whoever told you that is your enemy? Ya got to know Ya got to know That when I say go, go, go Amp up and amplify Defy Im a brother with a furious mind Action must be taken We dont need the key Well break in Know your enemy Yeah Youve got to know your enemies Somethings got to be done
Talkin about the American Indian movement Well in 1977, after a series of long struggles against the BIA Get that spotlight out of my fuckin eye, man Get that thing off Talkin to people I cant even see em In 1977, after a long series of struggles The Oglala Sioux reservation was under attack by the FBI People who were involved in the movement there Involved in defending their culture, defending their freedom Were bein taken away, were bein kidnapped Were bein murdered and one man Who happened to be one of the leaders of AIM Was thrown in jail He has sat there for 17 years for crimes he did not commit His name is Leonard Peltier, and this brothers been in jail And has served his people, and has served true freedom And constitutional rights and is being denied his own And I think its a hypocrisy all of us need to expose in this country So that if we wanna raise our voice For ourselves in America the same doesnt happen Weve got, weve got some pamphlets in the back Where were sellin some shirts Please pick one up, and please send, please, send Your name or theres an address you can send or whats his name Fuckin Dixey Crack Clinton, whoever that fuckin punk is Lets fill this punks room full of fuckin mail I know its not the fuckin most powerful form of fuckin change But lets get this fuckin ball rollin all right This song is called Bombtrack One time for ya fuckin mind, Minnesota Check this shit out Yeah, it goes a-1, 2, 3 Yeah, its just another bombtrack and suckers be thinkin that they can fade this But, Im gonna drop it at a higher level Cause Im inclined to stoop down, hand out some beat-downs Cold run a train on punk hos, that think they run the game But I learned to burn that bridge, and delete Those who compete at a level thats obsolete Instead, I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag To recall the downfall, and the businesses that burnt us all See through the news and the views, that twist reality Enough, I call the bluff, fuck Manifest Destiny Landlords and power whores, on my people they took turns Dispute the suits, I ignite, and then watch em burn With the thoughts from a militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits, I ignite And then watch em burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn It goes a Another funky radical bombtrack Started as a sketch in my notebook And now dope hooks make punks take another look My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere With the thoughts from a militant militant mind Hardline, hardline after mothafuckin hardline Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits, I ignite And then watch em burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Drop it Hey, uh Try to crack and somehow react Vocal snaps attract Im trying to rap Those who try to subdue the truth Lose their condition Were labelled inactive Being 91 The twentieth century Brooklyn is a magnum in a bottle of kerosine Flame ignites into the black sending fright Tortured and weak minds And words and insight Back to the explosion on the stage Guns fear Presence of war creates a dangerous atmosphere Using my brain a certain power is obtained Using the strength Ive gained A struggle remains, but I Choose another tune to uplift Yeah, you know my anger is a gift A gift to expect the test we all must face Hah, out my face Release the reason Allow the pain The actors change But the plays the same Cmon In the narrows In the narrows In the narrows Some are the holders of power But will start a galactic shower Turn to my brother, little power, structure itself Hate only motivates and creates more hate State to state I set it straight and investigate Dull fate While teachers taught me lessons At the oppression I react with aggression Yo, my section after section No need for repressing Just take the mic and a rap another session No need for guessing Yeah And that shit that youre stressin Release the reason Align the pain The actors change But the plays the same Release the reason Align the pain The actors change But the plays the same Ugh! UGH! Divine are stepping up and proving to suckas They cannot dumben up their style And I do it with a smile When I put punks on trial, taking em back again Yeah The name of the comprehender The style I drop is going on and on To the punks who recognize the style And realize that Im not no Punk Kid Just stepping up for the mic hit Ugh!
Cmon! The A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C The A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C Hey The A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C Drop auto logic You thought you could get with Me and Tommy hittin man Cold dropped a smash hits Angry as a veteran Back in the force Cause Im not frontin Comin upon the stage Ill say ya somethin Clear as a project The style is hectic Guess Im left with A system skeptic The truths Im droppin From the pulpit Im yellin Inspired by gunshots from a township rebellion Word is a rough mix Sign of justice The rhyme is allowed cause you cant fillibust this Style Ill catch ya Ill catch ya the rapture Ya murdered my level head Ya know that I have to Drop auto logic Yo I got to drop the logic Drop auto logic Yo I got to drop the logic Auto logic Yo I got to drop the logic Drop auto logic Yo I got to drop the logic Stop before you take a wrong turn Stop before you step up on the stage and get burned Stop and just listen Im dismissing competition with decisions So I guess youll have to listen and learn Creative So what ya gonna do? Aint no fading So what ya gonna do? Grab the microphone and say a check one two The kids solo Unafraid of any crew Cause Im the type of brother with the maddest Status Statue or poll Paid in full No bull never dull Always in control Taking no shit like I was Manute Bol Uh Aw yeah It goes a just like that yeah Now break it down Auto logic On auto pilot Silence equals death And death equals silence The crew that doesnt choose to speak their mind Is a crew that looses power over time And now that ya finally woke up Yo wish your motherfuckin ass would have spoke up Voices in full The balled of the bullet The mic is a trigger and I pull it Droppin and smashin Thrashin and bashin the set Mentally and spiritually correct Back and ya know its a treat Cause every time I step ya know I wont forget ta Drop auto logic Yo I got to drop the logic Drop auto logic Yo I got to drop the logic Auto logic Yo I got to drop the logic Drop auto logic Yo I got to drop the logic Auto logic Yo I got to drop the logic Drop auto logic Yo I got to drop the logic Auto logic Yo I got to drop the logic Drop auto logic Yo I got to drop the logic Come on
Rebel, rebel and yell Cause our people still dwell in hell Locked in a cell Yes, the structures a cell Mad is the story I tell How long can we wait? Come on, seein whats at stake Action for reaction If your minds in a somewhat complacent state Get a check up This is a stick up Our freedom or your life Lord, I wish I could be peacful But there can be no sequel Now freedom must be fundamental In Johannesburg or South Central On the mic, cause someone should tell em To kick in the township rebellion Come on, ugh Yeah, what about that sucka Yeah, so you thought you could get with the hard rhymes That fill your mind Thoughts, battles fought And lessons taught Yes Ill display the fitness And flip like a gymnast Cause rhyme after rhyme And droppin line after line Your locked in a test of the mind Your style is lagging behind, stuck in 89 Yes Im inclined, Im wearing a blind Come to get some in 91 No freedom in the land of the free If ya see it then tell me Now freedom must be fundamental In Johannesburg or South Central On the mic, cause someone should tell em To kick in the township rebellion Why stand on a silent platform Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform Fight the war, fuck the norm Ugh Come on When ignorance reigns, life is lost When ignorance reigns, life is lost Come on When ignorance reigns, life is lost Why stand on a silent platform Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform Fight the war, fuck the norm
One, two One, two, three, yeah! Inslumnational, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground Like a million elephants and silverback orangutans You cant stop the train Who want some? Dont come unprepared Ill be there, but when I leave there Better be a household name Weatherman tellin us it aint gon rain So now we sittin in a drop-top, soakin wet In a silk suit, tryin not to sweat Hit somersaults without the net But thisll be the year that we wont forget 1-9-9-9, Anno Domini anything goes Be what you wanna be as long as you know Consequences are given for livin The fence is too high to jump in jail Too low to dig, I might just touch hell—hot Get a life now they on sale Then I might cast you a spell Look at what came in the mail A scale and some Arm & Hammer Soul gold grill and a baby mama Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers Stack of questions with no answers Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days Get back home, things are wrong Well, not really, it was bad all along Before you left adds up to a ball of power Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe Believe theres always more, ah Dont pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad Yeah, dont even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad Dont pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad Yeah, dont even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad Uno, dos, tres, its on Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone? Like that there boy and will still stay street Big things happen every time we meet Like a track team, crack fiend dying to geek OutKast bumpin up and down the street Slant back Cadillac, bout five niggas deep 75 MCs freestyling to the beat Cause we get crunk, stay drunk, at the club Shouldve bought an ounce, but ya copped a dub Shouldve held back, but ya threw the punch Supposed to meet your girl but ya packed a lunch No D to the U to the G for you Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan Never turned my back on my kids, there for them Shouldve hit it, quit it, rag top Before you re-up, get a laptop Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals Record number four, but we on a roll Hold up, slow up, stop, Control Like Janet, Planet Stankonias on ya Moving like Floyd, comin straight to Florida Lock all your windows, then block the corridors Pullin off my belt cause a whippings in order Like a three-piece fish before I cut your daughter Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border Pity pat rappers trying to get to five Im a microphone fiend tryin to stay alive When you come to ATL, boy, you better not hide Cause the Dungeon Family gon ride, high! Dont pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad Yeah, dont even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad Yeah, dont pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad Yeah, dont even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad, yeah Bombs over Baghdad, yeah Bombs over Baghdad, yeah Bombs over Baghdad, yeah Bombs over Baghdad, yeah Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Bob your head, rag top Dont pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad Yeah, dont even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad Yeah, dont pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad Yeah, dont even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad Dont pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad Yeah, dont even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad Yeah, dont pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad Yeah, dont even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad
The classrooms the last room to get the truth I said the classrooms the last room to get the truth Yeah, the classrooms the last room to get the truth Yeah, bring that shit in! Yeah, check this out yall As I kick it like wicked style, uh In the right light, study becomes insight But the system that dissed us, teaches us to read and write So called facts are fraud They want us to allege and pledge and bow down to their God Lost the culture, the culture lost Spun our minds and through time Ignorance has taken over Yo, we gotta take the power back! Bam! Heres the plan Motherfuck Uncle Sam, step back, I know who I am Raise up your ear, Ill drop the style and clear Its the beats and the lyrics they fear The rage is relentless, we need a movement with a quickness You are the witness of change and to counteract We gotta take the power back Yeah, we gotta take the power back Come on, come on! We gotta take the power back The present curriculum, I put my fist in em Eurocentric every last one of em See right through the red, white and blue disguise With lecture I puncture the structure of lies Installed in our minds and attempting to hold us back Weve got to take it back Holes in our spirit causin tears and fears One-sided stories for years and years and years Im inferior? Whos inferior? Yeah, we need to check the interior of the system Who cares about only one culture And that is why we gotta take the power back Yeah, we gotta take the power back Come on, come on! We gotta take the power back Break it down like this Uh! Like this! Come on! The teacher stands in front of the class But the lesson plan he cant recall The students eyes dont perceive the lies Bouncing off every fucking wall His composure is well kept I guess he fears playing the fool The complacent students sit and listen to some of that Bullshit that he learned in school Europe aint my rope to swing on Cant learn a thing from it, yet I hang from it Gotta get it, gotta get it together then Like the motherfuckin weathermen To expose and close the doors on those who try To strangle and mangle the truth Cause the circle of hatred continues unless we react We gotta take the power back We gotta take the power back Come on, come on! We gotta take the power back No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies Yeah! Yeah! Take it back yall Take it back, a-take it back A-take it back yall, come on! Take it back yall Take it back, a-take it back A-take it back yall, come on! Yeah!
Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses Uh! Killing in the name of Killing in the name of And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya But now you do what they told ya Well now you do what they told ya Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites You justify those who died by wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Those who die are justified by wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses Uh! Killing in the name of Killing in the name of And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya You justify those that died by wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites You justify those that died by wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Come on! And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya You justify those that died by wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites You justify those that died by wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me! Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me! Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me! Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me! Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me! Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me! Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me! Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me! Motherfucker! Ugh!
A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home Hatred passed on passed on and passed on A world of violent rage but its one that I can recognize Having never seen the color of my fathers eyes Yes, I dwell in hell but its a hell that I can grip I tried to grip my family but I slipped To escape from the pain in an existence mundane I got a nine, a sign, a set, and now I got a name! Read my writing on the wall! No ones here to catch me when I fall! Death is on my side! Suicide! A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home Hatred passed on passed on and passed on A world of violent rage but its one that I can recognize Having never seen the color of my fathers eyes Yes, I dwell in hell but its a hell that I can grip I tried to grip my family but I slipped To escape from the pain in an existence mundane I got a nine, a sign, a set, and now I got a name! Read my writing on the wall! No ones here to catch me when I fall! Caught between my culture and the system Genocide! Read my writing on the wall! No ones here to catch me when I fall! If ignorance is bliss Then knock the smile off my face! Yeah! If we dont take action now We settle for nothing later Settle for nothing now And well settle for nothing later If we dont take action now We settle for nothing later Settle for nothing now And well settle for nothing later If we dont take action now We settle for nothing later Settle for nothing now And well settle for nothing later If we dont take action now Now, now Now, now Now, now Now, now Now, now Now, now Now, now
It seems as if soon As the wall in Germany fell That the US government was busy building another one At the border beween the US and Mexico Since 1986, as a result of a lot of the hate talk and hysteria That the government of the United States has been speaking 1,500 bodies have been found at the border We wrote this song in response to it Its called Without a Face Uh, I got no card, so I got not soul Life is prison, no parole, no control Jura got my number on a wire tap Cause I jack for Similac, fuck a Cadillac Survive, one motive no hope Cause every sidewalk I walk is like a tightrope Yes, I know my deadline, sire, when my life expires Im sendin paper south under the barbed wire The mother of my child will lose her mind at my grave Its my life for their life, so call it a free trade Por vida and our name up on the stall I took a death trip, when I tried to cross the white wall Walk unseen past the graves and the gates Born without a face Born without a face Walk unseen past the graves an the gates Born without a face One motive no hope, uh, yeah Born without a face Without a face! I tried to look back to my past long lost A blood donor to the land owner holocaust Pops heart stopped, in came the air drop Flooded the trench, he couldnt shake the toxic shock Maize, was all we needed to sustain Golden skin burns, insecticide rain Ya down with DDT, yeah, you know me Im raped for the grapes, profit for the bourgeoisie War tape boomin, path is Luminoso Im headed north like my name was Kid Cisco To survive, one motive no hope, uh Its hard to breathe with Wilsons hand around my throat, uh Strangled and mangled, another SS curtain call When I tried to cross the white wall When I tried to cross the white wall Walk unseen past the graves and the gates Born without a face! One motive no hope, uh Without a face! Walk unseen past the graves and the gates Born without a face! One motive no hope, uh Without a face! You say, fortify Reaction, you divide You say, fortify Reaction You say, fortify Reaction, you divide You say, fortify Reaction Re-Action Re-Action Re-Action
Hey check this out right about now I wanna introduce a brotha That came all the way out here from the strong island New York And hes one of the fathers of revolutionary music In our time period He was a huge influence on us and we wanna bring him out right now So check it out We got a man by the name of Chuck D, from Public Enemy Yeah Wassup, wassup! Wassup, wassup! Wassup, wassup! Wassup, wassup! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Im with Rage on the stage and I back Zack Tim on the bass, Tom in your face We got Brad on the drums, can you get some? Drummer in the ? can you get some? Pump pump on my lap at all times We murder the boom-bap This is the rage in your ear Here ye, here ye The crowd so near me, but you still dont hear me I got a letter from the government The other day I opened and read it It said they were suckers They wanted me for the army or whatever Picture me given a damn - I said never Here is a land that never gave a damn About a brother like me and myself Because they never did I wasnt wit it, but just that very minute it Occurred to me The suckers had authority Cold sweatin as I dwell in my cell How long has it been? They got me sittin in the state pen I gotta get out, but that thought was thought before I contemplated a plan on the cell floor Im not a fugitive on the run But a brother like me begun to be another one Public enemy servin time, they drew the line yall To criticize me for some crime Never the less they could not understand that Im a black man And I could never be a veteran On the strength, the situations unreal I got a raw deal, Zack, so Im lookin for the steel Peace yall Cmon yall, give it up for Chuck D! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Uggh! Pull, pull Yeah Solo, Im a soloist on a solo list All live, never on a floppy disk Inka, inka, bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion Drawn up by the thoughts I think Come on Brotha, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose it on the wall Playin tic-tac-toe? Yo, check the diagonal Three brothers gone Come on Doesnt that make it three in a row? Anger is a gift Hey Yes, aw yeah Ugh! Check that! Ugh! Come on Yeah Ugh Drop it Brotha, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose it on the wall Playin tic-tac-toe? Yo, check the diagonal Three brothers gone Come on Doesnt it make three in a row Environment The environment exceeding on the level Of our unconsciousness For example What does the billboard say Come and play, come and play Forget about the movement Anger is a gift Ugh! Hey Bring that shit in Ugh! Hey! Freedom, yeah Freedom yeah right Freedom yeah! Freedom! Yeah! Freedom! Yeah right! Freedom! Yeah! Freedom! Yeah! Right!
Ughh! Hey yo, its just another bombtrack ughh! Come on, hey yo, its just another bombtrack ugh It goes a-one, two, three And its just another bomb track And suckas be thinkin that they can fade this But Im gonna drop it at a higher level Cause Im inclined to stoop down Hand out some beat-downs Cold runna train on punk hos that Think they run the game But I learned to burn that bridge and delete Those who compete at a level thats obsolete Instead I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag As I recall our downfall And the business that burned us all See through the news and the views that twist reality Enough, I call the bluff, fuck manifest destiny Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch em burn With the thoughts from a militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch em burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn It goes a one, two, three Another funky radical bombtrack Started as a sketch in my notebook And now dope hooks make punks take another look My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere With the thoughts from a militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch em burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn!
Earth shares what Earth receives And now only blood brings life A tiller bring life, producer bring life Protector bring life, soiled hands bring life The tree of democracy shall be watered by the blood of revolution So go plant a seed, go plant a seed for harvest Go plant a seed for harvest producer Producer, producer, producer, producer Producer, producer, producer, producer Producer, producer, producer, producer Producer, producer, producer, producer Producer, producer, producer, producer Producer, producer And it all shall fall by the grace of the people and It all shall fall by the grace of the people and It all shall fall by the grace of the people and It all shall fall by the grace of the people and It all shall fall It all shall fall I first met you and the ideas you uphold while incarserated A victim of a social experiment Eventually addicted to your eight hour injections of hypocracy and arrogance and greed Forced to sit with coplicity in front of my executioners As they blugeoned me with their so called superior values and demanded my submission I bacame an indentured servant in a factory Where I myself was the product Whos useful quality was to protect their palaces Every word uttered from their mouths strangeled me So that every thought I express Shall sow the seed for the noose around their necks And set fire to their homes And every word uttered from their mouths strangeled me So that every thought I express Shall sow the seed for the noose around their necks And set fire to their homes And set fire to their homes And set fire to their homes And set fire to their homes And set fire to their homes And it all shall fall by the grace of the people and It all shall fall by the grace of the people and It all shall fall by the grace of the people and It all shall fall by the grace of the people and It all shall fall by the grace of the people and It all shall fall Fall Fall Fall Fall Fall Fall Fall Fall
In the right light, study becomes insight But the system that dissed us Teaches us to read and right So called facts are fraud They want us to allege and pledge And bow down to their God Lost the culture, the culture lost Spun our minds and through time Ignorance has taken over Yo, we gotta take the power back! Bam! Heres the plan Motherfuck Uncle Sam Step back, I know who I am Raise up your ear, Ill drop the style and clear Its the beats and the lyrics they fear The rage is relentless We need a movement with a quickness You are the witness of change And to counteract We gotta take the power back Yeah, take the power back Come on, come on! We gotta take the power back The present curriculum I put my fist in em Eurocentric every last one of em See right through the red, white and blue disguise With lecture I puncture the structure of lies Installed in our minds and attempting To hold us back Weve got to take it back Holes in our spirit causin tears and fears One-sided stories for years and years and years Im inferior? Whos inferior? Yeah, we need to check the interior Of the system that cares about only one culture And that is why We gotta take the power back We gotta take the power back Come on, come on! We gotta take the power back Ah yeah were gonna break it down Aw shit! Ugh! Dont stop, and ya dont stop Ugh Like this, come on Ugh The teacher stands in front of the class But the lesson plan he cant recall The students eyes dont perceive the lies Bouncing off every fucking wall His composure is well kept I guess he fears playing the fool The complacent students sit and listen to some of that Bullshit that he learned in school What about that, the system ? Come on We gotta take the power back We gotta take the power back Come on, come on! We gotta take the power back No more lies Ugh! Come on, ugh Check it Take it back yall Take it back, a-take it back A-take it back yall, come on! Take it back yall Take it back, a-take it back A-take it back yall, come on! Ugh! Yeah!
Yeah, its just another bombtrack And suckers be thinkin that they can fade this But, Im gonna drop it at a higher level Cause Im inclined to stoop down, hand out some beat-downs Cold run a train on punk hos, that think they run the game But I learned to burn that bridge, and delete Those who compete, at a level thats obsolete Instead, I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag To recall the downfall, and the businesses that burnt us all See through the news and the views, that twist reality Enough, I call the bluff, fuck Manifest Destiny The landlords and power whores, on my people they took turns Dispute the suits, I ignite, and then watch em burn With the thoughts from a militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline The landlords and power whores on my people they took turns Dispute the suits, I ignite and I watch em burn Watch em burn Another funky radical bombtrack Started as a sketch in my notebook Yeah now dope hooks make punks take another look My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear That ya card will get pulled if you interfere With the thoughts from a militant militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline The landlords and power whores on my people they took turns Dispute the suits, I ignite, then I watch em burn Watch em burn Yeah watch them burn Watch em burn Yeah I tried to look back to my past long lost A blood donor to the land owner Holocaust Pops heart stopped, in came the air drop Flooded the trench, couldnt shake the toxic shock Maize, was all we needed to sustain Now her golden skin burns, insecticide rain Ya down wit DDT - yeah, you know me Im raped for the grapes, and the profit for the bourgeoisie War tape boomin, path is Luminoso Im headed north like my name was Kid Cisco To survive, just a prophet lost and learned I got to break em off and watch em burn Watch em burn
Huh Yeah, were comin back in with another bomb track Think ya know its all of that, huh Ayyo, so check this out, yeah Know your enemy Cmon Born with insight and a raised fist A witness to the slit wrist As we, move into 92 Still in a room without a view Ya got to know, ya got to know That when I say go, go, go Amp up and amplify, defy Im a brother with a furious mind Action must be taken We dont need the key, well break in Something must be done About vengeance, a badge and a gun Cause Ill rip the mic, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage against em Fist in ya face in the place and Ill drop the style clearly Know your enemy Know your enemy Yeah Ayyo, get with this, ugh Word is born Fight the war, fuck the norm Now I got no patience So sick of complacence With the D, the E, the F, the I, the A, the N, the C, the E Mind of a revolutionary, so clear the lane The finger to the land of the chains What? The land of the free? Whoever told you that is your enemy Now something must be done About vengeance, a badge and a gun Cause Ill rip the mic, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to Rage Against em Now action must be taken We dont need the key, well break in Ive got no patience now So sick of complacence now Ive got no patience now So sick of complacence now Sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of you Time has come to pay Know your enemy Cmon Yes, I know my enemies! Theyre the teachers who taught me to fight me Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams
This time the bullet cold rocked ya A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika Nothin proper about ya propaganda Fools follow rules when the set commands ya Said it was blue When ya blood was read Thats how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head Blasted through ya head Blasted through ya head I give a shout out to the living dead Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized So serene on the screen You were mesmerized Cellular phones soundin a death tone Corporations cold Turn ya to stone before ya realize They load the clip in omnicolour Said they pack the nine, they fire it at prime time Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And mutha fuckas lost their minds Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Run it! Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Checka, checka, check it out They load the clip in omnicolour Said they pack the nine, they fire it at prime time Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And mutha fuckas lost their minds No escape from the mass mind rape Play it again jack and then rewind the tape And then play it again and again and again Until ya mind is locked in Believin all the lies that theyre tellin ya Buyin all the products that theyre sellin ya They say jump and ya say how high Ya brain-dead Ya gotta fuckin bullet in ya head Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Uggh! Yeah! Yea! Ya standin in line Believin the lies Ya bowin down to the flag Ya gotta bullet in ya head Ya standin in line Believin the lies Ya bowin down to the flag Ya gotta bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head! A bullet in ya head! A bullet in ya head! A bullet in ya head! A bullet in ya head! A bullet in ya head! A bullet in ya head! Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin head! Yeah! Yeah!
Here we go 9-5 is the blood for your sweat Pay the landlord, hes taking your blood for the rent Yo The balance dead so a bullets what I get When my Mao-Say-Tung gets offensive like Tet The whip snapped my back My spine cracked For tobacco Im the Marlboro man Can I make London bridges fall If they do me like Mumia Abu-Jamal Nobody move Nobody move 86 Philly pigs drive a whole city block And Im campin like Hampton Read the word of the innocent Yet death row is locked Capitol-i-ism Check the wrong rhythm And so they say let Saigons be Saigons But wait a Ho-Chi-minute Waste the day cause the night brings a hearse Make a move and plead the fifth Ya cant plead the first Are you ready to testify? Get ready to testify Are you ready to testify? Get ready to testify The revolutionary aesthetic Black leather, beret and powder blue However meanacing this human form on the outside looks Without revolutionary action Its ever so translucent I stand admist grandeous gestures Postures and platforms of romanticism Creating more noise than answers Creating more noise than the sirens That keep our children crouched in corners I sit and watch us do the blind mans dance And I cant stand the smell of false composure So I take a Ho-Chi minute to meditate And think And then tune to the word of Jose Matin Doing is the best way of saying Doing is the best way of saying Doing is the best way of saying Doing is the best way of saying 9-5 is the blood for your sweat Pay the landlord, hes taking your blood for the rent Yo The balance dead so a bullets what I get When my Mao-Say-Tung gets effective like tet The whip snap my back My spine crack Front to back Ohhh what a Marlboro man Can I make London bridges fall If they do me like Mumia Abu-Jamal Nobody move Nobody move 86 Philly pigs drive a whole city block And Im campin like Hampton Read the word of the innocent Yet death row is locked Capitol-i-ism Check the wrong rhythm And so they say let Saigons be Saigons But wait a Ho-Chi-minute Waste the day cause the night brings a hearse Make a move and plead the fifth Ya cant plead the first Are you ready to testify? Get ready to testify Are you ready to testify? Get ready to testify Cmon Doing is the best way of saying Doing is the best way of saying
Come with it now Come with it now The microphone explodes, shattering the mold Either drop the hits like de la O or get the fuck off the commode With the sure shot, sure to make the bodies drop Drop and dont copy, yo, dont call this a co-op Terror rains drenchin, quenchin the thirst Of the power dons, that five-sided Fistagon The rotten sore on the face of Mother Earth gets bigger The trigger’s cold, empty your purse Rally round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells Weapons, not food, not homes, not shoes Not need, just feed the war, cannibal animal I walk the corner to the rubble, that used to be a library Line up to the mind cemetery now What we dont know keeps the contracts alive and movin They dont gotta burn the books, they just remove em While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells Rally round the family, pockets full of shells Rally round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells Bulls on parade, uh Come with it now Come with it now Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade
Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses But I wont do what you tell me Now youre under control Those who died are justified for Wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites You justified those that died by Wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Those who died are justified for Wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Killing in the name Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me But you, youre under control Now you do what they told Those who died are justified for Wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites You justified those that died by Wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Those who died are justified for Wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Killing in the name Motherfucker
Come with it now! Come with it now! The microphone explodes, shattering the mold Either drop the hits like de la O or get the fuck off the commode With the sure shot, sure to make the bodies drop Drop and dont copy, yo, dont call this a co-op Terror rains drenchin, quenchin the thirst Of the power dons, that five-sided Fistagon The rotten sore on the face of Mother Earth gets bigger The trigger’s cold, empty your purse Rally round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells Weapons, not food, not homes, not shoes Not need, just feed the war, cannibal animal I walk the corner to the rubble, that used to be a library Line up to the mind cemetery, now What we dont know keeps the contracts alive and movin They dont gotta burn the books, they just remove em While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells Rally round the family, pockets full of shells Rally round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells Bulls on parade! Uh... Come with it now Come with it now Bulls on parade! Bulls on parade! Bulls on parade! Bulls on parade! Bulls on parade! Bulls on parade!
Zapatas blood Wasnt spilt in vain So now the most poor, the most poor The most poor wage war, wage war To reclaim their name Zapatas blood Wasnt spilt in vain So now the most poor, the most poor The most poor wage war, wage war To reclaim their terrain Yeah On January first, 1994 The indigenous farmers of Southern Mexico Declared war on an unjust And illegitimate government Out of the depths of the most wild, the most poor Came a just arm struggle For democracy, justice, and liberty And it wont stop Until that 65 year old dictatorship The Partido Revolucionario Institucional Is buried in the ground And thе peoples voice is hеard once again Yeah So check it out On January first of 94 they became known as a Zapatista movement And they have a saying And I want you all to sing along with me real quick It goes something like this It goes: Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves Sing that shit Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves Come on! Yeah! Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves
Buenas noches, nosotros estamos, Rabia contra la maquina de Los Angeles, California The movie ran through me The glamour subdue me The tabloid untied me Im empty. please fill me Mister Anchor, assure me That Baghdad is burning Your voice, it is so soothing That cunning mantra of killing I need you, my witness To dress this up so bloodless To numb me and purge me now Of thoughts of blaming you Yes, the car is our wheelchair My witness, your coughing Oily silence mocks the legless Who travel now in coffins The jurys sleepless We found your weaknеss And its right outside your door Now testify Testify Its right outsidе your door, testify Testify With precision you feed me My witness, Im hungry Your temple, it calms me, so I can carry on My slaving, sweating the skin right off my bones On a bed of fire, Im choking on the smoke that fills my home The wrecking ball is rushing Witness your blushing Pipelines is gushing While here we lie in tombs While on the corner The jurys sleepless We found your weakness And its right outside your door Now testify Testify Its right outside your door Testify Now testify Mass graves for the pump when the price is set When the price is set Mass graves for the pump when the price is set When the price is set Mass graves for the pump when the price is set When the price is set Mass graves for the pump when the price is set When the price is set Who controls the past now controls the future Who controls the present now controls the past Who controls the past now controls the future Who controls the present now? Now testify Testify Its right outside your door Testify Now testify Its right outside your door
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Killing in the name of Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Uh! Killing in the name of Killing in the name of Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya But now you do what they told ya! Well, now you do what they told ya Those who died are justified For wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites You justify those that died By wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Those who died are justified For wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites You justify those that died By wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Uh! Killing in the name of Killing in the name of Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya Those who died are justified For wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites You justify those that died By wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Those who died are justified For wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites You justify those that died By wearing the badge, theyre the chosen whites Come on! Ugh! Yeah! Come on! Ugh! Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Fuck you, I wont do what you tell me Motherfucker! Ugh!
Oh shit Come on Call that shit up Pump that shit up Yeah Since fifteen hundred and sixteen, Mayans attacked and overseen Crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream With their borders and boots on top of us Pullin knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis How you gonna get what you need to get? The gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like Tet The fifth sun sets get back reclaim The spirit of Cuauhtémoc, alive and untamed Face the funk now blastin out your speaker On the one, Maya, Mexica That vulture came to try and steal your name but now you got a gun Yeah, this is for the people of the sun Its comin back around again This is for the people of the sun Its comin back around again Its comin back around again This is for the people of the sun Its comin back around again Dont ever forget that the whip snapped ya back Your spine cracked for tobacc-oh, Im the Marlboro Man, uh Our past blastin on through the verses Brigades of taxi cabs rollin Broadway like hearses Troops strippin zoots, shots of red mist Sailors blood on the deck, come sister, resist The era of terror, check this photo lens Now the City of Angels does the ethnic cleanse, uh Heads bobbin to the funk out your speaker On the one, Maya, Mexica That vulture came to try and steal your name but now you found a gun Youre history This is for the people of the sun Its comin back around again This is for the people of the sun Its comin back around again, why, why Its comin back around again This is for the people of the sun Its comin back around again Its comin back around again This is for the people of the sun Its comin back around again, Its comin back around again This is for the people of the sun Its comin back around, yeah Of the sun
We dont have to play Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what, do what Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what, do what Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what, do what We dont have to play We dont have to play Fuck you I wont do what you tell me Killing in the name of Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Ugh! Killing in the name of Killing in the name of Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya We dont have to play We dont have to play Fuck you I wont do what you tell me We dont have to play We dont have to play
Yeah The world is my expense The cost of my desire Jesus blessed me with its future And I protect it with fire So raise your fists and march around Just dont take what you need Ill jail and bury those committed And smother the rest in greed Crawl with me into tomorrow Or Ill drag you to your grave Im deep inside your children Theyll betray you in my name Hey, hey Sleep now in the fire The lie is my expense Its the cost of my desire The party blеssed me with its future And I protеct it with fire I am the Niña, the Pinta, the Santa Maria The noose and the rapist, the fields overseer The agents of orange, priests of Hiroshima Sleep now in the fire Sleep now in the fire Hey, hey Sleep now in the fire Hey, hey Sleep now in the fire For its the end of history Its caged and frozen still There is no other pill to take So swallow the one that makes you ill The Niña, the Pinta, the Santa Maria The noose and the rapist, the fields overseer The agents of orange, the priests of Hiroshima Sleep now in the fire Sleep now in the fire Sleep now in the fire Sleep now in the fire Sleep now in the fire
Just bounce to this Everybody just bounce to this Aint no funk, its funky, its Doggystyle Aint no funk, its funky, its Doggystyle Shucks, stomping in my big blue chucks More bounce to the ounce while Im ditching you klutz Bump-bump-bump-bump while youre bumping your sounds Its the zoo and the Pound we dont eff around Relax your mind and let your conscience be free And get down, stomping grounds is the LBC I slid up out the game and MCs get wacked But now Im back , so go get your strap Watch your head, I break bread Wit Gs, Muslims, hard-heads and dreds Bounce, rock while rollerskating On them 20 inch tires with the platinum Daytons Im not that BG popping all that junk About Ill touch you up, he sound like a punk I been there and done that, no inspiration All day demonstration beat conversation Aint no funk, its funky, its Doggystyle Aint no funk, its funky, its Doggystyle I keep brothers in the studio, word is bond Been working on ya new album for two years strong And still cant come up with the right song You know what they say:Study long, study wrong All aboard the train so come along Cos we keep the glue stuck against the bone Its alright aint no room for wrong Doggyland is the motherland, make yourself at home I got money loads by the barrels I even got a few fans thats crazy like DeNiro Im international money maker, player hater Shake up for the sake of spending dollars and I always holler At a player though cos players know the real from the fake You can put that on your toast, your coast and your state I give you people what you like What I look like in jail and cant get on the mic Aint no funk, its funky, its Doggystyle Aint no funk, its funky, its Doggystyle Snoop, come bounce to this Snoop, come bounce to this Snoop, come bounce to this Killing up crews, give em the real street blues Have em sliding in their eel-skins, grooving in their tennis shoes Of course it dont stop being a Westside ridah Wit no tattoos thats how they got you I lay conversation on wax and CDs BGs and originals, here come the mission Making biters ride the Pound for the rest of the season Doggy DPG ya lil homey Look, I represent the LBC-ment Windows tint, fool thats the president I hit you with a tune every blue moon Collard on your plate so you can stuff it in your face Ooh, say your Grace before you touch your plate It taste like its laced but it aint This one puff uncut, no doubt Everybody know I gotta ounce in the house Aint no funk, its funky, its Doggystyle Aint no funk, its funky, its Doggystyle Snoop, come bounce to this Snoop, come bounce to this Snoop, come bounce to this Snoop Death row. 1-9-9-7. Snoop D-O-double G. Rage Against the Machine Rock and roll hip hop You thought Id fall off. Ill fall off into this dope-ass rock and Roll track. Yknow? Charlie Wilson. Bow down Aw yeah This is crackin yall. This how we doin it You know Biatch! Bounce to this Bounce to this Bounce to this Bounce to this When I say Bow, you say Wow Bow Bow Bow Bow Bow And you dont stop Death Row Hahahahaha How you like dem apples? DPG, Rage Against the Machine Roc N Roll Dem What difference do it make? Just bounce to this
Transmission, third World War, third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground No shelter if youre looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As the polls close like a casket On truth devoured, silent play on the shadow of power A spectacle, monopolized The cameras eyes on choice disguised Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil? Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil? Yes a spectacle, monopolized They hold the reins, stole your eyes Fistagons, thе bullets and bombs Who stuff the banks and staff the party ranks Morе for Gore or the son of a drug lord None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord! Lights out, guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out, guerrilla radio Come on Lights out, guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out, guerrilla radio , I hijacked the frequencies Blockin the beltway, move on DC Way past the days of bombin MCs Sound off, Mumia, go on, be free Who got em? Check the federal file All you pen devils know the trial was vile Army of pigs try to silence my style Off em all out the box, its my radio dial Lights out, guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out, guerrilla radio Lights out, guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out, guerrilla radio It has to start somewhere It has to start sometime What better place than here? What better time than now? All hell cant stop us now All hell cant stop us now All hell cant stop us now All hell cant stop us now All hell cant stop us now
Every official that comes in, cripples us, leaves us maimed Silent and tamed And with our flesh and bones, he builds his homes Southern fist, rise through the jungle mist Clenched to smash power so cancerous A black flag and a red star A rising sun loomin over Los Angeles Yes, for Raza livin in La La Like Gaza on to the dawn of Intifada Reach for the lessons the masked pass on And seize the metropolis, its you its built on Everything can change on a new years day Everything can change on a nеw years day Everything can change on a nеw years day And everything changed on a new years day Come on War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land Their existence is a crime Their seat, their robe, their tie Their land deeds, their hired guns Theyre the crime Shots heard underground round the rapture The worlds eye captured at last in a Mexican pasture The masked screaming land or death Within a breath, a war from the depth of time Who shot four puppet governors in a line Who shook all the world bankers who think they can rhyme Shot the landlords who knew it was mine Yes, its a war from the depth of time Everything can change on a new years day Everything can change on a new years day Everything can change on a new years day Everything can change on a new years day Come on Ugh, hear the masked scream War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death Its land or death Yeah, uh Come on Come on Yes, yes Yes Its war within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death
My fears hunt me down Capturing my memories The frontier of loss They try to escape across the street where Jesus stripped bare And raped the spirit He was supposed to nurture In the name of my In the name of my Born of a broken man, but not a broken man Born of a broken man, never a broken man Born of a broken man, but not a broken man Born of a broken man, never a broken man Like autumn leaves his sense fell from him An empty glass of himself shattered somewhere within His thoughts like a hundred moths Trapped in a lampshade Somewhere within Their wings banging and burning On through endless night Forever awake he lies shaking and starving Praying for someone to turn off the light Born of a broken man, never a broken man Born of a broken man, but not a broken man Born of a broken man, never a broken man Born of a broken man, but not a broken man My fear is hunting me down Capturing my memories The frontier of loss They try to escape across the street where Jesus stripped bare And raped the spirit He was supposed to nurture In the name of my In the name of my Born of a broken man, but not a broken man Born of a broken man, never a broken man Born of a broken man, but not a broken man Born of a broken man, never a broken man
Unintelligible Screaming Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ahhh EeeeeeeeeEE EEEEEEeeeaaaAAA AAAAAAaaa Riders on my motorcycle [Sammy O} Rib-bib-bib-bub Rib-bub-bub-bibib Rib Rib Rib Rib-ib-ib Ungh Screams Hi, Im Peter Griffin Hey Peter [Sammy O.} Screams Screams again Bu-ta-ka-ta-bu-tu-bu-ka Bu-ta-ka-ta laughter Baby Screams Hold me close Don’t let go Yeah Baby, ooooohhh Screams You didnt get it The postage I didnt have the stamps I needed you To deliver my letters And in this corner Screams Respect for the dead Bwow-bwow-bwow Bu-na-bu-na Bwow-bwow-bwow Bu-na-bu-na Bwow-bwow-bwow Bu-na-bu-na Bwow-bwow-bwow Bu-na-bu-na Bwow-bwow-bwow I just farted
The main attraction, distraction Got ya number than number than numb Empty ya pockets, son, they got you thinkin that What ya need is what they selling Make you think that buying is rebelling From the theaters to malls on every shore The thin line between entertainment and war The frontline is everywhere, there be no shelter here Spielberg, the nightmare works so push it far Amistad was a whip, the truth was featherеd and tarred Memories еrased, burned and scarred Trade in ya history for a VCR Cinema, simulated life, ill drama Fourth Reich culture, Americana Chained to the dream they got you searchin for The thin line between entertainment and war There be no shelter here There be no shelter here There be no shelter here There be no shelter here Hospitals not profit full The market bulls got pockets full To advertise some hip disguise View the world from American eyes The poor adore, keep fiendin for more The thin line between entertainment and war They fix the need, develop the taste Buy their products or get laid to waste Coca-Cola is back in the veins of Saigon And Rambo too, hes got a dope pair of Nikes on And Godzilla, pure mothafuckin filler To keep ya eyes off the real killer Cinema, simulated life, ill drama Fourth Reich culture, Americana Chained to the dream they got you searchin for Tha thin line between entertainment and war There be no shelter here There be no shelter here There be no shelter here There be no shelter here American eyes, American eyes View the world from American eyes Bury the past, rob us blind And leave nothing behind American eyes, American eyes View the world from American eyes Bury the past, rob us blind And leave nothing behind Just stare Just stare Just stare Just stare Relive the nightmare
Feel the funk blast Feel the funk blast Feel the funk blast Feel the funk blast Feel the funk blast Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I be walkin God like a dog, my narrative, fearless Word war returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris Steel from a furnace, I was born landless This is the native son, born of Zapata’s guns Through the shanties and the cities remains Same bodies buried hungry but with different last names These vultures rob everything, leave nothing but chains Pick a point on the globe, the pictures the same A bank and a church, a myth and a hearse A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth A widow pig parrot, rebel to tame A white-hooded judge, a syringe and a vein And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard What you say, what you say, what you say, what? What you say, what you say, what you say, what? I’m calm like a bomb Im calm like a bomb This aint subliminal, feel the critical mass approach horizon The pulse of the condemned, sound off Americas demise The anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, yes, I spit fire Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires Back through the shanties and the cities remains Same bodies buried hungry, but with different last names Vultures robbin everyone, leave nothing but chains Pick a point here at home, the pictures the same Field full of slaves, some corn and some debt A ditch full of bodies, check for the rent Theres the tap, the phone, the silence of stone The numb black screen that be feelin’ like home And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard What you say, what you say, what you say, what? What you say, what you say, what you say, what? What you say, what you say, what you say, what? I’m calm like a bomb Im calm like a bomb I’m calm like a bomb Im calm like a bomb Im calm like a bomb Theres a mass without roofs, a prison to fill A country’s soul that reads post no bills A strike and a line of cops outside of the mill A right to obey and a right to kill A mass without roofs, a prison to fill A countrys soul that reads post no bills A strike and a line of cops outside of the mill A right to obey and a right to kill
Come with it now Come with it now This microphone explodes, shattering the mold Either drop the hits like de la O or get the fuck off the commode With the sure shot, sure to make the bodies drop Drop and dont copy, yo, dont call this a co-op Terror rains drenchin, quenchin the thirst Of the power dons, that five-sided Fistagon That rotten sore on the face of Mother Earth gets bigger Triggers cold, empty your purse They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells Rally round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells Rally round the family with a pocket full of shells Weapons, not food, not homes, not shoes Not need, just feed the war, cannibal animal I walk the corner to the rubble, that used to be a library Line up to the mind cemetery now We dont know keeps the contracts alive and movin They dont gotta burn the books, they just remove em Arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells Rally round the family, pocket full of shells They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells Rally round the family with a pocket full of shells They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells Uh, bulls on parade, woo Transform Uh-huh Uh Come with it now Come with it now Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Gracias
Huh Yeah, were comin back in with another bombtrack Think ya know its all of that, huh Ayo, so check this out, yeah Know your enemy Come on Born with insight and a raised fist A witness to the slit wrist As we move into 92 Still in a room without a view Ya got to know, ya got to know That when I say go, go, go Amp up and amplify, defy Im a brother with a furious mind Action must be taken We dont need the key, well break in Something must be done About vengeance, a badge and a gun Cause Ill rip the mic, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage against em Fist in ya face in the place and Ill drop the style clearly Know your enemy Know your enemy Yeah Ayo, get with this, ugh Word is born Fight the war, fuck the norm Now I got no patience So sick of complacence With the D, the E, the F, the I, the A, the N, the C, the E Mind of a revolutionary, so clear the lane The finger to the land of the chains What? The land of the free? Whoever told you that is your enemy Now something must be done About vengeance, a badge, and a gun Cause Ill rip the mic, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage against em Now action must be taken We dont need the key, well break in Ive got no patience now So sick of complacence now Ive got no patience now So sick of complacence now Sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of you Time has come to pay Know your enemy Come on Yes, I know my enemies Theyre the teachers who taught me to fight me Compromise, conformity Assimilation, submission Ignorance, hypocrisy Brutality, the elite All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams
Rebel, rebel and yell Cause our people still dwell in hell Locked in a cell, yes, the structures a cell Mad is the story I tell How long can we wait? Come on, seein whats at stake Action for reaction If your minds in a somewhat complacent state, get a check up This is a stick up Our freedom, or your life Lord, I wish I could be peaceful But there can be no sequel Now freedom must be fundamental In Johannesburg, or South Central On the mic cause someone should tell em To kick in the township rebellion Yeah, what about that, sucka? Yeah, so you thought you could get with the hardlines That fill your mind Thoughts, battles fought, and lessons taught Yes, Ill display the fitness, and flip like a gymnast Raise my fist and resist! Asleep though we stand in the midst of the war Gotta get mine, gotta get more Keepin the mic warm against the norm Cause what does it offer me? I think often its nothin but a coffin Gotta get wreck til our necks never swing on a rope From here to the cape of no hope Now freedom must be fundamental In Johannesburg, or South Central On the mic cause someone should tell em To kick in the township rebellion Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Whats it gonna take? Shackle their minds when theyre bent on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost Shackle their minds when theyre left on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost Shackled our minds when were bent on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost Shackled our minds when were left on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost Lost Lost Shackle your minds and youre left on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost Just shackle your minds when youre bent on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost Lost Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm
Uh Pump, pump, woo! Come on Uh Solo, Im a soloist on a solo list All live, never on a floppy disk Inka, inka, bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion drawn up by the thoughts I think Yeah Come on The militant poet in once again, check it Its set up like a deck of cards Theyre sendin us to early graves for all the diamonds Theyll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades With poetry, I paint the pictures that hit More like the murals that fit Dont turn away, get in front of it Brotha, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose it on the wall playin Tic-Tac-Toe? Yo, check the diagonal, three brothers gone, come on Doesnt that make it three in a row? Come on Uh Drop that Uh Come on Yeah Uh Brotha, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose it on the wall playin Tic-Tac-Toe? Yo, check the diagonal, three million gone, come on Cause you know theyre counting backwards to zero Environment, the environment exceeding On the level of our unconsciousness For example, what does the billboard say? Come and play, come and play Forget about the movement Yeah Uh Aw, bring that shit in Uh Hey Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah right Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah, right Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah, right
Uhh Ayy, yo, its just another bombtrack, uh Ayy, yo, its just another bombtrack, yeah It goes a one, two, three Yeah, and its just another bombtrack And suckers be thinkin that they can fake this But Ima drop it at a higher level Cause Im inclined to stoop down, hand out some beatdowns Could run a train on punk fools that think they run the game But I learned to burn that bridge and delete Those who compete at a level thats obsolete Instead, I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag To recall the downfall and the businessеs that burnt us all See through the news and the viеws that twist reality Enough, I call the bluff, fuck Manifest Destiny Landlords and power whores, on my people, they took turns Dispute the suits, I ignite and then watch em burn With the thoughts from a militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores, on my people, they took turns Dispute the suits, I ignite and then watch em burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn It goes a one, two, three, another funky, radical bombtrack Started as a sketch in my notebook And now dope hooks make punks take another look My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere With the thoughts from a militant, militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores, on my people, they took turns Dispute the suits, I ignite and then watch em burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Hey, yo, its just another bombtrack Check it out Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, youre gonna burn Burn
Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Open up your hate and let it flow into me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness You mother, get up, come on, get down with the sickness You f, get up, come on, get down with the sickness Madness is the gift that has been given to me Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Broken, your servant, I kneel It seems whats left of my human side Is slowly changing in me Looking at my own reflection When suddenly it changes, violently it changes Oh no, there is no turning back now Youve woken up the demon in me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Open up your hate and let it flow into me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness You mother, get up, come on, get down with the sickness You f, get up, come on, get down with the sickness Madness is the gift that has been given to me Hey now, youre an all star Get your game on, go play Hey now, youre a rock star Get the show on, get paid And all that glitters is gold Only shooting stars break the mold Oh, wah-ah-ah-ah! Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Get up, come on, get down with the sickness Open up your hate and let it flow into me Get up, come on, get down with the sickness You mother, get up, come on, get down with the sickness You f, get up, come on, get down with the sickness Madness is the gift that has been given to me Oh, wah-ah-ah-ah! Oh, wah-ah-ah-ah! Oh, wah-ah-ah-ah!
Killing in the name of Kill, killing in the name of You will not be able to stay home, brother You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip out for beer during commercials, because The revolution will not be televised The revolution will be live Uh! And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya Come on! Tryna rain, tryna rain on the thunder Tell the storm Im new Ima walk, Ima march on the regular Painting white flags blue Lord, forgive me, Ive been running Running blind in truth Ima rain, Ima rain on this bitter love Tell the sweet Im new Freedom Breathe in Freedom Breathe in Hold on to me Dont let me go Who cares what they see? Who cares what they know? Your first name is Free Last name is Dom Cause you still believe In where we’re from Freedom! Freedom! I cant move Freedom, cut me loose! Yeah Freedom! Freedom! Where are you? Cause I need freedom, too! I break chains all by myself Wont let my freedom rot in hell Hey! Ima keep running Cause a winner dont quit on themselves Uh! Killing in the name of Kill, killing in the name of Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses! Freedom Breathe in Freedom Breathe in Hold on to me Dont let me go The cheetahs need to eat Run, antelope Your first name is King Last name is Dom Cause you still believe In everyone Freedom! Freedom! I cant move Freedom, cut me loose! Yeah Freedom! Freedom! Where are you? Cause I need freedom, too! I break chains all by myself Wont let my freedom rot in hell Hey! Ima keep running Cause a winner dont quit on themselves Come on! Yeah! Hey! Ima keep running Cause a winner dont quit on themselves Uh! Atoms in the air Organisms in the sea The sun and yes, man Are made of the same things Freedom! Come on! Freedom! Come on! Freedom! Come on! Freedom Freedom Freedom

Dataset Card for "huggingartists/rage-against-the-machine"

🤖 HuggingArtists Model 🤖

Rage Against the Machine

@rage-against-the-machine

Dataset Summary

The Lyrics dataset parsed from Genius. This dataset is designed to generate lyrics with HuggingArtists. Model is available here.

Supported Tasks and Leaderboards

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Languages

How to use

How to load this dataset directly with the datasets library:

from datasets import load_dataset

dataset = load_dataset("huggingartists/rage-against-the-machine")

Dataset Structure

An example of 'train' looks as follows.

This example was too long and was cropped:

{
    "text": "Look, I was gonna go easy on you\nNot to hurt your feelings\nBut I'm only going to get this one chance\nSomething's wrong, I can feel it..."
}

Data Fields

The data fields are the same among all splits.

text: a string feature.

Data Splits

train	validation	test
100	-	-

'Train' can be easily divided into 'train' & 'validation' & 'test' with few lines of code:

from datasets import load_dataset, Dataset, DatasetDict
import numpy as np

datasets = load_dataset("huggingartists/rage-against-the-machine")

train_percentage = 0.9
validation_percentage = 0.07
test_percentage = 0.03

train, validation, test = np.split(datasets['train']['text'], [int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*train_percentage), int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*(train_percentage + validation_percentage))])

datasets = DatasetDict(
    {
        'train': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(train)}),
        'validation': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(validation)}),
        'test': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(test)})
    }
)

Dataset Creation

Curation Rationale

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Source Data

Initial Data Collection and Normalization

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@InProceedings{huggingartists,
    author={Aleksey Korshuk}
    year=2021
}

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