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Here you will find lyrics to some of my favorite songs. You can request songs, and maybe I'll add them to my page. But keep in mind, I mainly only will have stuff in the rock genre, so don't even think about requesting the lyrics to an n sync song..
Rage Against the Machine
Rage Against the Machine
Evil Empire
Battle of Los Angeles
Rage Against the Machine
Rage Against the Machine
Bombtrack
Ughh! Hey you, it's just another bombtrack...ughh!
Hey you, it's just another bombtrack...yeah!
It goes a-one, two three and
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
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
Yes ya gonna burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
It goes a-one, two, three
Another funky radical bombtrack
Started as a sketch in my notebook
And now dope hooks make punks take another look
My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear
That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere
With the thoughts from a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline
Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Yes ya gonna burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Euurrrggghhhhh!
Uggh! Hey you, it's just another bombtrack...
Check it out...
Killing in the Name
Killing in the name of!
Some of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses
Huh!
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
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
Uggh!
Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of
And now you do what they told ya (4 times)
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control (7 times)
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 (8 times building to a shout)
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! (8 times screamed/shouted)
Motherfucker!
Uggh!
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 into 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 fuck 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 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
Chorus:
we gotta take the power back
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 are causin tears and fears
one-sided stories for years and years and years
i'm inferior? who's inferior?
yeah, you needa check the interior
of the system who cares about only one culture
and that is why
we gotta take the power back
Chorus
the teacher stands in front of the class
but the lesson plan he can't recall
the students eyes dont perceive the lies
bouncing off every fucking wall
his compusure is well kept
i guess he fears playing the fewl
the complacent students sit and listen to the bullshit
that he learned in skewl
europe, aint my rope to swing on
cant learn a thing from it
yet we hang from it
gotta get it, gotta get it together then
like
the motherfucking weathermen
to expose and close the doors on those who try
to strangle and mangle the truth
'cause the circle of hatred continues to react
we gotta take the power back
chorus
NO MORE LIES
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 violent rage
but its the one i can recognize
having never seen the color of my father's eyes
yes, i dwell in hell but its a hell that i can grip
i tried to grip my family
but i slipped
to escape from the pain and an existence mundane
i
gotta 9 a sign, a set and now i gotta name
read my writing on the wall
noones there to catch when i fall
death is on my side
SUICIDE
(first verse)
read writing on the wall
noones there to catch when i fall
caught between my culture and the system
GENOCIDE
read writing on the wall
noones there to catch when i fall
if ignorance is bliss
then knock the smile off my face
if we dont take action now
we'll settle for nothing later
we'll settle for nothing now
and we'll settle for nothing later
Bullet in the Head
this time the bullet cold rocked ya
a yellow
ribbon instead of a swastika
nothin proper about your propaganda
fools follow rules when the set commands ya
they said it was blue
when the blood was red
that how you gotta a bullet blasted thru ya head
blasted through ya head
blasted through ya head
i give a shout out to the living dead
who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized
so serene on the screen you was mesmerized
cellular phone soundin a death tone
corporations cold turn ya to stone
before ya realize
they
load the clip in omnicolor
they pack the 9
fire it at the prime time
sleeping
gas every home was like alcatraz
and motherfuckers lost their minds
just victims of the in house drive by
they say jump you say how high
they
load the clip in omnicolor
they pack the 9
fire it at the prime time
sleeping
gas every home was like alcatraz
and motherfuckers lost their minds
no escape from the mass mind rape
play it again jack and then rewind the tape
play it again and again and again
until ya mind is locked in
believein all the lies that they're tellin ya
buying all the products that they're sellin ya
they say jump you 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
ya standing in line
believein the lies
bowin down to that flag
ya gotta bullet in ya head
Know Your Enemy
know you 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
ya got to know
ya got to know
that when i say go go go
amp up and amplify
defy
im a brother with a furious mind
action must be taken
we dont need the key we'll break in
something must be done
about vengeance a badge and a gun
'cause i'll rip the mic rip the stage
rip the system
i was born to rage against 'em
fist in ya face and i'll drop the style clearly
know you enemy
word is born
fight the war fuck the norm
now i got no patience
so sick of complacence
with the D E F I A N C E
the 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
something must be done
about vengeance a badge and a gun
'cause i'll rip the mic rip the stage
rip the system
i was born to rage against 'em
now action must be taken
we dont need the key
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 sick of YOU
TIME HAS COME TO PAY
yes i know my enemies
they're the ones who taught me to fight me
compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission,
ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite
ALL OF WHICH ARE AMERICAN DREAMS
Wake Up
although ya try to discredit
ya still never edit
the needle ill thread it
radically poetic
standin
with the fury that they had in '66
and like
knee deep in the system's shit
hoover
he was a body remover
ill 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 omvements go
leaders speak movements cease
when their heads are flown
cuz all these punks got bullets in their
departments of police the judges the feds
networks at work keepin people calm
ya
know they went after king
when he spoke out on vietnam
he turned the power to the have nots
and then came the shots
wit poetry my mind i flex
flip
like wilson
vocals never lacking dat finesse
what do i gotta
what do i gotta
do to wake ya up
to shake ya up to break the structure up
this blood still flows in the gutter
im like taking photos
mad boy kicks open the shutter
set tha groove
then
stik 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 shots
WHAT WAS THE PRICE ON HIS HEAD
Fistfull of Steel
silence
something about silence makes me sick
cuz silence can be violent
sorta like a slit wrist
if the vibe was suicide
then you would push the button
but if your 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
transmissions bring submission
as ya mold to tha unreal
and mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel
Chorus:
fistful of steel
fistful of steel
fistful of steel
fistful of steel
its time to flow like the fluid in ya veins
if ya will it i spill it and ya out
just as quik as ya came
not a silent one but a defiant one
never a normal one
cuz im the bastard son
with the visions of the move
vocals not to soothe
but to ignite and put in flight
my sense of militance groovin
playing that game called survival
the status the elite the enemy the rival
silent sheep slippin rippin trippin
give ya a dose of the reality im grippin
steppin into the jam
and im
slammin like shaquille
and mad boy grips the microphone
with a fistful of steel
chorus:
a 44 full of bullets
face full of pale
eyes full empty
stare full of nails
the roulette ball rolls alone on the wheel
mind full of fire
fistful of steel
if the vibe was suicide
then you would push the button
but if your bowin down
then let me do the cuttin
Township Rebellion
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 somewhat
complacent state
get check up
this is a stick up
our freedom or your life, i wish i could be peaceful
but there can be no sequel
Chorus:
now freedom must be fundamental
in
johannesburg or south central
on the mic, cause someone should tell 'em
to kick in the township rebellion
yea, 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, gotta get more
keepin the mic warm against the norm
'cause what does it offer me
i think often its nothin but a coffin
gotta get wreck
'till our necks never swing on a rope
from here to the cape of no hope
Chorus
why stand on a platform
fight the war, fuck the norm
Freedom
solo, i'm a soloist on solo list
all live, never on a floppy disk
inka, inka, bottle of ink
paintings of rebellion, drawn up by the thoughts i think
its set up like a deck of cards
they're sending us to early graves
for all the diamonds
theyll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades
with poetry i paint the pitures that hit
more like the murals that fit
dont turn awat get in front of it
Chorus:
brotha, did you forget your name?
did ya lose it on the wall playing tic tac toe?
yo check the diagonal
three brothers gone come one
doesnt that make it three in a row
ANGER IS A GIFT
environment
the environment exceeding on the level
of our unconsciousness
for example, what does the billboard say?
come and play, come and play, forget about the movement
ANGER IS A GIFT
FREEDOM, FREEDOM, YEAH RIGHT
back to the top
Evil Empire
People of the Sun
since
fifteen hundred and sixteen minds attacked and overseen
now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream
with their borders and boots on top of us
pullin knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis
so how you gonna get what you need to get?
the gut eaters blood drenched get offensive
like tet
the fifth
sun sets step back reclaim
the spirit of cuahtemoc
alive and untamed
now face the funk now blastin out ya speaker
on the one, maya mexica
that vulture came ta try and steal ya name but now you found a gun
this is for the people of the sun
its coming back around again
yeah, never forget that tha whip snapped ya back
ya spine cracked for tobacco im the marlboro
man
our past blastin on thru the verses
brigades of taxi cabs rollin broadway like hearses
troops strippin zoots, shots of red mist
sailor blood on the deck come sista resist
from the era of terror check this photo lens
now the city
of angels does the ethnic cleanse
heads bobbin to that funk out ya speaker
on the one, maya mexica
that vulture came ta try and steal ya name but now you found a gun
youre history...this is for the people of the sun
its coming back around again
Bulls on Parade
the microphone explodes, shattering the molds
ya either drop tha hits like de la o
or get tha fuk off the
commode
with tha sure shot, sure to make the bodies drop
drop and dont copy yo, dont call this a co-op
terror reigns drenchin, quenchin tha thirst of the power dons
that five
sided fist a gon
that rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets bigger
tha triggers cold empty ya purse
rally round tha family
with a pocket full of shells
weapons not foods not home not shoes not need
just feed tha war cannibal animal i
walk tha corner to the rubble
that used to be a library
line up to tha mind cemetary now
what we dont know keeps the contract alive and moving
they dont gotta burn tha books they just remove em
while arms warehouses fill as quik as the cells
rally round tha family
pocket full of shells
rally round tha family
with a pocket full of shells
BULLS ON PARADE
Vietnow
chorus:
turn on tha radio, nah fuk it, turn if off, fear os your only god
on tha radio, nah fuk it, turn it off, turn on tha radio, nah fuk it
turn it off, fear is your only god, on tha radio, nah fuk it
your savior's my guillotine, crosses
and kerosene
merge on the network, slangin nerve gas
up jump tha boogie then bang
let em hang, while tha paranoid
try to stuff the void, lets capture this a m mayhem
undressed and blessed by the lord
tha power pendulum swings by the umbilical cord
shock around tha clock from noon till noon
men grabbin tha mics and stuff em into the womb
terror's tha product ya push
well im a truth addict oh shit i gotta head rush
sheep tremblin here come tha votes
thrown from tha throats, new cages and scapegoats
undressed and blessed by tha lord
tha same
devil that ran around managua with a sword
check
out the style that ollie found, i tune it wit a bullet
to shut down tha devil sound
programs of vietnow
chorus
flex tha cerebullum, fire
somebody gotta shell em
those evil angel lists, hittin tha a m playlist
payed to say this
that one inhuman, illegal, single woman
tha one wit out a room
the transmissions wippin our backs
coming
down like bats from stacy coon
terror's tha product ya push
well im a truth addict oh shit i gotta a head rush
tha sheep trembling here come tha votes
thrown from the throat, new cages an scapegoats
one caution a mics a detonator
unwound ta shut down tha devil sound
check the heads bow in vietnow
is all the world jails and churches
fear is your only god
Revolver
his spit is worth more than her work
pass the purse to the pugilists
he's a prizefighter
he bought rings and he owns kin
and now he's swingin
and now he's the champion
hey revolver, dont mothers make good fathers?
revolver
a spotless domain
hides festering hopes
shes certain there's more
pictures of fields without fences
her body numbs as he approaches the door
hey revolver, dont mothers make good fathers?
revolver
Snakecharmer
satellites and mirrors and a man without a home
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
your friendship is a fog
it disappears when the wind redirects
you, yes you
a father's expectations, soul soaked in spit and urine
and you gotta make it where
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 and your naive compassions
so have no illusions boy
vomit up all ideals and serve
sleep and wake, and serve
dont think just wake and serve
you friendship is a fog
it disappears when the wind redirects
you
interested in you, interested in you
Tire Me
yeah ya trying to tire me, tire me
i can see you in front of me, front of me
yeah ya tryin to tire me, tire me
why dont you get from in front of me
shes got everyones eyes
in every home theres sickening distress
of roll that film shes a precious, a precious one
but we're all gonna.....nah we're already dead
and those colorful words for the laos
frontiersman
who passed away with the truth
amisdt the eulogues of bliss
who will know what i know about you
now that history's a flowery cancerous mess.....a mess
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 dont die
we're already dead
Down Rodeo
chorus:
so now im rolling
down rodeo with a shot gun
these people aint seen a brown skin man
since their grandparents bought one
bangin this bolo tight on this solo flight can fight alone
funk
tha track my verbs fly like the family stone
tha pen devils set the stage for the war at home
locked wit out a wage your standin in the 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 wit a ballot pull
in tha ruins there's a network for the toxic rock
school yard ta precinct suburb ta project block
bosses broke south for new flesh and a factory floor
tha remains left changed to the powder war
cant waste a day when the night brings a hearse
so make a move and plead
the fifth cuz ya cant plead the first
cant waste a day when the night brings a hearse
chorus
bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas get romantic
they aint gonna send us campin like they did my man fred
hampton
still we lampin, still clockin dirt for our sweat
a ballots dead so a bullets what i get
a thousand years you had the tools
we should be takin em
fuk tha g
ride, we want the machines that are making em
our target straight wit a room full of armed pawn
off tha kings out tha west side at dawn
chorus
the rungs torn from the ladder
one god, one market, one truth, one consumer
just a quiet peaceful dance
for the things we will never have
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
cuz i jack
for similac fuk a cadillac survive
one motive no hope cuz every sidewalk i walk is like a tightrope
yes i know my deadline sire, its when my life expires
so im sending paper south under the barbed wire
the mother of my child will lose her mind at my grave
its my life or 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 to cross the white wall
walk unseen past tha graves and the gates
born without a face, one motive no hope
i tried to look back to my past long lost
a blood donor to tha land owner holocaust
pops heart stopped, in came tha air drop
flooded the trench he couldnt shake the toxic rock
maize
was all we needed to sustain
now her golden skin burns, insecticide rains
ya down with ddt,
yeah you know me
rapped for the grapes, profit for the bourgeois
war tape boomin path is luminoso
im headed north like my name was kid
cisco
to survive one motive no hope
its hard to breathe with wilsons
hand around my throat
strangled and mangled another ss
curtain call
when i tried to cross tha white wall
walk unseen past the graves and the gates
born without a face
you say, fortify, reaction, you divide
you say, fortify, reaction reaction
Wind Below
flip this capital eclipse
the vocal tone has got em sweatin
they own apocalypse
yes, tha rebels of the grains stand masterless
the masked ones cap one nafta
comin with the new disaster
and yes we in with the wind and
the plan
de ayala kin are coming back around again
the slave driver saliva, one night power turns
the devils mouth dry, and 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 with the wind below
flip this capital eclipse
them bury life with imf shifts, and poison lips
yo they talk it while slicin our veins so mark it
from the fincas overseers, to them vultures playin markets
she aint got nothin but weapon and shawl
she is chol,
tzoltzil, tojolobal, tzeltal
the tools are her tools, ejidos and ovaries
she once suffocated, now thru a barrel she breathes
she is the wind below
we in with the wind below
she is the wind below
all the share holders are gonna flex and try to annex the truth
while the new trust gonna flex and cast their image in you
g.e.
is gonna flex and try to annex the truth
nbc is gonna flex and cast their image in you
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 of the south
Roll Right
lick off the shot my stories shock ya like ellison
main line adrenaline, gaza
to tiananmen
from the basement i'm dwellin in
i cock back the 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 masters drums echo
roll right
roll call
now we're alright
we're all calm
this hits like fists
bomb with the left and dont 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 single sista lynch
the cell doors crash
and the master's drums echo
roll right
roll call
now we're alright
we're all calm
Year of the Boomerang
tha sistas are in so check the front line
seems i spent the 80's in a haiti state of mind
cast me into classes for electro shock
straight incarcerated the curriculums a cell block
im swimmin in half truths and it makes me wanna spit
instructor come separate the healthy from the sick
ya weigh me on a scale im smellin burnt skin
it dark now in dachau
and im screamin from within
cuz im cell locked in the doctrines of the right
enslaved by dogma, ya talk about my birthrights
yet at every turn im runnin into hell's gates
so i grip the cannon like fanon
and pass the shells to my classmates
cuz the bosses right to live is mine ta die
so im goin out heavy sorta like mount
tai
with tha five centuries of penitentiaries
so let the guilty hang
in the year of the boomerang
and now its upon you
back to the top
The Battle of Los Angeles
Testify
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
Now traveling in coffins
But on the corner
The jurys sleepless
We found your weakness
And its right outside your door
Now testify
Now testify
Its right outside your door
Now testify
Yes testify
Its right outside your door
With precision you feed me
My witness Im hungry
Your temple it calms me
So I can carry on
My slaving, sweating,
The skin right off my bones
On a bed of fire Im choking
On the smoke that fills my home
The wrecking ball is rushing
Witness your blushing
The pipeline is gushing
While here we lie in tombs
While on the corner
The jurys sleepless
We found your weakness
And its right outside your door
Now testify
Yeah testify
Its right outside your door
Now Testify
Now Testify
And its right outside your door
Mass graves for the pump 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
Testify
Its right outside your door
Now Testify
Testify
Its right outside your door
Guerrilla Radio
Transmission third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
No shelter if youre looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
A silent play on the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The cameras eyes on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
Yes a spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins, stole your eyes
All the fistagons the bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above fuck it cut the cord
Lights out guerilla Radio
Turn that shit up
Contact I highjacked the frequencies
Blockin the beltway
Move on DC
Way past the days of bombin MCs
Sound off Mumia guan be free
Who gottem yo check the federal file
All you pen devils know the trial was vile
An army of pigs try to silence my style
Off em all out that box its my radio dial
Lights out guerilla Radio
Turn that shit up
It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here
What better time than now
All hell cant stop us now
Calm Like a Bomb
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 debit
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
Mic 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
Rippin it up
For an 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 huntin for 9 to 5s through factory locks
Is now hunted on this modern day auction block
Mic Check
I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocka
Flexin and mashin
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
I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocka
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?
Politricks who rob and hold down your zone?
Or those who give tha thieves tha key to their homes?
Tha pig whos free to murder one Shucklak
Or survivors who make a move and murder one back?
Mic Check
I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocka
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 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
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
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
Born of 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
In the name of my
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
My fears hunt me down
Capturing my memories
The frontier of loss
They try to escape across the street where
Jesus stripped bare
And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture
In the name of my
In the name of my
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man
Born 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
One book and forty ghosts
Stuffed in a room
The school as a tomb
Where home is a wasteland
Taste the razor wire
And thought is locked in the womb
The tales that tear at the myth of the dream
A suffering that shocks the lives off the screen
Born as ghosts
Maria
Tha sun ablaze as Marias foot
Touches the surface of sand
On Northern Land
As human contraband
Some Rico from Jalisco
Passed her name to tha boss
She stuffed ten to a truckbed
She clutches her cross
Here come tha exhaust
And it rips through her lungs
Shes off fast to tha pasture
Like cattle she'll 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 tha sun disappears only to reappear
Shes eternally here
Her time is near
Never conquered but here
To tear away at the mask
And now she got a quota
Tha needle and thread crucifixion
Sold and shipped across tha new line
of Mason Dixon
Rippin through denim
Tha 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 moment to pray
And with a whisper
He whips her
Her soul changed to his will
"My job is to kill if you forget to take your pill"
Her arm jerks
Tha 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 historys rivers of blood she regenerates
And like tha sun disappears only to reappear
Maria she's eternally here
Her time is near
Never conquered but here
Voice of the Voiceless
Through Steel walls
Your voice blastin on
True rebel, my brother Mumia
I reflect upon
You be tha spark
That set the prairie fires on
Make the masses a mastodon path
To trample the fascists on
At fifteen exposed Phillys finest killing machine
Boots and mad guns
They tried to pacify you young
Cause and effect
Smell tha smoke and tha breeze
My panther, my brother
We are at war until you're free
You'll never silence the voice of the voiceless
You see tha powerful got nervous
Cause he refused to be their servant
'Cause he spit truth
They shook heads
And 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 Mumias neck
Let there be no rich white life
We bound to respect
Cause and effect
Cant ya smell tha smoke in tha breeze
My panther, my brother
We are at war until you're free
Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless
And Orwells hell a terror era coming through
But this little brother's watching you too
Watching you too
New Milennium Homes
Hungry people dont stay hungry for long
They get hope from fire and smoke as they reach for tha dawn
Tha spirit of Jackson
Now screams through tha ruins
Through factory chains
And tha ghost of tha union
Tha forgotten remains
Disappear to their new homes
Tha knife tha thrust
Tha life burns to the raw bone
Tha blood on the floor of the tear is still dryin
Cover the spread sheets
Tha Dow Jones skyin
Cell block live stock
Tha bodies their buyin
Old south order
New northern horizon
Violence in all hands
Embrace it if need be
Livin' been warfare
I press it to CD
A fire in the master's house is set
Check tha high tech terror
Yes tha new order athletes
Peer into tha eyes of tha child already on trial
The armies rippin families apart
Get 'em on file
Convictions fit tha stock profile
All tha while films of dogs
Ripping through homes
Ripping skin from bones
Yes tha new millennium homes
Privatizing through private eyes
An era rising
Of tha old south order
New northern horizon
Violence in all hands
Embrace it if need be
Livin been warfare
I press it to CD
Violence in all hands
Embrace it if need be
Livin been warfare
I press it to CD
A fire in the masters house is set
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 masters hill
Are buried for drinking
The river's water
While shackled to the line
At the empty well
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
Listen to the fascist sing
"Take hope here
War is elsewhere
You were chosen
This is god's land
Soon we'll be free
Of blot and mixture
Seeds planted by our
Forefather's 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
And 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
Just like the noose wound
Over new ground
Aint it funny how the factorys doors close
Round the time that the school doors close
Round the time that the doors of the jail cells
Open up to greet you like the reaper
Aint it funny how the factorys doors close
Round the time that the school doors close
Round the time that a hundred thousand jail cells
Open up to greet you like the reaper
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
Like ashes in the fall
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 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
And 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
Their existence is a crime
Their seat, their robe, their tie
Their land deeds
Their hired guns
They're tha crime
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
Who shot four puppet governors in a line
Who shook all tha world bankers
Who think they can rhyme
Shot the landlords who knew it was mine
Yes a war from the depth of time
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