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Transcribed by Hallam Drury
These are the correct lyrics from all the albums!

Self Titled

BOMBTRACK
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Ughh!
Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...ughh!
Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...yeah!
It goes a-1, 2, 3...

Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack
And suckas be thinkin' that they can fade this
But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level
'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down
Hand out some beat-downs
Cold runna train on punk ho's that
Think they run the game

But I learned to burn that bridge and delete
Those who compete...at a level that's obsolete
Instead I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag
As I recall our downfall
And the business that burned us all
See through the news and the views that twist reality

Enough
I call the bluff
Fuck Manifest destiny

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn

With the thoughts from a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn

Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn

Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn

It goes a-1, 2, 3
Another funky radical bombtrack
Started as a sketch in my notebook
And now dope hooks make punks take another look
My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear
That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere

With the thoughts from a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn

Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn!

KILLING IN THE NAME
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Killing in the name of!
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work 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
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
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 work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Uggh!

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control (7 times)
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya!

Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
Come on!

Yeah! Come on!

Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!
Motherfucker!
Uggh!

TAKE THE POWER BACK
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Bring that shit in! Uggh!

Yeah, the movement's in motion with mass militant poetry
Now check this out...uggh!

In the right light, study becomes insight
But the system that dissed us
Teaches us to read and right

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
Holes in our spirit causin' tears and fears
One-sided stories for years and years and years
I'm inferior? Who's inferior?
Yeah, 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
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies

Uggh!

Yeah!

Take it back y'all
Take it back, a-take it back
A-take it back y'all, come on!
Take it back y'allTake it back, a-take it backA-take it back y'all, 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 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) All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams 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 I think I heard a shot I think I heard a shot I think I heard a shot I think I heard a shot I think I heard, I think I heard a shot '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 neutralize them, neutralize them, neutralize them' Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! How long? Not long, cause what you reap is what you sow 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 along on the wheel A mind full of fire And a fistful of steel And if the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button But if ya bowin' down Then let me do the cuttin' Yeah! Wit' a fistful of steel! Come on! Uggh! Wit' a fistful of steel! Uggh! 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 a 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 Fight the war, fuck the norm Fight the war, fuck the norm Fight the war, fuck the norm Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm Fight the war, fuck the norm Fight the war, fuck the norm Fight the war, fuck the norm 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 Fight the war, fuck the norm Fight the war, fuck the norm Fight the war, fuck the norm FREEDOM -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Uggh! Pull, pull Wuh! Come on! Uggh! Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list Al live, never on a floppy disk Inka, inka, bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion Drawn up by the thoughts I think Yeah! Come on! The militant poet in once again, check it It's set up like a deck of cards They're sending us to early graves For all the diamonds They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades With poetry I paint the pictures that hit More like the murals that fit Don't turn away Get in front of it Brotha, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose it on the wall Playin' tic-tac-toe? Yo, check the diagonal Three brothers gone Come on Doesn't that make it three in a row? Anger is a gift Come on! Uggh! 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 Anger is a gift Freedom, Freedom, yeah right Evil Empire PEOPLE OF THE SUN -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yeah people come up Yeah, we better turn tha bass up on this one Check it, since 1516 minds attacked and overseen Now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream Wit their borders and boots on top of us Pullin' knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis But how you gonna get what you need ta get? Tha gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like Tet Tha fifth sun sets get back reclaim Tha spirit of Cuahtemoc alive an untamed Now face tha funk now blastin' out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica That vulture came ta try and steal ya name But now you got a gun, yeah this is for the people of the sun It's comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around again! Uh! It's comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around again! Uh! Yeah, neva forget that tha wip snapped ya back Ya spine cracked for tobacco, oh I'm the Marlboro man, uh Our past blastin' on through the verses Brigades of taxi cabs rollin' Broadway like hearses Troops strippin' zoots, shots of red mist, Sailors blood on tha deck, come sista resist From tha era of terror check this photo lens, Now tha city of angels does the ethnic cleanse Uh, heads bobbin' to tha funk out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica That vulture came to try and steal ya name But now you found a gun, you're history, this is for the people of the sun It's comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around again! Yeah! It's comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around again! It's comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around again! It's comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around! Of the sun BULLS ON PARADE -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Come wit it now! Come wit it now! The microphone explodes, shattering the molds Either 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-op Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power dons That five sided fist-a-gon Tha 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 They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library Line up to tha mind cemetary now 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 a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells Bulls on parade Come wit it now! Come wit it now! Bulls on parade! Bulls on parade! Bulls on parade! Bulls on parade! Bulls on parade! VIETNOW -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio Nah fuck it, turn it off Turn it off, turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio Nah fuck it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene Merge on tha networks, slangin' nerve gas Up jump tha boogie then bang, let 'em hang While tha paraniod try ta stuff tha void Let's capture this AM mayhem Undressed, and blessed by tha Lord Tha power pendulum swings by tha umbilical cord Shock around tha clock, from noon 'til noon Men grabbin' they mics, and stuff 'em into tha womb Terror's tha product ya push Well I'm a truth addict, oh shit I gotta headrush Sheep tremble an here come tha votes Thrown from tha throat, new cages an scapegoats Undressed and blessed by tha Lord Tha same devil that ran around Managua wit a sword Check out tha new style that Ollie found I tune in wit a bullet ta shut down tha devil sound Shut down tha devil sound Tha program of Vietnow Shut down tha devil sound Turn on the radio, nah fuck it turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio Nah fuck it, turn it off Turn it off, turn on the radio, nah fuck it turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio Nah fuck it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene Flex tha cerebellum, fire, uh! Somebody gotta shell 'em These evil angels lists, hittin' tha AM playlist Paid ta say this That one inhuman, illegal, single woman Tha one wit out a room The transmissions wippin' our backs Yeah, comin' down like bats from Stacy Coon Terror's tha product ya push Well I'm a truth addict, oh shit I gotta headrush Tha sheep tremble an here come tha votes Thrown from tha throat, new cages and scapegoats One caution tha mics a detonator unwound Ta shut down tha devil sound Shut down tha devil sound Check tha heads bow in vietnow Shut down tha devil sound Is all tha world jails and churches? Is all tha world jails and churches? Is all tha world jails and churches? Is all tha world jails and churches? Is all tha world jails and churches? Radio, nah fuck it, turn it off Fear is your only god on tha radio Nah fuck it, turn it off Turn it off, turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off Fear is your only god on tha radio Nah fuck it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god REVOLVER -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- His spit is worth more than her work Pass the purse to the pugilists He's a prizefighter And he bought rings and he owns kin And now he's swingin' And now he's the champion Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver A spotless domain Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more Pictures of fields without fences A spotless domain Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more Pictures of fields without fences Her body numbs as he approaches the door As he approaches the door As he approaches the door As he approaches the door As he approaches Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Yeah! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Revolver! Revolver! Revolver! Revolver SNAKECHARMER -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Satellites and, pair of mirrors and, and a man without a home With a horse, and a rider, and a clever, cunning killer Silent in error and vocal in spotlights Lying always sucking on a bottle of, that sweet, indulgent fluid Oh greed oh yes oh greed oh yes! Oh greed oh yes Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Your friendship is a fog That disappears when the wind redirects You! Yes you! Father's expectations, soul soaked in, spit and urine And you gotta make it where? To a sanctuary that's a fragile American hell An empty dream A selfish, horrific vision Passed on like the deadliest of viruses Crushing you and your naive profession Have no illusions boy Vomit all ideals and serve Sleep and wake and serve And don't just think just wake and serve Yeah! Yeah! (Left channel - 26 years in this stage Yeah! you're 26 years in this stage) Yeah! Your friendship is a fog That disappears when the wind redirects 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? Oh she's got everyone's eyes Yeah! In every home there's a sickening distress Yeah! Of roll that film she's a precious, a precious one But we're all gonna......nah we're already dead! We're already dead! And those colorful words for tha Laos frontiers-man Who passed away with the truth Amidst the eulogies of bliss Who will know now what I know about you? Now that history's a flowery cancerous mess Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me A mess! Overbearing yes ya tryin' ta tire me A mess! Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me So get the fuck from in front of me Nah let's see it broken, bloody and undressed! We're already dead! (Guitar solo) In a violent time I wanna be Jackie Onassis I wanna wear a pair of dark sunglasses I wanna be Jackie O Oh oh oh oh please don't die! Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me I can see you in front of me, front of me Ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me Why don't you get from in front of me? Ruh! We're already dead! We're already dead! We're already dead! DOWN RODEO -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight can't fight alone Funk tha track my verbs fly like tha family stone Tha pen devils set that stage for tha war at home Locked wit out a wage ya standin' in tha drop zone The clockers born starin' at an empty plate Momma's torn hands cover her sunken face We hungry but them belly full The structure is set ya neva change it with a ballot pull In tha ruins there's a network for tha toxic rock School yard ta precinct, suburb ta project block Bosses broke south for new flesh and a factory floor The remains left chained to the powder war Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse So make a move and plead the fifth 'cause ya can't plead the first Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one Yes I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas get romantic They ain't gonna send us campin' like they did my man Fred Hampton Still we lampin' still clockin' dirt for our sweat A ballots dead so a bullet's what I get A thousand years they had tha tools We should be takin' 'em Fuck tha G-ride I want the machines that are makin' em Our target straight wit a room full of armed pawn to Off tha kings out tha west side at dawn Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse Make a move and plead the fifth 'cause ya can't plead the first Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun The rungs torn from the ladder can't reach the tumour One god, one market, one truth, one consumer Just a quiet peaceful dance! Just a quiet peaceful dance! Just a quiet peaceful dance! Just a quiet peaceful dance! Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we'll never have Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we don't have WITHOUT A FACE -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Uh! Got no card so I got not soul Life is prison, no parole, no control Tha jura got my number on a wire tap 'Cause I jack for similac, fuck a cadillac Survive one motive no hope 'Cause every sidewalk I walk is like a tightrope Yes I know my deadline sire, when my life expires I'm sendin' paper south under tha barbed wire Tha mother of my child will lose her mind at my grave It's my life for their life so call it a free trade "Por vida" and our name up on tha stall I took a death trip when I tried ta cross tha white wall Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face One motive no hope ah, born without a face Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face One motive no hope ah, yeah, born without a face Without a face Yeah, I tried ta look back ta my past long lost A blood donor ta tha land owner holocaust Pops heart stopped, in came tha air drop Flooded tha trench he couldn't shake tha toxic shock Maize was all we needed ta sustain Now her golden skin burns, insecticide rain Ya down wit DDT yeah you know me Raped for tha grapes, profit for tha bourgeois War tape boomin' path is Luminoso I'm headed north like my name was kid Cisco To survive one motive no hope, ah It's hard ta breathe wit Wilson's head around my throat Strangled and mangled another SS curtain call When I tried ta cross tha white wall When I tried ta cross tha white walls Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face One motive no hope ah, born without a face Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face One motive no hope ah, born without a face You say fortify, reaction, you divide And you say fortify, reaction, reaction And you say fortify, reaction, reaction You say fortify, reaction, you divide WIND BELOW -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Flip this capital eclipse Tha vocal tone has got 'em sweatin' their own apocalypse Yes, rebel of tha grains stand masterless Tha masked ones cap one NAFTA comin' with tha new disaster And yes we in wit tha wind an tha plan de Ayala kin Are comin' back around again Tha slave driver saliva, one night power turns Them devils mouths dry, now Mexico burns So here they come one by one them killers of the new frontier Occupy, causin' fear, come on Wit the wind below We in wit the wind below Wit the wind Flip this capital eclipse Them bury life wit IMF shifts, and poison lips Yo they talk it, while slicin' our veins yo so mark it From the FINCAS overseers, to them vultures playin' markets She ain't got nothin' but weapon and shawl She is Chol, Tzotzil, Tojolobal, Tzeltal The tools are her tools, Ejidos and ovaries She once suffocated, now through a barrel she breathes She is the wind below The wind She is the wind below And all the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the truth While the new trust is gonna flex, and cast their image in you Yeah all the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the truth And while the new trust tries ta flex, and cast their image in you And GE is gonna flex and try and annex the truth And NBC is gonna flex and cast their image in you And Disney bought the fantasies and piles of eyes And ABC's new thrill rides of trials and lies And while the gut eaters strain to pull the mud from their mouths They force our ears to go deaf to the screams in the south Yeah! But we in wit the wind below! But we in wit the wind below! But we in wit the wind below! 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 cock back tha sling to stone a settler And breaks him off clean, call me the upsetter Here comes the hands on the leashes The cross, the capital, the pale families, the fear and the mouthpieces The single sista lynch The cell doors crash And the master's drums echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo Roll right! Roll call! But now we're alright, we're all calm! Roll right! Roll call! And now we're alright, we're all calm! This hits like fists bomb with the left and don't miss With the sickest stilo I spark fear like pigs in the park Head crack, I hijack the papers The vapors caught fire up in your mind Come back rewind one time Here comes the hands on the leashes The cross, the capital, the pale families, the fear and the mouthpieces The single sista lynch The cell doors crash And the master's drums echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo Roll right! Roll call! But now we're alright, we're all calm! Roll right! Roll call! We gotta take 'em to tha seventh level We gotta take 'em to tha seventh level For their lives and my lives were never settled Come on, don't freeze when zero hour comes Come on, come on, don't freeze when zero hour comes Come on Send 'em to tha seventh level! Send 'em to tha seventh level! Send 'em to tha seventh level! Send 'em to tha seventh level! For their lives and my lives were never settled YEAR OF THA BOOMERANG -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tha sistas are in so check the front line Seems I spent the '80s in the Haiti state of mind Cast me into classes for electro shock Straight incarcerated, the curriculum's a cell block I'm swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spit Instructor come separate the healthy from tha sick Ya weigh me on a scale, 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, talk about my birthrights Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates Aw, power to tha people '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 property but yo I'm a piece of it So let tha guilty hang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it In the year of tha boomerang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it So let tha guilty hang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it In the year of tha boomerang Yeah! Now it's upon you! Now it's upon you! Tha sistas are in so check the front line Seems I spent the '80s in the Haiti state of mind Cast me into classes for electro shock Straight incarcerated, the curriculum's a cell block Swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spit Instructor come separate the healthy from 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, talk about my birthrights Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates Aw, power to tha people, yeah, yeah Tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die 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 property but yo I'm a piece of it So let tha guilty hang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it Uh! In the year of tha boomerang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it So let tha guilty hang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it In the year of tha boomerang Yeah! Now it's upon you! Now it's upon you! You! You! You! You! You! You! You! You! *The Battle Of Los Angeles TESTIFY -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- UGH! The movie ran through me The glamour subdue me The tabloid untie me I'm empty please fill me Mister anchor assure me That Baghdad is burning Your voice it is so soothing That cunning mantra of killing I need you my witness To dress this up so bloodless To numb me and purge me now Of thoughts of blaming you Yes the car is our wheelchair My witness your coughing Oily silence mocks the legless Ones who travel now in coffins On the corner The jury's sleepless We found your weakness And it's right outside our door Now testify Now testify It's right outside our door Now testify Yes testify It's right outside our door With precision you feed me My witness I'm hungry Your temple it calms me So I can carry on My slaving sweating the skin right off my bones On a bed of fire I'm choking on the smoke that fills my home The wrecking ball rushing Witness your blushing The pipeline is gushing While here we lie in tombs While on the corner The jury's sleepless We found your weakness And it's right outside your door Now testify Yeah testify It's right outside our door Now testify Now testify It's right outside our door Mass graves for the pump and the price is set Mass graves for the pump and the price is set Mass graves for the pump and the price is set Mass graves for the pump 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 It's right outside our door Now testify Testify It's right outside our door GUERILLA RADIO -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Transmission third world war third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground No shelter if you're lookin' for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As the polls close like a casket On truth devoured A Silent play in the shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The camera's 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 and stole your eyes Or 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 Guerrilla Radio Turn that shit up Lights out Guerrilla Radio Turn that shit up Lights out Guerrilla Radio Turn that shit up Lights out Guerrilla Radio Contact I highjacked the frequencies Blockin' the beltway Move on D.C. Way past the days of Bombin' M.C.'s 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 It's my radio dial Lights out Guerrilla Radio Turn that shit up Lights out Guerrilla Radio Turn that shit up Lights out Guerrilla Radio Turn that shit up Lights out Guerrilla Radio 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 can't stop us now All hell can't stop us now All hell can't stop us now All hell can't stop us now All hell can't stop us now All hell can't stop us now CALM LIKE A BOMB -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Feel the funk blast Feel the funk blast Feel the funk blast Feel the funk blast Feel the funk blast Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out, yo, yo, yo I be walkin' god like a dog My narrative fearless My word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home from Paris Like Steel from a furnace I was born landless This is tha native son Born of Zapata's guns Stroll through tha shanties And tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry But with different last names These vultures rob everything Leave nothing but chains Pick a point on tha globe Yes tha pictures tha same There's a bank There's a church a myth and a hearse A mall and a loan a child dead at birth There's a widow pig parrot A rebel to tame A whitehooded judge A syringe and a vein And tha riot be tha rhyme of tha unheard what ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? Calm like a bomb Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite Calm like a bomb Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite This ain't subliminal Feel tha critical mass approach horizon Tha pulse of tha condemned Sound off America's demise Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Yes I spit fire Hope lies in tha smoldering rubble of empires Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains Tha same bodies buried hungry But with different last names These vultures rob everyone Leave nothing but chains Pick a point here at home Yes tha picture's tha same There's a field full of slaves Some corn and some debt There's a ditch full of bodies Tha check for tha rent There's a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone Tha numb black screen That be feelin' like home And tha riot be tha rhyme of tha unheard What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? Calm like a bomb Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite Calm like a bomb Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite Calm like a bomb Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite Calm like a bomb Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite Calm like a bomb Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite Calm like a bomb Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite Calm like a bomb Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite Calm like a bomb Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite Calm Like a bomb There's a mass without roofs There's a prison to fill There's a country's soul that reads post no bills There's a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill There's a right to obey And there's a right to kill There's a mass without roofs There's a prison to fill There's a country's soul that reads post no bills There's a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill There's a right to obey And there's a right to kill MIC CHECK -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Oh Wait a minute now Ha ha ha Come on 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 We 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 tha gaze of tha cops Whose huntin' for 9 to 5's through factory locks Is now hunted on this modern day auction block Mic Check, ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Mic Check, ha ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, what? Mic Check, ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Mic Check, ha ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, what? Check check check check the check, oh packin Flexin' and mashin' With complex text Fast and in a fashion That snap back necks Quicker than a fed cash tha company checks Come with tha fire only Marley could catch This be tha flame in tha cellar beware Nameless cold millions gaspin' for air Those naked and wageless Now scream within cages What, they make you pull your shit Just to get your share, what? Mic Check, ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Mic Check, ha ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, what? Mic Check, ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Mic Check, ha ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, what? Welcome down with the warrior sound, UGH! 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? Tha politricks who rob and hold down your zone? Or those who give tha thieves tha key to their homes? Tha pig who's free to murder one Shucklak Or survivors who make a move and murder one back? 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? Tha politricks who rob and hold down your zone? Or those who give tha thieves tha key to their homes? Tha pig who's free to murder one Shucklak Or survivors who make a move and murder one back? Mic Check, ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Mic Check, ha ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, what? Mic Check, ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Mic Check, ha ha ha ha I be the anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, what? SLEEP NOW IN THE FIRE -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- YEAAAH! 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 Dont dare take what you need I'll jail and bury those committed And smother the rest in greed Crawl with me into tomorrow Or i'll drag you to your grave I'm deep inside your children They'll betray you in my name Hey! Hey! Sleep now in the fire Hey! Hey! Sleep now in the fire The lie is my expense The scope with my desire The party blessed me with its future And i protect it with fire I am the nina, the pinta, the santa maria The noose and the rapist, the fields overseer The agents of orange The priests of hiroshima The cost of my desire Sleep now in the fire Hey! Hey! Sleep now in the fire Hey! Hey! Sleep now in the fire For it's the end of history It's caged and frozen still There is no other pill to take So swallow the one That makes 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 YEAAAH! Sleep now in the fire! Sleep now in the fire! Sleep now in the fire! Sleep now in the fire! (Tom picks up a Korean radio station on his amp.) 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 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 night Forever awake he lies shaking and starving Praying for someone to turn off the light Born of a broken man, never a broken man Born of a broken man, but not a broken man Born of a broken man, never a broken man Born of a broken man, but not a broken man My fear is hunting me down Capturing my memories The frontier of laos 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 YEAAAH! Born of a broken man, but not a broken man Born of a broken man, never a broken man Born of a broken man, never a broken man Born of a broken man, but not 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 When young run foaming at the mouth with hate When burning batons beat the freezing who shake Under the toxic sunsets they dine and toast Of walls deny the terror faced By the children born as ghosts Born as ghosts A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our word Born as ghosts A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our word Born as ghosts A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our word Born as ghosts We're the children born as ghosts 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 Myth of the dream Myth of the dream A suffering that shocks the lives off the screen Myth of the dream Myth of the dream Born as ghosts A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our word Born as ghosts A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our word Born as ghosts A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our word Born as ghosts We are the children born as ghosts Born as ghosts Born as ghosts Born as ghosts A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our word Born as ghosts A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our word Born as ghosts A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our word Born as ghosts We're the children born as ghosts Born as ghosts Born as ghosts MARIA -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tha sun ablaze as Maria's foot Touches tha 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 comes tha exhaust And it rips through her lungs She's off fast to tha pasture Like cattle she'll cross Degree 106 Sweat and vomit are thrown And she prays and suffocates Upon tha memories of home Of Yanqui guns for blood debts on tha 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 Through history's rivers of blood She regenerates And like tha sun disappears only to reappear She's eternally here Her time is near Never conquered but here To tear away at tha 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 chained to his will "My job is to kill if you forget to take your pill" Her arms jerks Tha sisters gather round her and scream As if in a dream Eyes on tha crimson stream Numb as her wrists spit shots of blood to tha floor I am nothing, no one, nobody, no more These are her mountains and skies and she radiates And through history's 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 To tear away at tha mask To tear away at tha mask To tear away at tha mask No minutes to rest No moment to pray No minutes to rest No moment to pray No minutes to rest It eclipses her day Just a moment to pray ugh! To tear away at tha mask Away at tha mask To tear away at tha mask To tear away at tha mask VOICE OF THE VOICELESS -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- UGH!, UGH! C'mon, check it Through steel walls Your voice blastin' on True rebel my brother Mumia I reflect upon You be tha spark That set tha prairie fires on Make tha masses a mastodon path To trample tha fascists on At fifteen exposed Philly's finest killing machine With 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 tha voice of tha voiceless You'll never silence tha voice of tha voiceless You see tha powerful got nervous Cause he refused to be their servant 'Cause he spit truth And burned like black churches Prose and verses A million poor in hearses Watch tha decision of Dred Scott As it reserves So long as tha rope Is tight around Mumia's neck Let there be no rich white life We bound to respect Cause and effect Can't ya smell tha smoke in tha breeze My panther my brother we are at war until you're free You'll never silence tha voice of tha voiceless You'll never silence tha voice of tha voiceless You'll never silence tha voice of tha voiceless You'll never silence tha voice of tha voiceless And Orwell's hell a terror era coming through But this little brother's watching you too And Orwell's hell a terror era coming through But this little brother's watching you too NEW MILLENNIUM HOMES -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hungry people don't stay hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as they reach for tha dawn Hungry people don't 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 tha raw bone Tha blood on tha floor of tha tear is still dryin' Cover tha spread sheets Tha Dow Jones skyin' Tha cell block live stock Tha bodies they buyin' Old south order New northern horizon Violence in all hands Embrace it if need be (Violence in all hands, Embrace it if need be) Livin' been warfare I press it to CD (Livin' been warfare, I press it to CD) Violence in all hands Embrace it if need be (Violence in all hands, Embrace it if need be) Livin' been warfare I press it to CD (Livin' been warfare, I press it to CD) A fire in tha master's house is set A fire in tha master's house is set A fire in tha master's house is set A fire in tha master's house is set Hungry people don't stay hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as the wheat grows strong Hungry people don't stay hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as they reach for tha dawn Yo, yo, check tha high tech terror Of tha new order athletes Peering into tha eyes of tha child already on trial These 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 (Violence in all hands, Embrace it if need be) Livin' been warfare I press it to CD (Livin' been warfare, I press it to CD) Violence in all hands Embrace it if need be (Violence in all hands, Embrace it if need be) Livin' been warfare I press it to CD (Livin' been warfare, I press it to CD) A fire in tha master's house is set A fire in tha master's house is set A fire in tha master's house is set A fire in tha master's 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 master's hill Are buried for drinking The rivers water while Shackled to the 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 This is the new sound, just like the old sound Just like the noose wound, over new ground Listen to the facist sing "Take hope here War is elsewhere You were chosen This is Gods land Soon we'll 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 priest that fucked you As he whispered holy things A mass of tears have transform the stones now Sharpened on suffering And woven into the 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 This is the new sound, just like the old sound Just like the noose wound, over the new ground This is the new sound, just like the old sound Just like the noose wound, over the new ground Ain't the new sound, just like the old sound Look at the noose now, over the, over the, over the burning ground Ain't it funny how the factory doors close Round the time that the school doors close Round the time that the doors of the jail cells Open up to greet you like the reaper Ain't its funny how the factory 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 Oh, oh Oasis This is no oasis This is the new sound, just like the old sound Just like the noose wound, over the new ground This is the new sound, just like the old sound Just like the noose wound, over the new ground Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall (ha, ha) Like ashes in the fall (ho, ho) Like ashes in the fall (ha, ha) Like ashes in the fall (ho, ho) Like ashes in the fall (ha, ha) Like ashes in the fall (ho, ho) Like ashes in the fall (ha, ha) Like ashes in the fall (ho, ho) Like ashes in the fall (ha, ha) Like ashes in the fall (ho, ho) Like ashes in the fall (ha, ha) Like ashes in the fall (ho, ho) Like ashes in the fall (ha, ha) Like ashes in the fall (ho, ho) Like ashes in the fall (ha, ha) (Zack mixed over himself) WAR WITHIN A BREATH -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Every official that comes 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 A black flag and a red star A rising sun loomin' over Los Angeles Cause for Raza livin in La La Is like Gaza on to tha dawn of Intifada Reach for tha lessons tha masked pass on And seize tha metropolis It's you that it's built on Everything can change on a new years day Everything can change on a new years day Everything can change on a new years day And everything changed on a new years day, c'mon War within a breath It's land or death War within a breath It's land or death War within a breath It's land or death War within a breath It's land! Their existence is a crime Their seat their robe their tie Their land deeds Their hired guns They're tha crime Shots heard underground round tha rapture Tha world's eye captured At last in a Mexican pasture Tha masked screaming land or death Within a breath A war from tha depth of time Who shot four puppet governors in a line Who shook all tha world bankers Who think they can rhyme Shot tha landlords who knew it was mine Yes, it's a war from tha depth of time Everything can change on a new years day Everything can change on a new years day Everything can change on a new years day And everything can change on a new years day, c'mon Oh, Hear the masked scream War within a breath It's land or death War within a breath It's land or death War within a breath It's land or death War within a breath It's land or death It's land or death YEAAAH! oh, c'mon, c'mon, yes, yes, yes It's war within a breath It's land or death War within a breath It's land or death War within a breath It's land or death War within a breath It's land or death NO SHELTER (Australian BOLA only, and Godzilla Soundtrack) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The main attraction - distraction got ya number than nnumber than numb Empty ya pockets son; they got you thinkin that What ya need is what they sellin Make you think that buyin is rebellin From the theaters to malls on every shore Tha thin line between entertainment and war The frontline is everywhere, there be no shelter here Speilberg the nightmare works so push it far Amistad was a whip, the truth was feathered and tarred Memory erased, burned and scarred Trade in ya history for a VCR Cinema, simulated life, ill drama Fourth Reich culture - Americana Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for Tha
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