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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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| 2. |
| 5:30 |
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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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| 3. |
| 4:20 |
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My fears haunt 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 nights 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 fears haunt 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 |
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| 4. |
| 5:04 |
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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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| 5. |
| 4:50 |
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I be walkin god like a dog
My narrative fearless Word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh Like steel from a furnace I was born landless Yes its tha native son Born of Zapatas guns Stroll through the shanties And tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry But with different last names The vultures robbin everything Leave nothing but chains Pick a point on the globe Yes tha pictures tha 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 whitehooded judge A syringe and a vein And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? Calm like a bomb This aint subliminal Feel the critical mass approach horizon Tha pulse of the condemned Sound off Americas demise Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Yes I spit fire Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry, uh-huh With different last names, uh-huh The vultures robbin everyone Leave nothing but chains Pick a point here at home Yes the pictures tha same Theres a field full of slaves Some corn and some debt Theres a ditch full of bodies Tha check for the rent Theres a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone The numb black screen That be feelin like home And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? Calm like a bomb Theres a mass without roofs A prison to fill Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill Theres a right to obey And a right to kill Theres a mass without roofs A prison to fill Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill Theres a right to obey And a right to kill |
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| 6. |
| 3:23 |
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The movie ran through me
The Glamour subdue me The tabloid untie 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 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 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 Mass graves for the pump and the price is set and the price is set Mass graves for the pump and the price is set and the price is set Mass graves for the pump and the price is set and the price is set Mass graves for the pump and the price is set and 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 Now Testify Its right outside your door Testify now Testify Its right outside your door |
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| 7. |
| 4:06 |
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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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| 8. |
| 3:32 |
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Southern fist
Rise through tha jungle mist Clenched to smash power so cancerous Black flag and a red star A rising sun loomin over Los Angeles Yes for Raza livin in La La Like Gaza on to tha dawn Intifada Reach for the lessons tha masked pass on Seize tha metropolis Its you its built on Everything can change on new years day As everything changes on new years day Everything can change on a new years day As everything changes on new years day War within a breath Its land or death Shots heard underground round the rapture Worlds eye captured At last is a Mexican pasture Tha masked screaming land or death Within a breath A war from the depth of time Shot four puppet governors in a line Shook all tha 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 new years day As everything changes on new years day Everything can change on a new years day As everything changes on new years day War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death |
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| 9. |
| 4:47 |
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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 wasn't 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 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 niggaz What a way to go out, out like a sucker But I'm on track, like a Long Island train that can head up your mission, suckers who be dissing 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 it's me Because I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin Because I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin Because I'm housin Because I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm 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 Don't 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 you're livin foul MC's, you know who you are On the bandwagon Why Z? Cuz you a star This is the year when the joker's are wild When a fag can't 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 everything's calm Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Because I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin Because I'm housin C'mon Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Because I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Because I'm housin Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin) Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin) Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin) Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin) 'Cause I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin |
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| 10. |
| 4:11 |
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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 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 Nina 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 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 made you ill The Nina 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 Sleep now in the fire |
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| 11. |
| 2:28 |
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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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| 12. |
| 3:54 |
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Transmission
third world war third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground no shelter if you're looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As tha polls close like a casket On truth devoured A silent play on the shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The camera's eye on choice disguised Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil A spectacle monopolized They hold the reins and stole your eyes The fistagons 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 highjacked the frequencies Blockin the beltway Move on DC |
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| 13. |
| 3:21 |
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I'm gonna kick 'em out Well I feel pretty good And I guess
that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy now, baby I know how you want it, child, Hot, sweet, and tight The girls can't stand it When you're doing it right When they're up on the stand And then they kick out the jams, yes Kick out the jams, I like to kick 'em out Yes I'm startin' to sweat You know my shirt's all wet What a feelin' And the sound that abounds and Resounds and rebounds off the ceiling You gotta have it, baby You can't do without When you get the feelin' You've got the sounds above Put that mic in my hand And let me kick out the jams Yes, kick out the jams, got to kick 'em out So you got to get it up And then can't get enough That's what .... 'Cause it gets in your brain It drives you insane, makes you crazy The ...... the faster you funk If you wanna feed my rocket Till the morning comes Let me be who I am And let me kick out the jams Yes kick out the jams I done kick 'em out |
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| 14. |
| 5:18 |
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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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| 15. |
| 3:59 |
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The main attraction - distraction got ya number than nnumber than numb
Empty ya pockets son; they got you thinkin that What ya need is what they sellin Make you think that buyin is rebellin From the theaters to malls on every shore Tha thin line between entertainment and war The frontline is everywhere, there be no shelter here Speilberg the nightmare works so push it far Amistad was a whip, the truth was feathered and tarred Memory 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 ya searchin for Tha thin line between entertainment and war There be no shelter here Tha frontline is everywhere There be no shelter here Tha frontline is everywhere Hospitals not profit full Yet market bulls got pockets full To advertise some hip disguise View tha world from American eyes Tha poor adore keep fiendin for more Tha 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, he got a dope pair of Nikes on And Godzilla pure muthafuckin filler To keep ya eyes off the real killer Cinema, simulated life, ill drama Fourth Reich culture - Americana Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for Tha thin line between entertainment and war There be no shelter here Tha frontline is everywhere There be no shelter here Tha frontline is everywhere American eyes, American eyes View the world from American eyes Bury the past, rob us blind And leave nothin behind |
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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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