1- People of the Sun
2- Bulls on Parade
3- Vietnow
4- Revolver
5- Snakecharmer
6- Tire me
7- Down Rodeo
8- Without a Face
9- Wind Below
10- Row Right
11- Year of the Boomerang
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People of the Sun
Since 1516 mind attacked and overseen
Now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream
They're borders and boots on top of us, pulling
Knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis
So how you gonna get what you need ta get ?
The gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like Tet
When the fifth sun sets get back reclaim
The spirit of Cuahtemoc alive an untamed
Face the funk now blasting out you
Speaker, on the one Maya, Mexico
That vulture came to try and steal your name but
Now you found a gun
This is for the people of the sun
It's coming back around again
This is for the people of the sun
Never forget that, that wip snapped you back
Ya spine cracked for tabacco, oh I'm the Marlboro Man
Our past blasting on through that versers
Bridgades of taxi cabs rolling broadway like Hearses
Troops stripping zoots, shots of red mist
Sailors blood on the deck, come sista resist
That new era of check this pronto lens
The city of angels does that ethnic cleanse
Heads bobbing to that funk out you
Speaker, on that one Maya, Mexico
That vulture came to try and steal your name but
Now you found a gun, you're history
This is for the people of the sun
It's coming back around again
This is for the people of the sun
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Bulls on Parade
This microphone explodes, shattering the molds
Ya either drop that hits like de la o
Or get that off the commode
Wit that sure shot
Sure ta make the bodies drop
Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-opt
Rains drenching, quenching the thirst of
The power dons, that 5 sided fist-a-gon
The rotten sore on the face of mother Earth gets bigger
The triggers cold empty ya purse
They rally 'round the family with a pocket full of shells
Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed that war, cannibal animal
I walk the corner to the rubble that used to be a library
Line up to the mind cemetary
What we don't know keeps the contracts alive an moving
They don't 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 around the family with a pocket full of shells
Bulls on parade
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Vietnow
Turn off that radio, nah it
Turn it off, fear is your only god -|2x
On that radio, nah it --------------|
Your savior's my guillotine
Crosses and kerosine
Merge on the networks, slaging nerve gas
Up jump the boogie then bang, let 'em hang
While the paranoid try to stuff the void
Let's capture this am mayhem
Undressed, and blessed by the Lord
That power pedulum swings by the umbillical cord
Shock around the clock, from noon till noon
Men grabbing they mics, and stuff 'em into tha womb
The product you push
Well I'm a truth addict, oh shit I gotta head rush
The sheep tremble an here come the votes
Thrown from the throat, new cages an scapegoats
Undressed and blesses by the Lord
The same devil that run around Managua wit a sword
Check the new style that Ollie found
I tune in wit a bullet ta shut down
The devil sound
The program of Vietnow
Flex the cerebellum, fire
Somebody gotta shell 'em
Those evil angels lists, hittin' the am
Playlost, paid ta say this
That one inhuman, illegal, signle woman the one
Without a room
The transmission wippin' our backs
Comin' down like bats from Stacey Coon, the product you push
Well, I'm a truth addict, oh shit I got a head rush
The sheep tremble an here come the votes
Throw from the throat, new cages and scapegoats
One caution, the mic's a detonate unwound
To shutdown the devil sound
Check tha heads bow in Vietnow
Is all the world jails and churches ?
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Revolver
His spit is worth more than her work
Pass the purse to the pugilist
He's a prizefighter
He brought rings and he owns kin
And now he's swinging
And now he's the champion
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
Her body numbs as he aproaches the door
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers ?
Revolver
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Snakecharmer
Satelites and mirrors and a man without a home
A horse and a rider and a clever cunning killer
Silent in error and vocal in spotlight
Lying always sucking on a bottle of that sweet
Indulgent fluid
Oh greed, oh yes
Your friendship is a fog
And the wind redirects
You, yes you
A father's expectations, soul soaked in spit and urine
And you gotta make it wher
To a sanctuary that's only a fragile American hell
An empty dream, a selfish, horrific vision
Passed on like the deadliest of viruses
Crushing you
So have no illusion boy
Vomit up all ideals and serve
Sleep and wake, and serve
Don't think just wake and serve
Your friendship is a fog
That disapears when the wind redirects you
Interested in you (6x)
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Tire me
Yeah, ya trying ta tire me, tire me
I can see you in front of me, front of me
Ya trying ta tire me, tire me
Why don't you get from in front of me
She's got everyone's eyes
In every home there's a sickening distress
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 frontierman
Who passed away with the truth
Amidst tha eulogues of bliss
Who will know now what I know about you
Now that history's a flowery cancerous mess, a mess
Nah let's see it broken, bloody, and undresses
We're already dead
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
We're already dead
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Down Rodeo
Bagin 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 standing in tha drop zone
The clockers born staring at an empty plate
Momma's torn hands cover her sunken face
We hungry but them bully full
The structure is set, ya neva change it with aballot pull
In tha ruins there's a network for tha toxic rock
Chool yard ta precint, suburb ta project book
Bosses broke south for new flesh and a factory floor
The remains left chained to the poweder war
Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
So now I'm rolling down rodeo wit a
Shot gun, these people ain't seen a
Brown skin man since their grandparents brought one
Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas get romantic
They gonna send us camping like they did my man Fred Hampton
Still we lamping, still clocking dirt for our sweat
A ballots dead, so bullets what I get
A thousand years you had tha tools, we should be taking 'em
Tha G-ride I want the machines that are making 'em
Our target straight wit a room full of armed pawn to
Off the kings out that west side at dawn
He rungs torn from the ladder, can't reach the tumor
One god, one market, one truth, one consumer
Just a quiet peaceful dance or things we will never have
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Without a Face
Got no card so I got no soul
Life is prison, no parole, no control
Tha jura got my number on a wire tap
'Cause I Jack for similac, a Cadillac
Survive one motive no hope
'Cause every sidewalk I walk is like a tightrope
Yes, I know my deadline sire, it's when my life expires
So I'm sending paper south under tha barbed wire
Tha mother of my child will lose her mind at my grave
I's my life for their life, so call it a free trade
For 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
I tried to look back ta my past long lost
A blood donor to the land owner holocaust
Pops heart stopped, in came the air drop, flooded
The trench he couldn's shake tha toxic shock
Maize we all we neede to sustain, no her
Golden skin burns, insecticide rain
Ya down wit ddt, yeah you know me
Rapped for tha grapes, profit for tha bourgois
War tape boomin' path is luminoso, I'm headed
North like my name was Kid Cisco
To survive one motive no hope
It's hard ta breathe wit Wilson's hand around my throat
Strangeled and mangled another SS curtain call
When I tried ta cross tha white wall
Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face
You say fortify, reaction, you divine
You say fortify, reaction, reaction
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Wind Below
Flip this capital eclipse
Tha vocal tone has got 'em sweating they own apocalypse
Yes, tha rebels of tha grains stand masterless
Tha masked ones cap one nafta comming with tha new disaster
And yes wit tha wind an tha plan de Ayala king
Are commin' back around again
Tha slave driver saliva, one night power turns
Them devils mouths dry, Mexico burns
Here they come, one by one, killers of the new frontier
To occupy, we lost in fear
We are the wind below
We in wit the wind below
Flip this capital eclipse
Them bury life wit imf shifts, and poison lips
Yo they talk it, while silicing our veins so mark it
From tha fincas, overseers, to them vultures paying markets
He ain't got nothing but weapon and shawl
She is Chol, Tzotzil, Tojolobal, Tzeltal
He tools are her tools, Ejidos and Ovaries
She once suffocated, now through a barrel she breathes
She is the wind below
We in wit the wind below
She is the wind below
All the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the truth
While the new trust gonna flex, and cast their image on you
G.E is gonna flex and annex the truth
NBC is gonna flex and cast their image in you
Disney brought the fantasies and piles of eyes
And ABC'S new thrill rides trails 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
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Row Right
Lick off the shot, my stories shock ya like Ellison
Main line adrenaline, Gaza to Tineanmen from the basement, I'm dwelling
in
I back the sling to stone, a settler and breaks him off clean
Call me the upsetter, here come the hands on the leashes
The cross, the capital, the pale families, the fear and the mouthpieces
The singel sista lynch the cell doors crash and the master's drum echo
Roll right, roll call
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 in the pigs in the park
Head crack, I hijack the papers and the vapors
Caught fire up in your mind come back, rewind one time
Here come the hands on the leashes
The cross, the capital, the pale families, the fear and the mouthpieces
The singel sista lynch the cell doors crash and the master's drum echo
Roll right, roll call
Now we're alright, we're all calm
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Year of the Boomerang
Tha sistas are in so check tha front line
Seems I spent the 80's in a Haiti state of mind
Cast me in classes for electro shock
Straight incarcerated, the curriculum, a cell block
I'm swiming in half truths makes me want to spit
Instructor come separate the healthy from tha sick
Ya weigh me on a scale
I'm smelling burnt skin
It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screaming from within
'Cause I'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right
Enslaved by dogma
Ya yalk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm running into hell's gates
So I grip the cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates
Aww, power to the people
'Cause tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die
So I'm going out heavy sorta like Mount Tai
Wit tha 5 centuries of penitenturie
So let the guilty hang
In the year of tha boomerang
I got no property but yo, I'm a piece of it
So let the guilty hang
In tha year of the boomerang
And now it's upon you
1- Bombtrack
2- Killing in the Name
3- Take the Power Back
4- Settle for Nothing
5- Bullet in your Head
6- Know your Enemy
7- Wake up
8- Fistfull of Steel
9- Township Rebellion
10- Freedom
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Bombtrack
It's just another bombtrack
And suck as be thinkin' that they can fake this
But I'm put it at a higher level
'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down
Hand out some beat-downs
Cold run train on punk
Who's that think they run the game
But I learned to burn the bridge and delete
Those who complete at a level that's obsolete
Instead I warm my hands on the flames of the flag
As I recall out downfall and the business that burned us all
See through the news and views that twist reality
Enough I call the bluff Manifest destiny
Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits ignite
And then watch 'em burn
The thoughts of a militant mind
Hardline, hardline, after hardline
Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits ignite
And then watch 'em burn
Burn, burn, yes you gonna burn (4x)
Another funky radical bombtrack
Started as a sketch in my notebook
But now dope hooks make punks take another look
My thoughts, you hear and you begin to fear
That you card will get pulled if you interfere
With the thoughts of a militant, militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline
Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits ignite
And then watch 'em burn
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Killing in the Name
Killing in the name of
Some of those that work forces -|2x
Are the same that burn crosses -|
Killing in the name of (2x)
Now you do what they told ya (4x)
Those that died are justified
For wearing a badge and their chosen white
You justify those that die
For wearing their badge and chosen white
Some of those that work forces -|2x
Are the same that burn crosses -|
Killing in the name of (2x)
Now you do what they told ya (4x)
Those that died are justified
For wearing a badge and their chosen white
You justify those that die
For wearing their badge and chosen white
I won't do what you tell me (16x)
Those that died are justified
For wearing a badge and their chosen white
You justify those that die
For wearing their badge and chosen white
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Take the Power Back
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
We gotta take the power back
Bam, here's the plan
Mother Uncle Sam
Step back, I know who I am
Raise up your
I'll drop the style and clear
It's the beats and lyrics they fear
The rage is relentless
We need a movement with a quickless
You are the witness of change
And to counteract
We gotta take the power back (2x)
Come on (2x)
The present curriculums
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 attepting
To hold us back
We've got to take it back
'Cause holes in out spirit are causin' tears and fears
One-sided stories for years and years and years
I'm inferior ?
Who's inferior ?
It's time, we needa check the interior
Of the system, who cares about only one culture ?
And that is why we gotta take the power back
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
Bouncing off every wall
His composure is well kept
I guess he fears playing the fool
The complacent students sit and listen
To the, that he learned in school
Europe ain't my rope to swing on
Can't learn a thing from it
Yet we hand from it
Gotta get it, gotta get it together then
Like the mother in weatherman
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
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
Bouncing off every wall
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Settle for nothing
A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home
Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on
A world of violence rage
But it's one that I can recognise
Having never seen the color 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
An existence mudane
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
But 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 violence rage
But it's one that I can recognise
Having never seen the color 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
An existence mudane
I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now 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'll settle for nothing later
If we settle for nothing now
We'll settle for nothing later
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Bullet in your Head
This time the bullet cold rocket you
A yellow ribbon, instead of a swastika
Nothing proper about your propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands you
They said it was blue when the blood was red
What's how you got a bullet blasted through your head
Blasted through your head (2x)
I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized
So setence on the screen
You was mesmerized, cellular phone
Sounding a death tone Corporations cold
Turn you to stone before you realize
They load the clip in omnicolor
They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha as lost their minds
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
They load the clip in omnicolor
They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha as lost their minds
No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again hack and then rewind the tape
Play it again and again and again
Until your mind is locked in
Beleiving all the lies that they're telling you
Buying all the products that they're selling you
They say jump and you say how high, your brain dead
You gotta in bullet in your head
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
You're standing in line
Believing the lies
You're bowing down to the flag
You gotta bullet in your head
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Know your Enemy
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
You got to know (2x)
That's when I say: go, go, go
Amp up and amplity 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 your face, in the place
And I'll drop the style clearly
Word is born, fight the war, the norm
Now I got no patience
So sick of complacence
With the defiance
The mind of a revolutionary
So clear the lane
The finger to the land of chains
What, the land of the free ?
Whoever told you that is your enemy
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 -|2x
Sick of complacence now --|
Sick of (4x) you
Time has come to pay
Yes, I know my enemies
They're the teachers who taught me to fight
Compromise, conformity, assimilation
Submission ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite
All of which are American dreams (4x)
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Wake up
Althought you try to discredit
You still never edit
The needle, I'll thread it
Radically, poetic
Standing with the fury that they had
And like e-double, I'm mad
Still knee-deep in the system's shit
Hoover, he was a body remover
I'll give you a dose
But it'll 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
Wit' poetry, my mind I flex flip like
Wilson, vocals never lacking, dat finesse
What I have to do, to wake you up
To shake you up, to break the structure up
'Cause this blood still flows in the gutter
I'm like taking photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
Then I stick and move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter step
Then bomb a left upon the facists
Yeah, the 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
The networks at work, keeping people calm
You 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 ?
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Fistfull of Steel
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 you bowing down
Then let me do the cutting
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 you mold to the unreal
Mad boy grips the microphone
With a fistful of steel
Fistful of steel (4x)
Yes, it's time to flow like the fluid in your veins
If you will it, I will spill it
And you out just as quick as you came
Not a silence 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
Grooving, playing this game called survival
Status the elite, the enemy, the rival
The silent, sheep, slipping, riffing, tripping
Give you a glimpse of the reality, I'm gripping
Stepping into the jam and
I'm slamming like Shaquile
Mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel
A 44 full of bullets
Face full 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
If the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if you bowin' down
Then let me do the cutting
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Township Rebellion
Rebel, rebel and yell
Locked in a cell
Yes, the structure's a cell
Mad is the story I tell
How long can we wait
Come on, seeing what's at stake
Action for reaction
If your mind's in a somewhat complacent state
Get a check-up
This is a stick up
Out freedom of your life I wish
I could be peaceful
But there can be no sequel
Now freedom must be fundamental
In Johannesburg, so South Central
On the mic, 'cause someone should tell 'em
To kick in the township rebellion
Yes, so you thought you could get with the hardlines
That fill your mind
The thoughts, battles fought and lessons taught
And 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 (2x)
Keeping the mic warm against the norm
'Cause what does it offer me
I think often it's nothing but a coffin
Gotta get wreck 'til out
Necks never swing on a rope
From here to the cape of no hope
Why stand on a silent platform -|2x
Fight the war, the norm --------|
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Freedom
Uggh, pull, pull
Wuh, come on, uggh
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
Yeah, come on
The militant poet in once again, check it
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
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 you forget your name ?
Did you 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
Come on, uggh
<<<-SOLO->>>
Check that, uggh
Come on, yeah, uggh
Brotha, 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 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 (2x)
Forget about the movement
Anger is a gift
Freedom (2x), yeah right
The Battle of Los Angeles
1- Testify
2- Guerilla Radio
3- Calm like a Bomb
4- Mic Check
5- Sleep now in the Fire
6- Born a Broken Man
7- Born as Ghosts
8- Maria
9- Voice of the Voiceless
10- New Millenium Homes
11- Ashes in the Fall
12- War within a Breath
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Testify
The movie ran through me
The glamour subdue me
The tabloid untie me
I'm 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
Boys who travel now in coffins
On the corner, corner
The jury's sleepless, sleepless
We found your weakness, weakness
And it's right outside your door
Now testify (2x) -------------|2x
It's right outside your door -|
With precision you feed me
My witness I'm 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 I'm 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, corner
The jurys sleepless, sleepless
We found your weakness, weakness
And its right outside your door
Now testify, yeah testify
It's right outside your door
Now testify (2x)
And it's right outside your door
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set, and the price is set
(4x)
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 ---------|2x
It's right outside your door -|
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Guerilla Radio
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 the polls close like a casket on truth devoured
Silent play in 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, Guerilla Radio -|3x
Turn that shit up ----------|
Lights out, Guerilla Radio
Contact, I highjacked the frequencies
Blockin' the beltway, move on DC
Way past the days of bombing MC's
Sound off mumia guan be free
Who gottem 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 that box it's my radio dial
Lights out, Guerilla Radio -|4x
Turn that shit up ----------|
<<<-SOLO->>>
It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here ?
What better time than now ?
All hell can't stop us now (6x)
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Calm like a Bomb
Feel the funk blast (2x)
Well feel the funk blast (3x)
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
Check it out, yo yo yo
I be walking 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, it's 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
There's a bank, there's a church, a myth and a hearse
A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth
There's 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 ? (3x) -|4x
What ? -------------|
We're calm like a bomb (2x)
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 robbing everyone
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point here at home
Yes, the pictures tha same
There's a field full of slaves
Some corn and some debt
There's a ditch full of bodies
Tha check for the rent
There's a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone
The numb black screen
That be feeling like home
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard
What ya say ? (3x) -|4x
What ? -------------|
Calm like a bomb (9x)
There's a mass without roofs, a prison to fill
There's a country's soul that reads post no bills
There's a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
There's a right to obey and a right to kill
There's a mass without roofs, there's a prison to fill
There's a country's soul that reads post no bills
There's a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
'Cos there's a right to obey and theres the right to kill
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Mic Check
Wait a minute now
Ha aha, c'mon
Wait a minute now, check
To tha young R, to tha E, tha B, to tha E, tha L
Never give up just live up
Fed upon America
I be spittin it up
Ripping it up
Even amount in each cup
To my brothers burning bare feet on black top
Whose curled neath tha shadows
From the gaze of the cops
Whose hunting for 9 to 5s through factory locks
Is now hunted on this modern day auction block
Mic check, ha aha ------------------------------|
I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker ---------|2x
Mic mheck, ha aha ------------------------------|
I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, what ? -|
Te te te te te, huh
Back in
Flexing and mashing with complex text
Fast and in a fashion that snap back necks
Quicker than a fed cash tha company checks
Huh, I be tha fire only Marley could catch
Yes, I be tha flame in tha cellar beware
Where nameless cold millions gaspin for air
Tha naked and wageless
Scream within cages, huh
They make you pull your shit
Just to get your share, what ?
Mic check, ha aha ------------------------------|
I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker ---------|2x
Mic mheck, ha aha ------------------------------|
I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, what ? -|
Huh go (14x)
Welcome down with the warrior sound, uh
With this mic device I spit nonfiction -----------------|
Who got tha power, this be my question -----------------|
Tha mass of tha few in this torn nation ? --------------|
Tha priest, tha book or tha congregation ? -------------|2x
Politricks who rob and hold down your zone ? -----------|
Or those who give tha thieves tha key to their homes ? -|
Tha pig who's free to murder one Shucklak --------------|
Or survivors who make a move and murder one back ? -----|
Mic check, ha aha ------------------------------|
I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker ---------|2x
Mic mheck, ha aha ------------------------------|
I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, what ? -|
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Sleep now in the Fire
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 don't take what you need
I'll jail and bury those committed
And smother the rest in greed
Crawl with me into tomorrow
Or I'll drag you to your grave
I'm deep inside your children
They'll betray you in my name
Hey, hey --------------|2x
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 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 --------------|2x
Sleep now in the fire -|
For it's the end of history
It's 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
Yeaaaah
Sleep now in the fire (4x)
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Born a Broken Man
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 (2x)
Born of a broken man -|
But not a broken man -|2x
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 ---|2x
Born of a broken man -|
But not a broken man -|
Uh, uh
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 (2x)
Yeah
Born of a broken man -|
But not a broken man -|2x
Born of a broken man -|
Never a broken man ---|
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Born as Ghosts
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
Where young run foaming at the mouth with hate
Where burning batons beat the freezing who shake
Under the toxic sunsets they dine and toast
Their walls deny the terror faced
By the children born as ghosts
Born as ghosts -------------------------------------|3x
A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words -|
Born as ghosts
We are the children born as ghosts
Born as ghosts
One book and forty odd
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
Myth of the dream (2x)
A suffering that shocks the lives off the screen
Myth of the dream (2x)
Born as ghosts -------------------------------------|3x
A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words -|
Born as ghosts
We are the children born as ghosts
Born as ghosts (2x)
Born as ghosts -------------------------------------|3x
A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words -|
Born as ghosts
We are the children born as ghosts
Born as ghosts (2x)
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Maria
Tha sun ablaze as Maria's foot
Touches the surface of sand
On Northern Land
As human contraband
Some Rico from Jalisco
Passed her name to the boss
She stuffed ten to a truckbed
She clutches her cross
Here come 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
And through historys rivers of blood she regenerates
And like the sun disappears only to reappear
She's eternally here
Her time is near, never conquered but here
To tear away at the mask
And now she got a quota
Tha needle and thread crucifixion
Sold and shipped across that new line of Mason Dixon
Rippin through denim
That point an inch from her vein
Tha 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
Soul changed to his will
My job is to kill if you forget to take your pill
Her arm jerks
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 tha floor
I am nothing, no one, nobody, no more
These are her mountains and skies and she radiates
And through history rivers of blood she regenerates
And like the sun disappears only to reappear
Maria, she's eternally here
Her time is near, never conquered but here
Uh, to tear away at the mask
Away at the mask
To tear away at the mask, huh
Maria
No minute to rest
No moment to pray
No minutes to rest
No moments to pray
No minutes to rest
It eclipses her days
Just a moment to pray
To tear away at the mask, huh
Away at the mask
To tear away at the mask, huuh
To tear away at the mask
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Voice of the Voiceless
Uh uh, c'mon check it
Through steel walls
Your voice blastin on
True rebel, my brother Mumia
I reflect upon, you be the spark
That set the prairie fires on
Make the masses a mastodon path
To trample the fascists on
At 15 exposed Phillys finest killing machine
Boots and mad guns, they pacify ya young
'Cause and effect, smell the smoke and the breeze
My panther, my brother, we are at war until you're free
You'll never silence the voice of the voiceless (2x)
Yet that powerful got nervous
'Cause he refused to be their servant
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 tied around Mumia's neck
Let there be no rich white life, we bound to respect
'Cause and effect, can't ya smell the smoke in the breeze
My panther, my brother, we are at war until you're free
You'll never silence the voice of the voiceless (4x)
And Orwells hell a terror era coming through -|2x
But this little brothers watching you too ----|
Watching you too
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New Millenium Homes
Hungry people don't stay hungry for long
They get hope from fire and smoke as the heat grows strong
Hungry people don't stay hungry for long
They get hope from fire and smoke as they reach for the dawn
Tha spirit of Jackson
Now screams through tha ruins
Through factory chains
And tha ghost of tha union 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 drying
Cover the spread sheets
The Dow Jones skying
Cell block live stock
The bodies they're buying
Old south order
New northern horizon
Violence in all hands, embrace it if need be (2x) -|2x
Living been warfare, I press it to CD (2x) --------|
A fire in the master's house is set (4x)
Hungry people don't stay hungry for long
They get hope from fire and smoke as the heat grows strong
Hungry people don't stay hungry for long
They get hope from fire and smoke as they reach for the dawn
Yo, yo
Check that high tech terror
Yes that new order athletes
Peer into the eyes of the child already on trial
Armies ripping families apart
Get 'em on file
Convictions fit that stock profile
All the while films of dogs
Cutting 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 (2x) -|2x
Living been warfare, I press it to CD (2x) --------|
A fire in the master's house is set (4x)
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Ashes in the Fall
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 master's hill
Buried for drinking the rivers water
While shackled to the line at the empty well
This is the new sound -----|
Just like the old sound ---|2x
Just like the noose wound -|
Over the new ground -------|
Listen to the fascist sing
Take hope here, war is elsewhere
You were chosen, this is God's 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 priests that fuck you
As they whisper holy things
A mass of tears have transformed to stones now
Sharpened on suffering, woven into 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 ---|2x
Just like the noose wound -|
Over the new ground -------|
Is the new sound
Just like the old sound ?
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground ?
Ain't the new sound
Just like the old sound ?
Look at the noose now
Over the (3x) burning ground
Ain't it funny how the factory's 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
Ain't 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
Ohh, ohh
Oasis, this is no oasis
This is the new sound -----|
Just like the old sound ---|2x
Just like the noose wound -|
Over the new ground -------|
Like ashes in the fall (10x)
Like ashes in the fall + (ha ha) (16x)
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War within a Breath
Every official that come 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
Black flag and a red star
A rising sun looming over Los Angeles
Yes, for Raza living in La La
Like Gaza on to the dawn Intifada
Reach for the lessons that masked pass on
Seize that metropolis, it's you, it's built on
Everything can change on new year's day
Everything can change on a new year's day (2x)
Everything changed on a new year's day
C'mon
War within a breath, it's land or death (3x)
War within a breath, it's land
Their existence is a crime
Their seat, their robe, their tie
Their land deeds, their hired guns
They're the crime
Shots heard underground 'round the rapture
Worlds eye captured
At last is a Mexican pasture
That masked screaming land or death
Within a breath
A war from the depth of time
Shot 4 puppet governors in a line
Shook all the world bankers
Who think they can rhyme
Shot the landlords who knew it was mine
Yes, it's a war from the depth of time
And everything can change on a new year's day
Everything can change on a new year's day (3x)
C'mon
Uh, wearing the masked scream
War within a breath, it's land or death (4x)
It's land or death
Yeaaah, uh
C'mon, c'mon, yes yes yes
It's war within a breath, it's land or death
War within a breath, it's land or death (3x)