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Ughh! Hey yo, it's just another
bombtrack...ughh! Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...yeah! It goes a-1, 2, 3... Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack And suckas be thinkin' that they can fade this But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level 'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down Hand out some beat-downs Cold runna train on punk ho's that Think they run the game But I learned to burn that bridge and delete Those who compete.. at a level that's 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-1, 2, 3 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! |
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| 2. |
| 5:13 |
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Killing in the name of
Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Killing in the name of Killing in the name of And now you do what they told ya But now you do what they told ya Well 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 And now you do what they told ya But now you do what they told ya Well 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 they're the chosen whites You justify those that died by wearing the badge they're the chosen whites Those who died are justified for wearing the badge they're the chosen whites You justify those that died by wearing the badge they're the chosen whites Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses 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 now you're under control And now you do what they told ya now you're under control And now you do what they told ya now you're under control And now you do what they told ya now you're under control And now you do what they told ya now you're under control And now you do what they told ya now you're under control And now you do what they told ya now you're under control And now you do what they told ya Those who died are justified for wearing the badge they're the chosen whites You justify those that died by wearing the badge they're the chosen whites Those who died are justified for wearing the badge they're the chosen whites You justify those that died by wearing the badge they're the chosen whites Come on Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Mother fucker |
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| 3. |
| 5:36 |
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Bring that shit in
Uggh Yeah the movement's in motion with mass militant poetry Now check this out uggh 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 Here's the plan Motherfuck Uncle Sam Step back I know who I am Raise up your ear I'll drop the style and clear It's 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 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 We've got to take it back Cause holes in our spirit causin tears and fears One sided stories for years and years and years I'm inferior Who's inferior Yea 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 Hey yo check we're gonna have to break it break it break it down Awww shit Uggh like this uggh Come on yeah Bring it back the other way The teacher stands in front of the class But the lesson plan he can't recall The student's eyes don't perceive the lies Bouning 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 ain't my rope to swing on Can't learn a thing from it Yet we 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 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 Uggh Yeah Take it back yall take it back yall take it back yall come on Take it back a take it back Take it back a take it back come on Uggh Yeah |
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| 4. |
| 4:47 |
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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 it's one that I can recognise Having never seen the colour of my father's eyes Yes I dwell in hell but it's a hell that I can grip tried to grip my family But I slipped To escape from the pain in an existence mundane I gotta 9 a sign a set and now I gotta name Read my writing on the wall No one's here to catch me when I fall Death is on my side suicide jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home Hatred passed on passed on and passed on A world of violent rage But it's one that I can recognise Having never seen the colour of my father's eyes Yes I dwell in hell but it's 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 gotta 9 a sign a set and now I gotta name Read my writing on the wall No one's here to catch me when I fall Caught between my culture and the system genocide Read my writing on the wall No one's here to catch me when I fall If ignorance is bliss then knock the smile off my face If we don't take action now We settle for nothing later Settle for nothing now settle for nothing later we don't take action now We settle for nothing later We'll settle for nothing now And we'll settle for nothing later If we don't take action now We'll settle for nothing later We settle for nothing now And we'll settle for nothing later If we don't take action now We settle for nothing later We'll settle for nothing now And we'll settle for nothing later |
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| 5. |
| 5:07 |
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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 That's 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 mesmerised Cellular phones soundin' a death tone Corporations cold Turn ya to stone before ya realise They load the clip in omnicolour Said they pack the 9 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 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 9 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 they're tellin' ya Buyin' all the products that they're 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 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 |
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| 6. |
| 4:55 |
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Yeah we're comin' back
then with another bombtrack Think ya know what it's all about Hey yo so check this out Know your enemy Come on Born with insight and a raised fist A witness to the slit wrist that's 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 I'm a brother with a furious mind Action must be taken We don't need the key We'll break in Something must be done About vengeance a badge and a gun 'Cause I'll rip the mike rip the stage rip the system I was born to rage against 'em Fist in ya face in the place And I'll drop the style clearly Know your enemy Know your enemy Hey yo and dick with this 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 I'll rip the mike rip the stage rip the system I was born to rage against 'em Now action must be taken We don't need the key We'll break in I've got no patience now So sick of complacence now I've 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 They're 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 |
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| 7. |
| 6:04 |
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Come on
Uggh Come on although ya try to discredit Ya still never read it The needle I'll thread it Radically poetic Standin' with the fury that they had in '66 And like E Double I'm mad Still knee deep in the system's shit Hoover he was a body remover I'll give ya a dose But it can 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 keepin' 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 back in this Wit' poetry my mind I flex Flip like Wilson vocals never lackin' dat finesse Whadda I got to whadda I got to do to wake ya up To shake ya up to break the structure up 'Cause blood still flows in the gutter I'm like takin' 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 Yea the several federal men Who pulled schemes on the dream And put it to an end Ya 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 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 |
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| 8. |
| 5:31 |
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Check it uggh
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 da 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 Wit'a fistful of steel Yeah and mad boy grips the microphone Wit'a fistful of steel Wit'a fistful of steel Cause I know the power of the question Wit'a fistful of steel Wit'a fistful of steel cause I know the power of the question It's 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 I'm 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 this game called survival The status the elite the enemy the rival The silent sheep slippin riffin trippin Give ya a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin Steppin into the jam and I'm slammin like Shaquille Mad boy grips the microphone Wit'a fistful of steel Yeah and mad boy grips the microphone Wit'a fistful of steel Wit'a fistful of steel Cause I know the power of the question Wit'a fistful of steel Wit'a fistful of steel Cause I know power of the question Ahh shit And I won't stop cause I know the power of the question And if the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button But if ya 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 along on the wheel A mind full of fire And a fistful of steel And if the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button But if ya bowin down Then let me do the cuttin Yeah Wit a fistful of steel Come on Uggh Wit'a fistful of steel Uggh |
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| 9. |
| 5:24 |
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Rebel rebel and yell
Cause our people still dwell in hell Locked in a cell Yes the structure's a cell Mad is the story I tell How long can we wait Come on seein what's at stake Action for reaction If your mind's in a some what 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 Yeah what about that sucker Yeah so you thoughtyou could get with the hardlines That fill your mind Thoughts battles fought And lessons taught Yes I'll 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 Keep in the mic warm against the norm Cause what does it offer me I think often it's nothin but a coffin Gotta get wreck Till 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 What's it gonna take Shackle their minds when they're bent on the cross When ignorance reigns life is lost Shackle their minds when they're left on the cross When ignorance reigns life is lost Shackled our minds when we're bent on the cross When ignorance reigns life is lost Shackled our minds when we're left on the cross When ignorance reigns life is lost lost lost Shackle your minds and you're left on the cross When ignorance reigns life is lost Just shackle your minds when you're 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 |
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Solo I'm a soloist on a solo list
Al live never on a floppy disk Inka inka bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion Drawn up by the thoughts I think Come on It's set up like a deck of cards They're sending us to early graves For all the diamonds They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades With poetry I paint the pictures that hit More like the murals that fit Don't 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 Doesn't that make it three in a row Anger is a gift 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 they're counting backwards to zero Environment The environment exceeding on the level Of our unconciousness For example What does the billboard say Come and play come and play Forget about the movement Anger is a gift Yeah Ugh Bring that shit |
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| 2:30 |
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Yeah people come up
Check it, since 1516 minds attacked and overseen Now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream Wit 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 ta get? Tha gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like Tet Tha fifth sun sets get back reclaim Tha spirit of Cuahtemoc alive an untamed Now face tha funk now blastin' out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica That vulture came ta try and steal ya name But now you got a gun, yeah this is for the people of the sun It's comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around again! Uh! It's comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around again! Uh! neva forget that tha wip snapped ya back Ya spine cracked for tobacco, 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 tha deck, come sista resist From tha era of terror check this photo lens, Now tha city of angels does the ethnic cleanse heads bobbin' to tha funk out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica That vulture came to try and steal ya name But now you found a gun, you're history, For the people of the sun It's comin' back around again! For the people of the sun Its comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around again! It's comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! Its comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around! Of the sun |
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| 3:50 |
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Come with it now Come with it now The Micraphone Explodes Shattering the Molds Ya either drop the hits like de la o Or get the f*** off the commode with the sure shot sure to make the bodies drop drop an don't copy yo dont call this A co-opt terror rains drenchin qeuchin the thirst of the power dons that five sided fist-a-gon tha rotten sore on the face of mother earth the triggers could empty ya purse They rally round tha family with a pocket full a shells They rally round the familywith a pocket full a shells They rally round the family with a pocket full a shells They rally round the family with a pocket full a shells Weapons not food,not homes,not shoes Not need to feed the war,canniball animal I walk tha corner to the rubble that used to be a library Line up to tha mind cemetary,what we dont know Keeps tha contracts live and movin They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove em While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells Rally round tha family,pocket full a shells Rally round the family with a pocket full a shells Rally round the family with a pocket full a shells Rally round the family with a pocket full a shells Rally round tha family with a pocket full a shells Bulls on parade Come with it now Come with it now Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade bulls on parade |
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Turn on tha 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 tha radio nah fuck it turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio Nah fuck it your saviour's my guillotine crosses and kerosene Merge on tha networks slangin nerve gas Up jump tha boogie then bang let em hang While tha paraniod try ta stuff tha void Let's capture this AM mayhem Undressed and blessed by tha Lord Tha power pendulum swings by tha umbilical cord Shock around tha clock from noon til noon Men grabbin they mics and stuff em into tha womb Terror's tha product ya push Well I'm a truth addict oh shit I gotta headrush Sheep tremble an here come tha votes Thrown from tha throat new cages an scapegoats Undressed and blessed by tha Lord Tha same devil that ran around Managua wit a sword Check out tha new style that Ollie foundI tune in wit a bullet ta shut down tha devil sound Shut down tha devil sound Tha program of Vietnow Shut down tha 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 saviour's my guillotine crosses and kerosene Flex tha cerebellum fire uh Somebody gotta shell em These evil angels lists hittin tha AM playlist Paid ta say this That one inhuman illega single woman Tha one wit out a room The transmissions wippi our backs Yeah comin down like bats from Stacy Coon Terror's tha product ya push Well I'm a truth addict I gotta headrush Tha sheep tremble an here come tha vote Thrown from tha throat new cages and scapegoats One caution tha mics a detonator unwound Ta shut down tha devil sound Shut down tha devil sound Check tha heads bow in vietnow Shut down tha devil sound soundIs all tha world jails and churches Is all tha world jails and churches Is all tha world jails and churches Is all tha world jails and churches Is all tha world jails and churches Radio nah fuck it turn it off Fear is your only god on tha radio Nah fuck it turn it off Turn it off turn on tha radio nah fuck it turn it off Fear is your only god on tha radio Nah fuck it your saviour's my guillotine crosses and kerosene Fear is your fear is your fear is your only god Fear is your fear is your fear is your only god Fear is your fear is your fear is your only god Fear is your fear is your fear is your only god |
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His spit is worth more than her work
Pass the purse to the pugilists He's a prizefighter And he bought rings and he owns kin And now he's swingin' And now he's the champion Hey revolver don't mothers make good fathers Revolver! Hey revolver don't mothers make good fathers Revolver A spotless domain Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more Pictures of fields without fences A spotless domain Hides festering hopes she's certain there's 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 don't mothers make good fathers Revolver! Hey revolver don't mothers make good fathers Revolver! Hey revolver don't mothers make good fathers Revolver! Hey revolver don't mothers make good fathers Revolver! Yeah! Hey revolver don't mothers make good fathers Revolver! Hey revolver don't mothers make good fathers Revolver! |
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Satellites and pair of
mirrors and and a man with out 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 Oh greed oh yes Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Your friendship is a fog That disappears when the wind redirects Father's expectations soul soaked in spit and urine And you gotta make it where To a sanctuary that's 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 don't just think just wake and serve Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Your friendship is a fog That disappears when the wind redirects 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 |
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| 2:58 |
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Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me
tire me I can see you in front of me front of me Ya tryin' ta tire me tire me Why don't you get from in front of me Oh she's got everyone's eyes Yeah In every home there's a sickening distress Yeah Of roll that film she's a precious a precious one But we're all gonna nah we're already dead We're already dead And those colorful words for tha Laos frontiers man Who passed away with the truth Amidst the eulogies of bliss Who will know now what I know about you Now that history's a flowery cancerous mess Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me Overbearing yes ya tryin' ta tire me Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me tire me So get the fuck from in front of me bloody and undressed We're already dead 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 please don't die Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me tire me I can see you in front of me front of me Ya tryin' ta tire me tire me Why don't you get from in front of me Ruh We're already dead We're already dead We're already dead |
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| 5:20 |
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Yeah I'm rollin down Rodeo
wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin down Rodeo wit a shotgun Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight can't fight alone Funk tha track my verbs fly like tha family stone Tha pen devils set that stage for tha war at home Locked wit out a wage ya standin in tha drop zone The clockers born starin at an empty plate Momma's torn hands cover her sunken face We hungry but them belly full The structure is set ya neva change it with a ballot pull In tha ruins there's a network for tha toxic rock School yard ta precinct suburb ta project block Bosses broke south for new flesh and a factory floor The remains left chained to the powder war Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse So make a move and plead the fifth cause ya can't plead the first Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse So now I'm rollin down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one Yes I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin down Rodeo wit a shotgun Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas get romantic They ain't 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 bullet's what I get A thousand years they had tha tools We should be takin em Fuck tha G ride I want the machines that are makin em Our target straight wit a room full of armed pawn to Off tha kings out tha west side at dawn Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse Make a move and plead the fifth cause ya can't plead the first Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse So now I'm rollin down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one Yeah I'm rollin down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one Yeah I'm rollin down Rodeo wit a shotgun The rungs torn from the ladder can't reach the tumour One god one market one truth one consumer Just a quiet peaceful dance Just a quiet peaceful dance Just a quiet peaceful dance Just a quiet peaceful dance Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we'll never have Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we don't have |
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| 3:37 |
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Uh! Got no card so I got not soul
Life is prison, no parole, no control Tha 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 I'm sendin' paper south under tha barbed wire Tha mother of my child will lose her mind at my grave It's my life for their life so call it a free trade Por vida and our name up on tha stall I took a death trip when I tried ta cross tha white wall Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face One motive no hope ah, born without a face Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face One motive no hope ah, yeah, born without a face Without a face Yeah, I tried ta look back ta my past long lost A blood donor ta tha land owner holocaust Pops heart stopped, in came tha air drop Flooded tha trench he couldn't shake tha toxic shock Maize was all we needed ta sustain Now her golden skin burns, insecticide rain Ya down wit DDT yeah you know me Raped for tha grapes, profit for tha bourgeois War tape boomin' path is Luminoso I'm headed north like my name was kid Cisco To survive one motive no hope, ah It's hard ta breathe wit Wilson's head around my throat Strangled and mangled another SS curtain call When I tried ta cross tha white wall When I tried ta cross tha white walls Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face One motive no hope ah, born without a face Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face One motive no hope ah, born without a face You say fortify, reaction, you divide And you say fortify, reaction, reaction And you say fortify, reaction, reaction You say fortify, reaction, you divide |
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Flip this capital eclipse
Tha vocal tone has got 'em sweatin' their own apocalypse Yes, rebel of tha grains stand masterless Tha masked ones cap one NAFTA comin' with tha new disaster And yes we in wit tha wind an tha plan de Ayala kin Are comin' back around again Tha 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, causin' fear come on Wit the wind below We in wit the wind below Wit the wind below Flip this capital eclipse Them bury life wit IMF shifts, and poison lips Yo they talk it while slicin' our veins yo so mark it From the FINCAS overseers to them vultures playin' markets She ain't got nothin' but weapon and shawl She is Chol, Tzotzil, Tojolobal, Tzeltal The tools are her tools, Ejidos and ovaries She once suffocated, 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 ta annex the truth While the new trust is gonna flex and cast their image in you Yeah all the shareholders gonna flex and try ta annex the truth And while the new trust tries ta 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 ABC's 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 wit the wind below |
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Lick off the shot my stories shock ya like Ellison
Main line adrenaline Gaza to Tienanmen From the basement I'm dwellin' in I cock back tha sling to stone a settler And 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 And the master's drums echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo Roll right! Roll call! But now we're alright, we're all calm! Roll right! Roll call! And now we're alright, we're all calm! This hits like fists bomb with the left and don't 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 And the master's drums echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo Roll right! Roll call! But now we're alright, we're all calm! Roll right! Roll call! We gotta take 'em to tha seventh level We gotta take 'em to tha seventh level For their lives and my lives were never settled Come on, don't freeze when zero hour comes Come on, come on, don't freeze when zero hour comes Come on Send 'em to tha seventh level! For their lives and my lives were never settled |
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The sistas are in so check the front line
It seems I spent the '80s in a Haiti state of mind Cast me into classes for electro shock Straight incarcerated, the curriculum a cell block I'm swimming in half thrusts and it makes me wanna spit Instructor come separate the healthy form the sick Ya weigh me on a scale I'm smellin' burnt skin It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from within 'Cause I'm cell locked in the doctrines of the right Enslaved by dogma, ya talk about my birthrights Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hells gates So I grip the Conan like fanon and pass the shells to my classmates 'Cause the bosses right to live is mine to die So I'm goin' out heavy sorta like Mount Tai Wit the five centuries of penitentiary so let The guilty hang in the year of the boomerang I got no prosperity but yo I'm a piece of it So let the guilty hang in the year of the boomerang And now it's upon you |
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