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2006-03-13T07:34:00.000-08:00

Renegades [2000]
01 Microphone Fiend
02 Pistol Grip Pump
03 Kick Out The Jams
04 Renegades Of Funk
05 Beautiful World
06 I'm Housin
07 In My Eyes
08 How I Could Just Kill A Man
09 The Ghost Of Tom Joad
10 Down On The Street
11 Street Fighting Man
12 Maggie's Farm

The Battle Of Los Angeles [1999]
01 Testify
02 Guerilla Radio
03 Calm Like a Bomb
04 Mic Check
05 Sleep Now in the Fire
06 Born of a Broken Man
07 Born As Ghosts
08 Maria
09 Voice of the Voiceless
10 New Millenium Homes
11 Ashes in the Fall
12 War Within a Breath

Evil Empire [1996]
01 People Of The Sun
02 Bulls On Parade
03 Vietnow
04 Revolver
05 Snakecharmer
06 Tire Me
07 Down rodeo
08 Without A Face
09 Wind Below
10 Roll Right
11 Year Of Tha Boomerang

Rage Against The Machine [1992]
01 Bombtrack
02 Killing In The Name
03 Take The Power Back
04 Settle For Nothing
05 Bullet In The Head
06 Know Your Enemy
07 Wake Up
08 Fistful Of Steel
09 Township Rebellion
10 Freedom

Renegades [2000]

2005-10-21T08:35:00.000-07:00

Microphone Fiend

Yo, I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Shot grabbed the mic and try to say", Yes y'all!"
They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small
Cool, 'Cause I don't get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab... without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
One after the another one, then I make another one
To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done
I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine
But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?
I'm raging, ripping up the stage and
Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of, Cuz it's sort of... an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing

E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly.
E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly.

But back to the problem, I gotta habit,
You can't solve it, you silly rabbit
The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when
I fiend for a microphone like heroin
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of
unawareness? Beware, it's the reanamator!
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
An assasinator, if the people ain't stepping
You see a part of me that you never seen
When I'm fiending for a microphone.
Cause I take it to the maximum, I can't relax see, I'm
Hype as a hyperchrondriac 'cause the rap be one
Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke
More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're broke
More than cracked up, you should have backed up
For those who act up need to be more than smacked up

E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly.

A smooth operator operating correctly.
A smooth operator operating correctly.
A smooth operator operating correctly.
A smooth operator operating correctly.

Uh!

Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated... originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated... complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated... originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated... complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated... originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated... complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated... originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated... complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated

'Cause I'm an E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly
An E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly
An E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly
An E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly

A smooth operator operating correctly
A smooth operator operating correctly
A smooth operator operating correctly
'Cause I'm an E-F-F-E-C-T

Pistol Grip Pump

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
They can be fucking with other niggas shit,
but they cant be fucking with mine

I was raised in the hood called what the diffrence
The brothers in the hood be Chivalrous
So I rest defense on my ligaments
Pistol grip pump on my lap, riskin it
Full life living it, never giving it back
Too late for slipping, so slack up
On my lap its on your lips so track shot
A steel dick more clip for pump but
All im saying there aint no question who the man is
In my civic or in this show biz
I drill the fool, kill the fool
Come on what you say?
I think I can take care of all you muthafuckas don't delay right away

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times, right?
Cause tricks be out for your blindside
Never understood it, but remember I showed you
That in these times you gotta look over your shoulder, strap
Well that ain't nothin' but the intent of gettin high
And a cop giving you shit for just passing you by
If your ever in trouble or on the double best to call your pals
If you got...?
?
Are we getting along? we family, we better be
We got your back, we got your back kid
Just dont be pointing one of them guns, allright man

Kick Out The Jams

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

Renegades Of Funk

No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now

We're the renegades of this atomic age
This atomic age of renegades
Renegades of this atomic age
This atomic age of renegades

Since the Prehistoric ages and the days of ancient Greece
Right down through the Middle Ages
Planet earth kept going through changes
And then no renaissance came, and times continued to change
Nothing stayed the same, but there were always renegades
Like Chief Sitting Bull, Tom Paine
Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcom X
They were renegades of their time and age
So many renegades

We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk

From a different solar system many many galaxies away
We are the force of another creation
A new musical revelation
And we're on this musical mission to help the others listen
And groove from land to land singin' electronic chants like
Zulu nation
Revelations
Destroy our nations
Destroy our nations
Destroy our nations
Destroy our nations
Destroy our nations
Destroy our nations

Now renegades are the people with their own philosophies
They change the course of history
Everyday people like you and me
We're the renegades we're the people
With our own philosophies
We change the course of history
Everyday people like you and me
C'mon
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk

Poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop
Because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin'
Poppin', sockin', puttin' a side of hip-hop
Because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin'
Poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop
'Cause we're poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop
Poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop

We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk

We're teachers of the funk
And not of empty popping
We're blessed with the force and the sight of electronics
With the bass, and the treble the horns and our vocals
'Cause everytime I pop into the beat we get fresh

There was a time when our music
Was something called the Bay Street beat
People would gather from all around
To get down to the big sound
You had to be a renegade in those days
To take a man to the dance floor

Say jam sucker
Say jam sucker
Say groove sucker
Say groove sucker
Say dance sucker
Say dance sucker
Now move sucker
Now move sucker

We're the renegades of funk

Beautiful World

It's a beautiful world we live in
A sweet romantic place
Beautiful people everywhere
The way they show they care makes me want to say
It's a beautiful world
Oh what a beautiful world
For you

It's a wonderful time to be here
It's nice to be alive
Wonderful people everywhere
The way they comb their hair makes me want to say
It's a wonderful place
Oh what a wonderful place
For you, for you, for you, for you, for you, for you, not me

I'm Housin

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)
'Cause I'm housin
'Cause I'm housin
'Cause I'm housin

In My Eyes

You tell me you like the taste
You just need an excuse
You tell me it calms your nerves
You just think it looks cool
You tell me you want to be different
You just change for the same
You tell me it's only natural
You just need the proof
Did you fucking get it?

It's in my eyes
It's in my eyes

It's in my eyes
It's in my eyes

It's in my eyes
It's in my eyes

And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes
And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes

You tell me that nothing matters
You're just fucking scared
You tell me that I'm better
You just hate yourself
You tell me that you like her
You just wish you did
You tell me that I make no difference
Well at least I'm fucking trying
What the fuck have you done?

It's in my eyes
It's in my eyes

It's in my eyes
It's in my eyes

It's in my eyes
It's in my eyes

It's in my eyes
It's in my eyes

And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes
And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes

How I Could Just Kill A Man

Hey don't miss out on what you're passing,
you're missing the hootah of the funky buddah,
eluder of the fucked up style's that get wicked
so come on as I start to kick it,
cause we're like outlaws sridding while suckers are hiding,
jump behind the bush when you see me driving by'
hanging out my window, and my magnum taking out some negros
acting kind of loco I'm just another local
kid from the street getting paid for my vocals.
Here is something you can't understand,
How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand,
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand,
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand,
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand

I be doing all the dumb shit yo
cause nothing is coming from it
I'm not gonna waste no time fucking around I got ya humming
humming coming at ya! then you know I had to gat ya!
time for some action just a fraction of friction
I got the clearance to run the interference
in to your sattle light shining a battle light
Sen got the gat and I know that we'll gat you right
here's an example just a little sample:
how could I just kill a man
one time tried to come in my home take my chrome
I said yo it's on. take cover son or you're assed out
how do you like my chrome then I watched the rookie pass out
didn't have to blast him but I did any way, young punk had to pay
so I just killed a man

here is something you can't understand,
how I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand,
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand,
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand,
How I could just kill a man

It's gonna be a long time before I finish
one of the many missions that I have to establish
to lite my spliff ignite you with insite so if you ain't down
bullshit. say some punk tried to get you for your auto
would call the one time and play the rolemmodel?
No! I think you'll play like a thug
next hear the shot of a magnum slug, humming coming at ya!
yeah you know I'm going to gat ya. How do you know where I'm at
when you haven't been where I've been,
understand where I'm coming from.
While you're up on the hill in your big home
I'm out here risking my dome, just for a bucket or a faster ducket,
just to stay alive yo I got to say fuck it.
here is something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man.
here is something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man.
here is something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man.
here is something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man.

Here is something you can't understand,
How I could just kill a man
How I could just kill a man
How I could just kill a man

The Ghost Of Tom Joad

Man walks along the railroad track
He's Goin' some place, there's no turnin' back
The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge
Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge
The shelter line stretchin' around the corner
Welcome to the New World Order
Families sleepin' in their cars out in the Southwest
No job, no home, no peace, no rest, NO REST!

And The highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the Ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls his prayer book out of a sleepin' bag
The preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
He's waitin' for the time when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
With a one way ticket to the promised land
With a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Lookin' for a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the cities' aqueducts

And The highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the Ghost of old Tom Joad

Now Tom Said; "Ma, whenever ya see a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry new born baby cries
Whereever there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me ma'
I'll be there
Wherever somebodies stuglin' for a place to stand
For a decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody is strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes ma,
You'll see me! (repeat 8 times)

And the highway is alive tonight
nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the Ghost of Tom Joad.

Down On The Street

Down on the street where the faces shine
Floatin' around I'm a real low mind
See a pretty thing in a wall
See a pretty thing in a wall

In a wall
In a wall
In a wall

Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love
Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love
A thousand eyes they look at you
A thousand eyes they, they look at you

Where faces shine
A real low mind
Faces Shine
A real low

Street Fighting Man

Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
Tell me what can a poor boy do
'Cept for sing for a rock'n'roll band
'Cause in this sleepy LA town
There's just no place for a street fighting man

A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man

Do you think the time is right for a palace revolution
Where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well then what can a poor boy
'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in this sleepy LA town
There's just no place for a street fighting man

A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man

Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?

Hey my name is called disturbance
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants
Well what can a poor boy do
For sing for a rock 'n' roll band
In this sleepy LA town
There's just no place for
For a street fighting man

A street fighting man
For a street fighting man

Maggie's Farm

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I wake up in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain.
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane
It's a shame
the way she makes me
scrub the floor
I ain't gonna work on, nah
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
nah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel
And he hands you a dime
And he asks you with a grin
If you're havin' a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain't gonna work for, nah
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
I ain't gonna work, nah
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law
And everybody says
Shes the brains behind pa
Shes sixty-eight, but she says shes twenty-four
I ain't gonna work for, nah
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well I try my best
To be just like I am
But everybody wants you
To be just like them
They sing while they slave and just get bored
I ain't gonna work on, nah
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

The Battle Of Los Angeles [1999]

2005-10-21T08:34:00.000-07:00

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
Boys 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
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

Guerilla 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
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
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
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 nowAll hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us nowAll hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us 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 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

Mic Check

Wait a minute now
Ha Aha Cmon
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
Rippin 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 huntin 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
Mic Check, Ha Aha
I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, what?
Mic Check, Ha Aha
I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker
Mic Check, Ha Aha
I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, what?

Te te te te te Huh
Back in

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, Ha Aha
I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker
Mic Check, Ha Aha
I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, what?
Mic Check, Ha Aha
I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker
Mic Check, Ha Aha
I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, what?

Huh go, Huh go, Huh go, Huh go, Huh go, Huh go,
Huh go, Huh go, Huh go, Huh go, Huh go, Huh go, Huh go, Huh go,

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?

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, Ha Aha
I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker
Mic Check, Ha Aha
I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, what?
Mic Check, Ha Aha
I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker
Mic Check, Ha Aha
I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, what?

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
Sleep now in the fire

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 odd
Stuffed in a r
Ah, the school as a tomb
Where home is a wasteland
Taste the razor wire
And thought is locked in the womb
The tales that tear at the myth of the dream
A suffering that shocks the lives off the screen

Born as ghosts

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 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 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 moments 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 pacify ya young
Cause and effect
Smell tha smoke and tha breeze
My panther, my brother
We are at war until youre free

Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless

Yet tha powerful got nervous
Cause he refused to be their servant
He spit truth
That burned like black churches
Prose and versesA 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 brothers watching you too
Watching you too

New Millenium Homes

Hungry people dont stay hungry for long
They get hope from fire and smoke as the wheat grows strong

Tha spirit of Jackson
Now screams through tha ruins
Through factory chainsAnd tha ghost of tha union
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 masters house is set

Check tha high tech terror
Yes tha new order athletes
Peer into tha eyes of tha child already on trial
Armies rippin families apart
Get em on file
Convictions fit tha stock profile
All tha while films of dogs
Cutting 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
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
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
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
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
Theyre tha crime

Shots heard underground round the rapture
Worlds eye captured
At last is a Mexican pasture
Tha masked screaming land or deathWithin 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

Evil Empire [1996]

2005-10-21T08:33:00.000-07:00

People Of The Sun

Since 1516 winds attacked and overseen, now
Crawl amidst the ruins of this
Empty dream
They're borders and boots on top of us, pullin'
Knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis
So how you gonna get what you need ta get ? tha
Gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like
Tet
When the fifth sun sets get back reclaim, tha
Spirit of cuahtemoc alive an untamed
Face tha funk now blastin' out ya
Speaker, on the one maya, mexica
That vulture game ta try and steal your name but
Now you found a gun
This is for the people of the sun
It's comin' back around again
This is for tha people of tha sun
Neva forget that tha wip snapped ya back, ya
Spine cracked for tobacco, oh I'm the Marlboro
Man
Our past blastin' on through tha verses
Brigades of taxi cabs rollin' broadway like
Hearses
Troops strippin' zoots, shorts of red mist,
Sailors blood on tha deck
Come sista resist
Tha new era of terror check this photo lens,
Tha city of angels does tha ethnic cleanse
Heads bobbin' to that funk out ya
Speaker, on tha one maya, mexica
That vulture game ta try an steal ya 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 tha people of tha sun

Bulls On Parade

This microphone explode, shattering
The molds
Ya eighter drop tha hits like de la o or get tha
Fuck off tha commode
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha
Bodies drop
Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this
A co-opt
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of
Tha power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets
Bigger
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse
They rally round tha family
With pockets full of shells
Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed tha war canibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a
Library
Line up to tha mind cemetery
What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an
Movin'
They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells
Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells
Rally round tha family
With pockets full of shells
Bulls on parade

Vietnow

(Ch) turn on tha radio, nah fuck it
Turn it off, fear is your only God
On tha radio, na fuck it, turn it off
Turn on tha radio, nah fuck it
Turn it off, fear is your only God
On tha radio, nah fuck it
Your savior's my guillotine, crosses
And kerosine
Merge on tha networks, slangin' nerve gas
Up jump tha boogie then bang,
Let 'em hang
While the paranoid try to stuff tha void
Let's capture this am mayhem
Undressed, and blessed by tha lord
Tha power pendulum swings by thaUmbilical cord
Shcok around tha clock, from noon
'Til noon
Men grabbin' they mics, and stuff 'em into tha
Womb
Terror tha product ya push
Well I'm a truth addict, Ioh shit I got a head
Rush
Tha sheep tremble an here come tha votes
Thrown from tha throat, new cages an scapegoats
Undressen and blessed by tha lord
Tha same devil that ran around managua wit a
Sword
Check tha new style that ollie found
I tune in wit a bullet ta shut down
Tha devil sound
Tha program of vietnow
Flex tha cerebellum fire
Somebody gotta shell 'em
Those evil angels lists, hittin' tha am
Playlist, paid ta say this
That one inhuman, illegal, single woman, tha one
Wit out a room
The transmissions wippin' our backs
Comin' down like bats from stacy coon
Terror, tha product you push
Well I am a truth addict, oh shit I got a head
Rush
Tha sheeps tremble an here come tha votes
Thrown from tha troat, new cage and scapegoats
One caution tha mics a detonator unwound ta
Shutdown tha devil sound
Check tha heads bow in vietnow
Is all tha world jails and churches ?

Revolver

His spit is worth more than her work
Pass tha 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, don't mothers make
Good fathers ?
Revolver
A spotless domain
Hides festering hopes she's certain thre's more
Pictures of fields without fences
Her body numbs as he approaches the door
Hey revolver, don't mothers make
Good fathers ?
Revolver

Snakecharmer

Satelites are 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
Your friendship as a fog
That 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
Crushinh you
So have no illusions boy
AVomit up all ideals and serve
Sleep and wake, and serve
Don't think just wake and serve
Your friendship is a fog
That disappears when the wind redirects
You interested in you, interested in you
Interested in you, interested in you
Interested in you, interested in you

Tire Me

Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me
I can see you in front of me, front of me
Ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me
Why don't you get from in front of me
She's got everyone's eyes
In every home there's a sickening
Distress
Of rolm 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 loas frontiersman
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 undressed !
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
Down rodeo

Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight
Can't fight alone
Funk tha track my verbs fly like tha
Family stone
Tha pen devils set that stage for tha
War at home
Locked wit out a wage ya standin' in tha drop
Zone
The clockers born startin' at an empty plate
Momma's torn hands cover her sunken face
We hungry but them belly full
The structure is set ya neva change it with a
Ballot pull
In tha ruins there's a network for tha toxic
Rock
Shool yard ta precinct, suburb ta
Project block
Bosses broke south for new flesh and
A factory floor
The remains left chained to the
Powder war
Can't waste a day when the night brings
A hearse
So make a move an plead the fifth 'cuse ya
Can't plead the first
Can't waste a day when the night brings
A hearse
So now I'm rollin' down rodeo wit a
Shot gun these people ain't seen a
Brown skin man since their grandparents bought
One
Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas
Get romantic
They gonna send us campin' like they did my man
Fred Hampton
Still we're lampin' still clockin' dirt for our
Sweat
A ballots dead so bullets what I get
A thousand years you had the tools
We should be taken 'em
Fuck tha g ride I want the machines that are
Makin' em
Our target straight wit a room full of armed
Pawn to
Off tha kings out tha west side at dawn
The rungs torn from the ladder can't reach the
Tumor
One God, one market, one truth, one consumer
Just a quiet peaceful dance
For 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, 'cause I
Jack for similac, fuck a cadillac
Survive one motive no hope 'cause every sidewalk
I walk is like a tightrope
Yes I know my deadline sire, it's when my life
Expires
So I'm sendin' paper south under tha barbed wire
Tha mother of my child will lose her mind at my
Grave
It's my life for their life so call it
A free trade
"Por vida" and out 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 ta look back ta my past long lost
A blood donor ta tha land owner holocaust
Pops heart stopped, in came tha air drop,
Flooded tha trench he couldn't shake the toxic shock
Maize was all we needed to sustain, now her
Golden skin burns, insecticide rain
Ya down with DDT, yeah you know me, rapped from tha
Grapes, profit for tha bourgeois
War tape boomin' path is luminoso, I'm headed
North like my name was kid cisco
To survive one motiveno hope, it's hard ta
Breathe wit Wilson's hand around
My throat
Strangled 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 divide
You say fortify, reaction, reaction

Wind Below

Flip this capital eclipse
Tha vocal tone has got'em sweatin' they owe
Apocalypse
Yes, tha rebels of tha grains stand
Masterless
Tha masked one cap one nafta commin' with tha
New disaster
And yes we in wit tha wind an tha plan de
Ayala kin
Are comin' back around again
Tha slave driver saliva, one night power turns
Them devils mouths dry, 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 imp shifts, and
Poison lips
Yo thay talk it, while slicin' our viens so mark
It
From tha fincas overseers, to them
Vultures playin' markets
She ain't got nothin' but weapon
And shawl
She is chol, tzotzil,tojolobal, tzeltal
The tools are her tools, ejidos and ovaries
She once suffocated, now through a barrel she
Breathes
She is the wind below
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 in you
G.E. is gonna flex and try and 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 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

Roll Right

Lick off the shot my stories shock ya like
Ellison
Main line adrenaline Gaza to Tienanmen
From the basement I'm dwellin' in
I cook 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, tha pale families, the
Fear and the mouthpieces
The single sista lynch
The cell dors crash
And the master's drums 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 papars and the vapors
Caught fire up in you 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 Tha Boomerang

Tha sistas are in so check tha front line
It seems I spent the '80s in a Haiti state of
Mind
Cast me into classes for electro shock
Straight incarcerated, the curriculum a cell
Block
I'm swimming in half thruts and it makes me
Wanna spit
Instructor come separate the healthy form tha
Sick
Ya weigh me on a scale I'm smellin'
Burnt skin
It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from
Within
'Cause I'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha
Right
Enslaved by dogma, ya talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into
Hells gates
So I grip tha connan like fanon an pass tha
Shells to my classmates
'Cause tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die
So I'm goin' out heavy sorta like mount tai
Wit tha five centuries of penitentiary so let
Tha guilty hang
In tha year of tha boomerang
I got no prosperity but yo I'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
In tha year of tha boomerang
And now it's upon you

Rage Against The Machine [1992]

2005-10-21T08:30:00.000-07:00

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 fake 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...

Modified chorus
Burn!
Killing In The Name

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
Huh!

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya (11 times)
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!

(Guitar solo: 'Yeah! Come on!')

Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me (8 times spoken becoming a shout by the 8th time)
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! (8 times, shouted)
Motherfucker!
Uggh!
Take The Power Back

Spoken: 'Crank the music up'

Bring that shit in! Uggh!
Yeah, the movement's in motion with mass militant poetry
Now check this out...uggh!
In the right light, study becomes insight
But the system that dissed us
Teaches us to read and write

So called facts are fraud
They want us to allege and pledge
And bow down to their God
Lost the culture, the culture lost
Spun our minds and through time
Ignorance has taken over
Yo, we gotta take the power back!
Bam! Here's the plan
Motherfuck Uncle Sam
Step back, I know who I am
Raise up your ear, I'll drop the style and clear
It's the beats and the lyrics they fear
The rage is relentless
We need a movement with a quickness
You are the witness of change
And to counteract
We gotta take the power back

Yeah, we gotta take the power back
Come on, come on!
We gotta take the power back

The present curriculum
I put my fist in 'em
Eurocentric every last one of 'em
See right through the red, white and blue disguise
With lecture I puncture the structure of lies
Installed in our minds and attempting
To hold us back
We've got to take it back
'Cause holes in our spirit causin' tears and fears
One-sided stories for years and years and years
I'm inferior? Who's inferior?
Yea, we need to check the interior
Of the system that cares about only one culture
And that is why
We gotta take the power back

Yeah, we gotta take the power back
Come on, come on!
We gotta take the power back

Hey yo check, we're gonna have to break it, break it, break it down
Awww shit!
Uggh!
And like this...uggh!
Come on, yeah! Bring it back the other way!
The teacher stands in front of the class
But the lesson plan he can't recall
The student's eyes don't perceive the lies
Bouning off every fucking wall
His composure is well kept
I guess he fears playing the fool
The complacent students sit and listen to some of that
Bullshit that he learned in school

Europe ain't my rope to swing on
Can't learn a thing from it
Yet we hang from it
Gotta get it, gotta get it together then
Like the motherfuckin' Weathermen
To expose and close the doors on those who try
To strangle and mangle the truth
'Cause the circle of hatred continues unless we react
We gotta take the power back

Yeah, we gotta take the power back
Come on, come on!
We gotta take the power back

No more lies (8 times, building to a crescendo)
Uggh!
Yeah!
Take it back Joe
Take it back, a-take it back
A-take it back Joe, come on!
Take it back Joe
Take it back, a-take it back
A-take it back Joe, come on!
Uggh!
Yeah!
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 it's one that I can recognise
Having never seen the colour of my father's eyes
Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can grip
I tried to grip my family
But I slipped

To escape from the pain in an existence mundane
I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name

Read my writing on the wall
No-one's here to catch me when I fall
Death is on my side....suicide!

A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home
Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on
A world of violent rage
But it's one that I can recognise
Having never seen the colour of my father's eyes
Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can grip
I tried to grip my family
But I slipped

To escape from the pain in an existence mundane
I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name

Read my writing on the wall
No-one's here to catch me when I fall
Caught between my culture and the system....genocide!

Read my writing on the wall
No-one's here to catch me when I fall
If ignorance is bliss, then knock the smile off my face
Yeah!

If we don't take action now
We settle for nothing later
Settle for nothing now
And we'll settle for nothing later

If we don't take action now
We settle for nothing later
We'll settle for nothing now
And we'll settle for nothing later

If we don't take action now
We'll settle for nothing later
We settle for nothing now
And we'll settle for nothing later

If we don't take action now
We settle for nothing later
We'll settle for nothing now
And we'll settle for nothing later
Bullet In The Head

This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
Said it was blue
When ya blood was red
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 centralised?
So serene on the screen
You was 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
The 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
Yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Run it!

(Guitar solo)

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Check-a, check-a, check it out
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The 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
Yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Uggh! Yeah! Yea!

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head

A bullet in ya head (8 times, building to a shout)
A bullet in ya head (7 times, shouted/screamed)
Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head!
Yeah!
Yeah! (Sustained to end of drum roll)
Know Your Enemy

Huh!
Yeah, we're comin' back then with another bombtrack
Think ya know what it's all about
Huh!
Hey yo, so check this out
Yeah!
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!

Yeah!

Hey yo, and dick with this...uggh!
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 (8 times)
Wake Up

Come on!
Uggh!
Come on, although ya try to discredit
Ya still never edit
The needle, I'll thread it
Radically poetic
Standin' with the fury that they had in '66
And like E-Double I'm mad
Still knee-deep in the system's shit
Hoover, he was a body remover
I'll give ya a dose
But it'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, keepin' people calm
You know they went after King
When he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

Yeah!

Yeah, back in this...
Wit' poetry, my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse
Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up
To shake ya up, to break the structure up
'Cause blood still flows in the gutter
I'm like takin' photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
Then stick and move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter step
Then bomb a left upon the fascists
Yea, the several federal men
Who pulled schemes on the dream
And put it to an end

Ya better beware
Of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors

Networks at work, keepin' people calm
Ya know they murdered X
And tried to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

Uggh!
What was the price on his head?
What was the price on his head!

I think I heard a shot (5 times)
I think I heard, I think I heard a shot

Background: 'Black nationalism'
'He may be a real contender for this position should he
abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine
of non-violence...and embrace black nationalism'
'Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to
pinpoint potential trouble-makers...'
'And neutralise them'

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

Spoken: "How long? Not long, 'cause
what you reap is what you sow."
Fistful Of Steel

Huh!
Check it...uggh!
Silence
Something about silence makes me sick
'Cause silence can be violent
Sorta like a slit wrist

If the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin'

Some speak the sounds
But speak in silent voices
Like radio is silent
Though it fills the air with noises
Its transmissions bring submission
As ya mold to the unreal
And mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel
Yeah...and mad mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel

Wit' a fistful of steel
('Cause I know the power of the question)
Wit' a fistful of steel
Wit' a fistful of steel
(And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question)

It's time to flow like the fluid in ya veins
If ya will it, I will spill it
And ya out just as quick as ya came
Not a silent one
But a defiant one
Never a normal one
'Cause I'm the bastard son
With the visions of the move
Vocals not to soothe
But to ignite and put in flight
My sense of militance
Groovin', playin' this game called survival
The status, the elite, the enemy, the rival
The silent sheep slippin', riffin', trippin'
Give ya a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin'
Steppin' into the jam and I'm slammin' like Shaquille
Mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel
Yeah...and mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel

Wit' a fistful of steel
('Cause I know the power of the question)
Wit' a fistful of steel
Wit' a fistful of steel
(And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question)

Ahh shit

And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question

And if the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin`

Yeah!
Come on!

A .44 full of bullets
Face full of pale
Eyes full of empty
A stare full of nails
The roulette ball rolls alone on the wheel
A mind full of fire
And a fistful of steel

And if the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin'

Yeah! Wit' a fistful of steel!
Come on!
Uggh!
Wit' a fistful of steel!
Uggh!
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 a check up
This is a stick up
Our freedom or your life
Lord, I wish I could be peacful
But there can be no sequel

Now freedom must be fundamental
In Johannesburg or South Central
On the mic, 'cause someone should tell 'em
To kick in the township rebellion

Yeah, what about that sucker?

Yeah, so you thought you could get with the hardlines
That fill your mind
Thoughts, battles fought
And lessons taught
Yes I'll display the fitness
And flip like a gymnast
Raise my fist and resist
Asleep, though we stand in the midst
Of the war
Gotta get mine
Gotta get more
Keepin' the mic warm against the norm
'Cause what does it offer me?
I think often it's nothin' but a coffin

Gotta get wreck
'Till our necks never swing on a rope
From here to the cape of no hope

Now freedom must be fundamental
In Johannesburg or South Central
On the mic, 'cause someone should tell 'em
To kick in the township rebellion

Why stand on a silent platform?
Fight the war, fuck the norm (4 times)

(Guitar solo)

Why stand on a silent platform?
Fight the war, fuck the norm (4 times)

What's it gonna take?
Euuurrrggghhhhh!

Shackle their minds when they're bent on the cross
When ignorance reigns, life is lost
Shackle their minds when they're left on the cross
When ignorance reigns, life is lost
Shackled our minds when we're bent on the cross
When ignorance reigns, life is lost
Shackled our minds when we're left on the cross
When ignorance reigns, life is lost, lost, lost!

Shackle your minds and you're left on the cross!
When ignorance reigns, life is lost!
Just shackle your minds when you're bent on the cross!
When ignorance reigns, life is lost, lost!

Why stand on a silent platform?
Fight the war, fuck the norm (4 times)
Freedom

Uggh!
Pull, pull
Wuh! (Sung sorta like Michael Jackson)
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 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?

Spoken quietly: "Anger is a gift"

Come on!
Uggh!

(Guitar solo)

Check that!
Uggh!
Come on
Yeah
Uggh

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

Spoken quietly: "Anger is a gift"

Yeeeaaahhhh!
Uggh!
Awww, bring that shit in!
Uggh!
Hey!

Freedom...yea...
Freedom...yea right...
Freedom...yeeeaaahhh!
Freedom!
Yea!
Freedom!
Yea right!
Freedom!
Yea!
Freedom!
Yea!
Right!