7.1.00
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
As everything changed on new years day
Everything can change on a new years day
As everything changed on new years day
War within a breath
It's land or death
Their existence is a crime
Their seat their robe their tie
Their land deeds
Their hired guns
They're tha crime
Shots heard underground round 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 a war from tha depth of time
Everything can change on a new years day
As everything changed on new years day
Everything can change on a new years day
As everything changed on new years day
War within a breath
It's land or death
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
As everything changed on new years day
Everything can change on a new years day
As everything changed on new years day
War within a breath
It's land or death
Their existence is a crime
Their seat their robe their tie
Their land deeds
Their hired guns
They're tha crime
Shots heard underground round 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 a war from tha depth of time
Everything can change on a new years day
As everything changed on new years day
Everything can change on a new years day
As everything changed on new years day
War within a breath
It's land or death
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 river's water
While shackled to the line
At the empty well
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
Listen to the fascist sing
"Take hope here
War is elsewhere
You were chosen
This is god's land
Soon we'll be free
Of blot and mixture
Seeds planted by our
Forefather's hand"
A mass of promises
Begin to rupture
Like the pockets
Of the new world kings
Like swollen stomachs
In Appalachia
It's the priests that fuck you
As they whisper holy things
A mass of tears have transformed to stones now
Sharpened on suffering
And woven into slings
Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress
Taking today what tomorrow never brings
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new 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 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
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
Like ashes in the fall
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 river's water
While shackled to the line
At the empty well
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
Listen to the fascist sing
"Take hope here
War is elsewhere
You were chosen
This is god's land
Soon we'll be free
Of blot and mixture
Seeds planted by our
Forefather's hand"
A mass of promises
Begin to rupture
Like the pockets
Of the new world kings
Like swollen stomachs
In Appalachia
It's the priests that fuck you
As they whisper holy things
A mass of tears have transformed to stones now
Sharpened on suffering
And woven into slings
Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress
Taking today what tomorrow never brings
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new 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 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
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
Like ashes in the fall
New Millenium Homes
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 is in all hands
Embrace it if need be
Livin' been warfare
I press it to CD
A fire in tha master's house is set
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 is in all hands
Embrace it if need be
Livin' been warfare
I press it to CD
A fire in tha master's house is set
11.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 river's water
While shackled to the line
At the empty well
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
Listen to the fascist sing
"Take hope here
War is elsewhere
You were chosen
This is god's land
Soon we'll be free
Of blot and mixture
Seeds planted by our
Forefather's hand"
A mass of promises
Begin to rupture
Like the pockets
Of the new world kings
Like swollen stomachs
In Appalachia
It's the priests that fuck you
As they whisper holy things
A mass of tears have transformed to stones now
Sharpened on suffering
And woven into slings
Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress
Taking today what tomorrow never brings
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new 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 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
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
Like ashes in the fall
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 is in all hands
Embrace it if need be
Livin' been warfare
I press it to CD
A fire in tha master's house is set
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 is in all hands
Embrace it if need be
Livin' been warfare
I press it to CD
A fire in tha master's house is set
11.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 river's water
While shackled to the line
At the empty well
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
Listen to the fascist sing
"Take hope here
War is elsewhere
You were chosen
This is god's land
Soon we'll be free
Of blot and mixture
Seeds planted by our
Forefather's hand"
A mass of promises
Begin to rupture
Like the pockets
Of the new world kings
Like swollen stomachs
In Appalachia
It's the priests that fuck you
As they whisper holy things
A mass of tears have transformed to stones now
Sharpened on suffering
And woven into slings
Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress
Taking today what tomorrow never brings
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new 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 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
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
Like ashes in the fall
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 all 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 see tha powerful got nervous
Cause he refused to be their servant
'Cause he spit truth
That shook heads
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
And Orwell's hell a terror era coming through
But this little brother's watching you too
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Uh, Uh / Uh, Uh
Cmon check it / Avanti, ascolta
Through Steel walls / Attraverso mura d'Acciaio
Your voice blastin on / La tua voce che esplode e esplode
True rebel, my brother Mumia / Vero ribelle, mio fratello Mumia
I reflect upon / Su cui rifletto
You be tha spark / Che tu sia quella scintilla
That set the prairie fires on / Che accende i fuochi delle praterie
Make the masses a mastodon path / Fa delle masse un sentiero mastodontico
To trample the fascists on / Per calpestare i fascisti
At fifteen exposed Phillys finest killing machine / A quindici espose la migliore macchina assassina Phillys
Boots and mad guns / Stivali e fucili folli
They pacify ya young / Ti calmano giovane
Cause and effect / Causa ed effetto
Smell tha smoke and tha breeze / Senti l'odore di quel fumo e quella brezza
My panther, my brother / Mia pantera, fratello mio
We are at war until youre free / Siamo in guerra finché sei libero
Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless / Non metterai mai a tacere la voce dei senza voce
Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless / Non metterai mai a tacere la voce dei senza voce
Yet tha powerful got nervous / Si, quella potenza si è innervosita
Cause he refused to be their servant / Perché lui ha rifiutato di essere loro servo
He spit truth / Lui sputa verità
That burned like black churches / Che bruciano come chiese nere
Prose and verses / Prosa e versi
A million poor in hearses / Milioni di poveri in carri funebri
Watch the decision of Dred Scott / Guarda la decisione di Dred Scott
As it reverses / Come merita
Long as the rope / Lunga come la corda
Is tied around Mumias neck / E' legata intorno al collo di Mumia
Let there be no rich white life / Che non ci sia nessuna bianca vita di ricco
We bound to respect / Noi costringiamo a rispettare
Cause and effect / Causa ed effetto
Cant ya smell tha smoke in tha breeze / Non senti l'odore di quel fumo nella brezza?
My panther, my brother / Mia pantera, fratello mio
We are at war until you're free / Siamo in guerra finché sei libero
Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless / Non metterete mai a tacere la voce dei senzavoce
Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless / Non metterete mai a tacere la voce dei senzavoce
Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless / Non metterete mai a tacere la voce dei senzavoce
Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless / Non metterete mai a tacere la voce dei senzavoce
And Orwells hell a terror era coming through / E l'inferno di Orwell, arriva un'era di terrore
But this little brothers watching you too / Ma anche questi piccoli fratelli vi stanno a guardare
And Orwells hell a terror era coming through / E l'inferno d Orwell, arriva un'era di terrore
But this little brothers watching you too / Ma anche questi piccoli fratelli vi stanno a guardare
Watching you too / Anche loro vi stanno a guardare
Your voice blastin' on
True rebel my brother Mumia
I reflect upon
You be tha spark
That set all 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 see tha powerful got nervous
Cause he refused to be their servant
'Cause he spit truth
That shook heads
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
And Orwell's hell a terror era coming through
But this little brother's watching you too
-----------------------------
Uh, Uh / Uh, Uh
Cmon check it / Avanti, ascolta
Through Steel walls / Attraverso mura d'Acciaio
Your voice blastin on / La tua voce che esplode e esplode
True rebel, my brother Mumia / Vero ribelle, mio fratello Mumia
I reflect upon / Su cui rifletto
You be tha spark / Che tu sia quella scintilla
That set the prairie fires on / Che accende i fuochi delle praterie
Make the masses a mastodon path / Fa delle masse un sentiero mastodontico
To trample the fascists on / Per calpestare i fascisti
At fifteen exposed Phillys finest killing machine / A quindici espose la migliore macchina assassina Phillys
Boots and mad guns / Stivali e fucili folli
They pacify ya young / Ti calmano giovane
Cause and effect / Causa ed effetto
Smell tha smoke and tha breeze / Senti l'odore di quel fumo e quella brezza
My panther, my brother / Mia pantera, fratello mio
We are at war until youre free / Siamo in guerra finché sei libero
Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless / Non metterai mai a tacere la voce dei senza voce
Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless / Non metterai mai a tacere la voce dei senza voce
Yet tha powerful got nervous / Si, quella potenza si è innervosita
Cause he refused to be their servant / Perché lui ha rifiutato di essere loro servo
He spit truth / Lui sputa verità
That burned like black churches / Che bruciano come chiese nere
Prose and verses / Prosa e versi
A million poor in hearses / Milioni di poveri in carri funebri
Watch the decision of Dred Scott / Guarda la decisione di Dred Scott
As it reverses / Come merita
Long as the rope / Lunga come la corda
Is tied around Mumias neck / E' legata intorno al collo di Mumia
Let there be no rich white life / Che non ci sia nessuna bianca vita di ricco
We bound to respect / Noi costringiamo a rispettare
Cause and effect / Causa ed effetto
Cant ya smell tha smoke in tha breeze / Non senti l'odore di quel fumo nella brezza?
My panther, my brother / Mia pantera, fratello mio
We are at war until you're free / Siamo in guerra finché sei libero
Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless / Non metterete mai a tacere la voce dei senzavoce
Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless / Non metterete mai a tacere la voce dei senzavoce
Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless / Non metterete mai a tacere la voce dei senzavoce
Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless / Non metterete mai a tacere la voce dei senzavoce
And Orwells hell a terror era coming through / E l'inferno di Orwell, arriva un'era di terrore
But this little brothers watching you too / Ma anche questi piccoli fratelli vi stanno a guardare
And Orwells hell a terror era coming through / E l'inferno d Orwell, arriva un'era di terrore
But this little brothers watching you too / Ma anche questi piccoli fratelli vi stanno a guardare
Watching you too / Anche loro vi stanno a guardare
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
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
And 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
Of 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
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
And 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
Of 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
Born Of A Broken Man
[Zack de la Rocha - *whispering*]
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..
[Hook]
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...
[Hook]
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!!
UGH!
UGH!!
My fear is hunting 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..
[guitar riff]
YEAAAH!!
[Hook]
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!!
UGH!
WHA?!
YEAH!!
UGH!!
YEAH!!
C'MON!!
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..
[Hook]
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...
[Hook]
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!!
UGH!
UGH!!
My fear is hunting 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..
[guitar riff]
YEAAAH!!
[Hook]
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!!
UGH!
WHA?!
YEAH!!
UGH!!
YEAH!!
C'MON!!
Sleep Now In The Fire
YEAAAH!
[Zack de la Rocha]
The world is my expense..
The cost of my desire..
Jesus blessed me with its future..
And I protect it with fire..
So raise your fists and march around
Just don't take what you need
I'll jail and bury those committed
And smother the rest in greed!
Crawl with me into tomorrow
Or I'll drag you to your grave
I'm deep inside your children
They'll betray you in my name!
Hey! HEY!!
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!
YEAAAAAAAAAH!!
[guitar riff]
SLEEP NOW IN THE FIRE!!
SLEEP NOW IN THE FIRE!!
SLEEP NOW IN THE FIRE!!
SLEEP NOW IN THE FIRE!!
[Tom Morello's amp picks up a Korean radio station as the song fades]
------------------------------
Il mondo è il mio sacrificio
Il costo del mio desiderio
Gesù mi ha benedetto con il suo futuro
E io lo proteggo con il fuoco
Alza le mani
E mettiti in marcia
Solo non prendere quello di cui hai bisogno
Io imprigionerò e sotterrerò questi impegni
E coprirò il resto di desiderio
Striscia con me nel domani
Oppure ti trascinerò nella tua tomba
Io sono dentro i tuoi bambini
Ti tradiranno nel mio nome
Hey, adesso dormite nel fuoco
Hey, adesso dormite nel fuoco
La bugia è il mio sacrificio
Lo scopo del mio desiderio
La festa mi ha benedetto con il suo futuro
E io la proteggo con il fuoco
Sono la Nina, la Pinta la Santa Maria
Il cappio e lo stupratore
Il capo squadra del campo
Gli agenti in arancione
il prete di Hiroshima
il prezzo del mio desiderio
adesso dormite nel fuoco
Perciò la fine della storia
È imprigionata e ancora gelida
Non ci sono altre pillole da prendere
Perciò inghiotti l'unica
Che ti fa star male
La Nina la Pinta la Santa Maria
Il cappio e lo stupratore
Il capo squadra del campo
Gli agenti in arancione
il prete di Hiroshima
il prezzo del mio desiderio
adesso dormite nel fuoco
si
adesso dormite nel fuoco
adesso dormite nel fuoco
adesso dormite nel fuoco
adesso dormite nel fuoco
[Zack de la Rocha]
The world is my expense..
The cost of my desire..
Jesus blessed me with its future..
And I protect it with fire..
So raise your fists and march around
Just don't take what you need
I'll jail and bury those committed
And smother the rest in greed!
Crawl with me into tomorrow
Or I'll drag you to your grave
I'm deep inside your children
They'll betray you in my name!
Hey! HEY!!
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!
YEAAAAAAAAAH!!
[guitar riff]
SLEEP NOW IN THE FIRE!!
SLEEP NOW IN THE FIRE!!
SLEEP NOW IN THE FIRE!!
SLEEP NOW IN THE FIRE!!
[Tom Morello's amp picks up a Korean radio station as the song fades]
------------------------------
Il mondo è il mio sacrificio
Il costo del mio desiderio
Gesù mi ha benedetto con il suo futuro
E io lo proteggo con il fuoco
Alza le mani
E mettiti in marcia
Solo non prendere quello di cui hai bisogno
Io imprigionerò e sotterrerò questi impegni
E coprirò il resto di desiderio
Striscia con me nel domani
Oppure ti trascinerò nella tua tomba
Io sono dentro i tuoi bambini
Ti tradiranno nel mio nome
Hey, adesso dormite nel fuoco
Hey, adesso dormite nel fuoco
La bugia è il mio sacrificio
Lo scopo del mio desiderio
La festa mi ha benedetto con il suo futuro
E io la proteggo con il fuoco
Sono la Nina, la Pinta la Santa Maria
Il cappio e lo stupratore
Il capo squadra del campo
Gli agenti in arancione
il prete di Hiroshima
il prezzo del mio desiderio
adesso dormite nel fuoco
Perciò la fine della storia
È imprigionata e ancora gelida
Non ci sono altre pillole da prendere
Perciò inghiotti l'unica
Che ti fa star male
La Nina la Pinta la Santa Maria
Il cappio e lo stupratore
Il capo squadra del campo
Gli agenti in arancione
il prete di Hiroshima
il prezzo del mio desiderio
adesso dormite nel fuoco
si
adesso dormite nel fuoco
adesso dormite nel fuoco
adesso dormite nel fuoco
adesso dormite nel fuoco
Mic Check (Once Hunting, Now Hunted)
Oh...wait a minute now..
Ha ha ha....Come on..
Wait a minute now..
Check..
[Zack de la Rocha]
To the Young R to the E, the B to the E, the 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 the shadows from the gaze of the cops
Whose huntin' for 9 to 5's through factory locks
Is now hunted on this modern day auction block
[Hook]
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 the company checks
Come with the "Fire" only +Marley+ could +Catch+
This be the flame in the 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?!
[Hook]
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?!
[Tom Morello does guitar riff while Zack yells something]
(Welcome down with the warrior sound, UGH!)
[Tom Morello make guitar sound similarly as a turntable]
With this mic device, I spit nonfiction
"Who got the power?" this be my question
The mass of the few in this torn nation?
The priest, the book, or the congregation?
The politricks who rob and hold down your zone?
Or those who give the thieves the key to their homes?
The pig who's free to murder one Shucklak
Or survivors who make a move and murder one BACK!?
With this mic device, I spit nonfiction!
"Who got the power?" this be my question!
The mass of the few in this torn nation?
The priest, the book, or the congregation?
The politricks who rob and hold down your zone?
Or those who give the thieves the key to their homes?
The pig who's free to murder one Shucklak
Or survivors who make a move and murder one back?
[Hook]
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?!
Ha ha ha....Come on..
Wait a minute now..
Check..
[Zack de la Rocha]
To the Young R to the E, the B to the E, the 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 the shadows from the gaze of the cops
Whose huntin' for 9 to 5's through factory locks
Is now hunted on this modern day auction block
[Hook]
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 the company checks
Come with the "Fire" only +Marley+ could +Catch+
This be the flame in the 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?!
[Hook]
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?!
[Tom Morello does guitar riff while Zack yells something]
(Welcome down with the warrior sound, UGH!)
[Tom Morello make guitar sound similarly as a turntable]
With this mic device, I spit nonfiction
"Who got the power?" this be my question
The mass of the few in this torn nation?
The priest, the book, or the congregation?
The politricks who rob and hold down your zone?
Or those who give the thieves the key to their homes?
The pig who's free to murder one Shucklak
Or survivors who make a move and murder one BACK!?
With this mic device, I spit nonfiction!
"Who got the power?" this be my question!
The mass of the few in this torn nation?
The priest, the book, or the congregation?
The politricks who rob and hold down your zone?
Or those who give the thieves the key to their homes?
The pig who's free to murder one Shucklak
Or survivors who make a move and murder one back?
[Hook]
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?!
Calm Like A Bomb
[*whispers*]
Feel the funk blast..
Feel the funk blast..
FEEL THE THE FUNK BLAST!!
FEEL THE FUNK BLAST!!!
A-FEEL THE FUNK BLAST!!
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out, yo, yo, yo
[Zack de la Rocha]
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 the native son, born of Zapata's guns
Stroll through the shanties and the cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry but with different last names
These vultures rob everything leave nothing but chains
Pick a point on the globe! Yes, the pictures the 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 white-hooded judge, a syringe and a vein
....and the riot be the rhyme of the unheard..
[Hook]
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?!
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
This ain't subliminal, feel the critical mass approach horizon
The pulse of the condemned, sound off America's demise
The anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, yes I spit fire
Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires
Yes back through the shanties and the cities remains
The same bodies buried hungry, but with different last names
These vultures rob everyone, leave nothing but chains
Pick a point here at home, yes the picture's the same
There's a field full of slaves, some corn and some debt
There's a ditch full of bodies, the check for the rent
There's a tap, the phone, the silence of stone
The numb black screen that be feelin' like home
..And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard..
[Hook]
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?!
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A...BOMB!!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
[Tom Morello plays weird guitar riff]
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A...BOMB!!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
(I'm 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 the 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 the mill
There's a right to obey and there's a right to kill
Feel the funk blast..
Feel the funk blast..
FEEL THE THE FUNK BLAST!!
FEEL THE FUNK BLAST!!!
A-FEEL THE FUNK BLAST!!
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out, yo, yo, yo
[Zack de la Rocha]
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 the native son, born of Zapata's guns
Stroll through the shanties and the cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry but with different last names
These vultures rob everything leave nothing but chains
Pick a point on the globe! Yes, the pictures the 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 white-hooded judge, a syringe and a vein
....and the riot be the rhyme of the unheard..
[Hook]
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?!
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
This ain't subliminal, feel the critical mass approach horizon
The pulse of the condemned, sound off America's demise
The anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, yes I spit fire
Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires
Yes back through the shanties and the cities remains
The same bodies buried hungry, but with different last names
These vultures rob everyone, leave nothing but chains
Pick a point here at home, yes the picture's the same
There's a field full of slaves, some corn and some debt
There's a ditch full of bodies, the check for the rent
There's a tap, the phone, the silence of stone
The numb black screen that be feelin' like home
..And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard..
[Hook]
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?!
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A...BOMB!!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
[Tom Morello plays weird guitar riff]
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A...BOMB!!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
(I'm 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 the 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 the mill
There's a right to obey and there's a right to kill
Guerrilla Radio
[Zach de la Rocha]
Transmission, third World War, third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
No Shelter if you're looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket, on truth devoured
A silent play on the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The cameras eyes on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
Yes, a spectacle monopolized!
They hold the reins, stole your eyes!
All the Fist-a-gons, 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!
[Chorus]
LIGHTS OUT! GUERILLA RADIO!
TURN THAT SHIT UP!
LIGHTS OUT! GUERILLA RADIO!
TURN THAT SHIT UP!
LIGHTS OUT! GUERILLA RADIO!
TURN THAT SHIT UP!
LIGHTS OUT! GUERILLA RADIO!
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 got 'em? 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!
[Chorus]
[guitar riff]
[*whispers*]
It has to start somewhere..
It has to start sometime...
What better place than here?..
What better time than now?...
[repeat 6X]
ALL, HELL, CAN'T STOP US NOW!!
Transmission, third World War, third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
No Shelter if you're looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket, on truth devoured
A silent play on the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The cameras eyes on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
Yes, a spectacle monopolized!
They hold the reins, stole your eyes!
All the Fist-a-gons, 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!
[Chorus]
LIGHTS OUT! GUERILLA RADIO!
TURN THAT SHIT UP!
LIGHTS OUT! GUERILLA RADIO!
TURN THAT SHIT UP!
LIGHTS OUT! GUERILLA RADIO!
TURN THAT SHIT UP!
LIGHTS OUT! GUERILLA RADIO!
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 got 'em? 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!
[Chorus]
[guitar riff]
[*whispers*]
It has to start somewhere..
It has to start sometime...
What better place than here?..
What better time than now?...
[repeat 6X]
ALL, HELL, CAN'T STOP US NOW!!
Testify
The movie ran through me
The glamour subdue me
The tabloid untie me
I'm empty please fill me
Mister anchor assure me
That Baghdad is burning
Your voice it is so soothing
That cunning mantra of killing
I need you my witness
To dress this up so bloodless
To numb me and purge me now
Of thoughts of blaming you
Yes the car is our wheelchair
My witness your coughing
Oily silence mocks the legless
Now traveling in coffins
But on the corner
The jury's sleepless
We found your weakness
And it's right outside our door
Now testify
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
My 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
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
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
Now traveling in coffins
But on the corner
The jury's sleepless
We found your weakness
And it's right outside our door
Now testify
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
My 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
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
6.1.00
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!
Yeah!
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!
Yeah!
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 The Sling
To Stone A Settler And Breaks Him Off Clean
Call Me The Upsetter
Here Come The Hands On The Leashes
The Cross, The Capital, The Pale Families, The
Fear And The Mouthpieces
The Single Sista Lynch
The Cell Doors Crash
And The Master's Drum Echo
Roll Right
Roll Call
Now We're Alright
We're All Clam
This Hits Like Fists
Bomb With The Left And Don't Miss
With The Sickest Stilo I Spark Fear In The Pigs
In The Park
Head Crack, I Hijack The Papers And The Vapors
Caught Fire Up In Your Mind
Come Back, Rewind One Time
Here Come The Hands On The Leashes
The Cross, The Capital, The Pale Families, The
Fear And The Mouthpieces
The Single Sista Lynch
The Cell Door Crash
And The Master's Drums Echo
Roll Right
Roll Call
Now We're Alright
We're All Calm
Ellison
Main Line Adrenaline Gaza To Tienanmen
From The Basement I'm Dwellin' In
I Cock Back The Sling
To Stone A Settler And Breaks Him Off Clean
Call Me The Upsetter
Here 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 Drum Echo
Roll Right
Roll Call
Now We're Alright
We're All Clam
This Hits Like Fists
Bomb With The Left And Don't Miss
With The Sickest Stilo I Spark Fear In The Pigs
In The Park
Head Crack, I Hijack The Papers And The Vapors
Caught Fire Up In Your Mind
Come Back, Rewind One Time
Here Come The Hands On The Leashes
The Cross, The Capital, The Pale Families, The
Fear And The Mouthpieces
The Single Sista Lynch
The Cell Door Crash
And The Master's Drums Echo
Roll Right
Roll Call
Now We're Alright
We're All Calm
Wind Below
Flip This Capital Eclipse
Tha Vocal Tone Ahs Got'em Sweatin' Hey Own
Apocalyspe
Yes, Tha Rebles Of Tha Grains Stand
Masterless
Tha Masked Ones Cap One Nafta Commin; With Tha
New Disaster
And Yes Wi 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
Fronteir
To Occupy, We Lost In Fear
We Are The Wind Below
We In Wit The Wind Below
Flip This Capital Eclipse
Them Bury Life Wit Imf Shifts, And
Poison Lips
Yo They Talk It, While Silicin' Our Veins So Mark
It
From Tha Fincas, Overseers, To Them
Vultures Payin' 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
Imgae On You
G.E Is Gonna Flex And Try And Annex
The Truth
Nbc Is Gonna Flex And Cast Their Image
In You
Disney Brought The Fantasies And Piles
Of Eyes
And Abc's New Thrill Rides 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
Tha Vocal Tone Ahs Got'em Sweatin' Hey Own
Apocalyspe
Yes, Tha Rebles Of Tha Grains Stand
Masterless
Tha Masked Ones Cap One Nafta Commin; With Tha
New Disaster
And Yes Wi 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
Fronteir
To Occupy, We Lost In Fear
We Are The Wind Below
We In Wit The Wind Below
Flip This Capital Eclipse
Them Bury Life Wit Imf Shifts, And
Poison Lips
Yo They Talk It, While Silicin' Our Veins So Mark
It
From Tha Fincas, Overseers, To Them
Vultures Payin' 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
Imgae On You
G.E Is Gonna Flex And Try And Annex
The Truth
Nbc Is Gonna Flex And Cast Their Image
In You
Disney Brought The Fantasies And Piles
Of Eyes
And Abc's New Thrill Rides 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
Without A Face
Agin' 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 Dropzone
The Clockers Born Starin' At An Empty Plate
Momma's Torn Hands Cover Her Sunken Face
We Hungry But Them Bully Full
The Structure Is Set Ya Neva Change It With A Ballot Pull
In Tha Ruins There's A Network For Tha Toxic Rock
School Yard Ta Precint, Suburb Ta Project Book
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 Now I'm Rollin' Down Rodeo Wit A
Shot Gun These People Ain't Seen A
Brown Skin Man Since Their Grandparents Brought One
Bare Witness To Tha Sickest Shot While Suckas Get Romantic
They Gonna Send Us Campin' Like They Did My Man Fred Hampton
Still We Lampin' Still Clockin' Dirt For Our Sweat
A Ballots Dead So Bullets What I Get
A Thousand Years You 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 The Kings Out That 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
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 Dropzone
The Clockers Born Starin' At An Empty Plate
Momma's Torn Hands Cover Her Sunken Face
We Hungry But Them Bully Full
The Structure Is Set Ya Neva Change It With A Ballot Pull
In Tha Ruins There's A Network For Tha Toxic Rock
School Yard Ta Precint, Suburb Ta Project Book
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 Now I'm Rollin' Down Rodeo Wit A
Shot Gun These People Ain't Seen A
Brown Skin Man Since Their Grandparents Brought One
Bare Witness To Tha Sickest Shot While Suckas Get Romantic
They Gonna Send Us Campin' Like They Did My Man Fred Hampton
Still We Lampin' Still Clockin' Dirt For Our Sweat
A Ballots Dead So Bullets What I Get
A Thousand Years You 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 The Kings Out That 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
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
(Guitar solo)
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
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
(Guitar solo)
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
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 Roll That Film She's A Precious, A Precious
One
But We're All Gonna...... Nah We're Already
Dead!
We're Already Dead!
And Those Colorful Words For Tha Laos Frontierman
Who Passed Away With The Truth
Amidst Tha Eulogues Of Bliss
Who Will Know Now What I Know About You
Now That History's A Flowery Cancerous Mess
...........A Mess
Nah Let's Ee It Broken, Bloody, And Undresses!
We're Already Dead!
I Wanna Be Jackie Onassis
I Wanna Wear A Pair Of Dark Sunglasses
I Wanna Be Jackie O
Oh, Oh , Oh Please Don't Die
We're Already Dead
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 Roll That Film She's A Precious, A Precious
One
But We're All Gonna...... Nah We're Already
Dead!
We're Already Dead!
And Those Colorful Words For Tha Laos Frontierman
Who Passed Away With The Truth
Amidst Tha Eulogues Of Bliss
Who Will Know Now What I Know About You
Now That History's A Flowery Cancerous Mess
...........A Mess
Nah Let's Ee It Broken, Bloody, And Undresses!
We're Already Dead!
I Wanna Be Jackie Onassis
I Wanna Wear A Pair Of Dark Sunglasses
I Wanna Be Jackie O
Oh, Oh , Oh Please Don't Die
We're Already Dead
Snakecharmer
Satelittes And Mirrors And A Man Without A Home
A Horse And A Rider And A Clever Cunning Killer
Silent In Error And Vocal In Spotlight
Lying Always Sucking On A Bottle Of That Sweet
Indulgent Fluid
Oh Greed Oh Yes
Your Friendship Is A Fog
That Disapperas 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 Amercian
Hell
An Empty Dream
A Slefish, Horrific Vision
Passed On Like The Deadliest Of Viruses
Crushing You
So Have No Illusion Boy
Vomit Up All Ideals And Serve
Sleep And Wake, And Serve
Don't Think Just Wake And Serve
Your Friendship Is A Fog
That Disappears When The Wind Redirects
You Interested In You, Interested In You
Interested In You, Interested In You
Interested In You, Interested In You
A Horse And A Rider And A Clever Cunning Killer
Silent In Error And Vocal In Spotlight
Lying Always Sucking On A Bottle Of That Sweet
Indulgent Fluid
Oh Greed Oh Yes
Your Friendship Is A Fog
That Disapperas 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 Amercian
Hell
An Empty Dream
A Slefish, Horrific Vision
Passed On Like The Deadliest Of Viruses
Crushing You
So Have No Illusion Boy
Vomit Up All Ideals And Serve
Sleep And Wake, And Serve
Don't Think Just Wake And Serve
Your Friendship Is A Fog
That Disappears When The Wind Redirects
You Interested In You, Interested In You
Interested In You, Interested In You
Interested In You, Interested In You
Revolver
His spit is worth more then her work
Pass the purse to the puglist
He's a prizefighter
He brought rings and he owns kin
And now he's swinging
And now he's the champion
Hey revolver, don't mothers make
Good fathers?
Revolver
A spotless domain
Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more
Pictures of the fields without fences
Her body numbs as he approaches the door
Hey revoler don't mothers make
good fathers?
Revolver
Pass the purse to the puglist
He's a prizefighter
He brought rings and he owns kin
And now he's swinging
And now he's the champion
Hey revolver, don't mothers make
Good fathers?
Revolver
A spotless domain
Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more
Pictures of the fields without fences
Her body numbs as he approaches the door
Hey revoler don't mothers make
good fathers?
Revolver
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
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
Bulls On Parade
This microphone explodes, shattering
the molds
Ya 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-opt
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
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
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
Bulls on parade
the molds
Ya 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-opt
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
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
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
Bulls on parade
People Of The Sun
Since 1516 minds attacked and overseen, now
Crawl amidst the ruins of this
Empty dream
They're boredrs and boots on top of us, pullin'
Knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis
So how you gonna get what you need to get? 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 volture came ta try and steal ya 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, shots of red mist,
Sailors blood on tha deck,
Come sista resist
Tha new era of terror check this photo lens,
Tha city of angels foes tha ethnic cleanse
Heads bobbin' to that funk out ya
Speaker, on tha one maya, mexica
That vulture came ya try an steal ya name but now
You found a gun... you're history
This is for tha people of the sun
It's comin' back around again
This is for tha people of tha sun
-----------------------
si popolo, andiamo
si, meglio che alziamo il basso per questa qua
controlla, poiche' fin dal 1516 le menti sono
attaccate e sorvegliate
ora strisciano fra le rovine di questo sogno vuoto
coi loro limiti e i loro stivali sopra di noi
girando manopole sul terreno delle loro metropoli
tossiche
ma come otterrai cio' di cui hai bisogno?
i mangiatori di budella, inzuppati di sangue diventano
ripugnanti come il tetano
il quinto sole tramonta, riottieni il reclamo
lo spirito di Cuahtemoc vivo e indomato
ora affronta il funk a tutto volume, tu che parli, di
quel Maya, mexica
quell'avvoltoio e' venuto per provare a rubare il tuo nome
ma ora hai un fucile, si questo e' per il popolo del sole
sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
questa e' per il popolo del sole!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti! Uh!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
questa e' per il popolo del sole!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti! Uh!
si, non dimenticare mai che la frusta ti ha morso ancora
la tua spina dorsale si e' incrinata per il tabacco,
oh, sono l'uomo Marlboro, uh
il nostro passato che esplode fra i versi
brigate di taxi che girano per Broadway come carri funebri
truppe che si tolgono zoot suit, colpi di nebbia rossa,
sangue di marinai in coperta, su sorella, resisti
dall'era del terrore, controlla queste lenti fotografiche
ora la citta' degli angeli fa la pulizia etnica
uh, teste che vanno su e giu' alla musica funk, a te
che parli, di quel Maya, Mexica
quell'avvoltoio e' venuto per provare a rubare il tuo nome
ma ora che hai trovato un fucile, sei la storia,
questa e' per il popolo del sole
sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
questa e' per il popolo del sole!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti! Si!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
questa e' per il popolo del sole!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
questa e' per il popolo del sole!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
questa e' per il popolo del sole!
sta tornando da queste parti!
del sole
Popolo Del Sole (Originale, come su Bombs & Bullets)
il figlio bastardo e' dentro, nuotando nel mare del funk
libera la corsia, o dovro' inzupparti
su e giu' come una ciambella in una bevanda alla caffeina
allora prendi il lavandino, ti portero' all'orlo
prova lo stile brusco che porto
se il prezzo e' giusto ti porto a fare un viaggio
nella mia vecchia scuola del '62, due colori, bianca e blu
dove non vorresti mai entrare
affronta la mia linea di fondo, senti la terra tremare
il sudore e' sul luogo a Appamattox
sbagliando per la mia cultura
ragazzi bianchi che vennero e cercarono di rubarmi il nome
ma ora ho un fucile, e' per il popolo del sole!
questa e' per il popolo del sole!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
si sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
questa e' per il popolo del sole!
si
non sono uno silenzioso, sono un ribelle,
mai quello normale, perche' sono il figlio del bastardo
cammina piano prima che il cielo dia la vita
ed ora preparo la strada da madre terra
strappo via un bel pezzo grosso di funk
libera la corsia devo inzuppare, non fumo mai la skank o il sest
l'Humboldt, il presentatore del buddha
deve produrre sei tiratori, allora fotti il clacson
affronta le linee di fondo, senti la terra tremare
il sudore e' sul luogo a Appamattox
malcompreso per la mia cultura
ragazzi bianchi che vennero e cercarono di rubarmi il nome
ma ora ho un fucile, e' per il popolo del sole!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
questa e' per il popolo del sole!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
si, sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
questa e' per il popolo del sole!
per il sole!
Crawl amidst the ruins of this
Empty dream
They're boredrs and boots on top of us, pullin'
Knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis
So how you gonna get what you need to get? 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 volture came ta try and steal ya 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, shots of red mist,
Sailors blood on tha deck,
Come sista resist
Tha new era of terror check this photo lens,
Tha city of angels foes tha ethnic cleanse
Heads bobbin' to that funk out ya
Speaker, on tha one maya, mexica
That vulture came ya try an steal ya name but now
You found a gun... you're history
This is for tha people of the sun
It's comin' back around again
This is for tha people of tha sun
-----------------------
si popolo, andiamo
si, meglio che alziamo il basso per questa qua
controlla, poiche' fin dal 1516 le menti sono
attaccate e sorvegliate
ora strisciano fra le rovine di questo sogno vuoto
coi loro limiti e i loro stivali sopra di noi
girando manopole sul terreno delle loro metropoli
tossiche
ma come otterrai cio' di cui hai bisogno?
i mangiatori di budella, inzuppati di sangue diventano
ripugnanti come il tetano
il quinto sole tramonta, riottieni il reclamo
lo spirito di Cuahtemoc vivo e indomato
ora affronta il funk a tutto volume, tu che parli, di
quel Maya, mexica
quell'avvoltoio e' venuto per provare a rubare il tuo nome
ma ora hai un fucile, si questo e' per il popolo del sole
sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
questa e' per il popolo del sole!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti! Uh!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
questa e' per il popolo del sole!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti! Uh!
si, non dimenticare mai che la frusta ti ha morso ancora
la tua spina dorsale si e' incrinata per il tabacco,
oh, sono l'uomo Marlboro, uh
il nostro passato che esplode fra i versi
brigate di taxi che girano per Broadway come carri funebri
truppe che si tolgono zoot suit, colpi di nebbia rossa,
sangue di marinai in coperta, su sorella, resisti
dall'era del terrore, controlla queste lenti fotografiche
ora la citta' degli angeli fa la pulizia etnica
uh, teste che vanno su e giu' alla musica funk, a te
che parli, di quel Maya, Mexica
quell'avvoltoio e' venuto per provare a rubare il tuo nome
ma ora che hai trovato un fucile, sei la storia,
questa e' per il popolo del sole
sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
questa e' per il popolo del sole!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti! Si!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
questa e' per il popolo del sole!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
questa e' per il popolo del sole!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
questa e' per il popolo del sole!
sta tornando da queste parti!
del sole
Popolo Del Sole (Originale, come su Bombs & Bullets)
il figlio bastardo e' dentro, nuotando nel mare del funk
libera la corsia, o dovro' inzupparti
su e giu' come una ciambella in una bevanda alla caffeina
allora prendi il lavandino, ti portero' all'orlo
prova lo stile brusco che porto
se il prezzo e' giusto ti porto a fare un viaggio
nella mia vecchia scuola del '62, due colori, bianca e blu
dove non vorresti mai entrare
affronta la mia linea di fondo, senti la terra tremare
il sudore e' sul luogo a Appamattox
sbagliando per la mia cultura
ragazzi bianchi che vennero e cercarono di rubarmi il nome
ma ora ho un fucile, e' per il popolo del sole!
questa e' per il popolo del sole!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
si sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
questa e' per il popolo del sole!
si
non sono uno silenzioso, sono un ribelle,
mai quello normale, perche' sono il figlio del bastardo
cammina piano prima che il cielo dia la vita
ed ora preparo la strada da madre terra
strappo via un bel pezzo grosso di funk
libera la corsia devo inzuppare, non fumo mai la skank o il sest
l'Humboldt, il presentatore del buddha
deve produrre sei tiratori, allora fotti il clacson
affronta le linee di fondo, senti la terra tremare
il sudore e' sul luogo a Appamattox
malcompreso per la mia cultura
ragazzi bianchi che vennero e cercarono di rubarmi il nome
ma ora ho un fucile, e' per il popolo del sole!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
questa e' per il popolo del sole!
sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
si, sta tornando ancora da queste parti!
questa e' per il popolo del sole!
per il sole!
5.1.00
Freedom
Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
All live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think
It's set uplike 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 than the murals that fit
Don't turn away
Get in front of it
Chorus:
Brotha did ya frget my 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
Chorus
Yo, check the diagonal
Three million gone
Come on
'Cause ya know they're counting backwards to zero
Environment
The environment exceeding on the level
Of our unconsciousness
For example
What does the billboard say
Come and play, come and play
Forget about the movement
Anger is a gift
Freedom, freedom, yea right
-------------------------
Freedom / Libertà
Uggh! / Aggh!
Pump, pump.. / Pompa, pompa..
Wah! / Uah!
Come on! / Vai!
Uggh! / Aggh!
Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list / Assolo, sono un solista in una lista di assoli
All live, never on a floppy disk / Tutto dal vivo, mai su un floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink / Inka, inka, bottiglia d'inchiostro
Paintings of rebellion / Dipinti di ribellione
Drawn up by the thoughts I think / Disegnati dai pensieri che ho
Yeah! / Si!
Come on! / Avanti
The militant poet in once again, check it / Ecco il poeta militante un'altra volta, ascoltate
It's set up like a deck of cards / E' sistemato come un mazzo di carte
They're sending us to early graves / Ci stanno mandando a morire prematuramente
For all the diamonds / Per tutti i diamanti
They'll use a pair of clubs / Useranno un paio di mazze da golf
to beat the spades / per battere le vanghe
With poetry I paint the pictures that hit / Con la poesia dipingo le immagini che colpiscono
More like the murals that fit / Più dei murales che si adattano
Don't turn away / Non distoglierti
Get in front of it / Arrivagli di fronte
Brotha, did ya forget ya name? / Fratello, hai dimenticato il tuo nome?
Did ya lose it on the wall / L'hai perso nel muro
Playin' tic-tac-toe? / Giocando a tic-tac-toe?
Yo, check the diagonal / Yo, considera la diagonale
Three brothers gone / Tre fratelli andati
Come on / Avanti
Doesn't that make it three in a row? / Non fanno un tris?
Spoken quietly: "Anger is a gift" / Parlato piano: "La rabbia è un dono"
Come on! / Avanti!
Uggh! / Uggh!
Check that! / Senti qua!
Uggh! / Uggh!
Come on / Avanti
Yeah / Si
Uggh / Uggh
Brotha, did ya forget ya name? / Fratello, hai dimenticato il tuo nome?
Did ya lose it on the wall / L'hai perso nel muro
Playin' tic-tac-toe? / Giocando a tic-tac-toe?
Yo, check the diagonal / Yo, controlla la diagonale
Three million gone / Tre milioni andati
Come on / Avanti
'Cause they're counting backwards to zero / Perché contano all'indietro fino a zero
Environment / L'ambiente
The environment exceeding on the level / L'ambiente che eccede il livello
Of our unconciousness / Della nostra incoscenza
For example / Ad esempio
What does the billboard say / Che dice il tabellone
Come and play, come and play / Vieni a giocare, vieni a giocare
Forget about the movement / Dimenticati del movimento
Spoken quietly: "Anger is a gift" / Parlato piano: "La rabbia è un dono"
Yeeeaaahhhh! / Siiiiiiihhh!
Uggh! / Uggh!
Awww, bring that shit in! / Awww, porta dentro 'ssa shit!
Uggh! / Aggh!
Hey! / Hey!
Freedom...yea... / Libertà...si...
Freedom...yea right... / Libertà...si giusto...
Freedom...yeeeaaahhh! / Libertà...siiiiiiihh!
Freedom! / Libertà!
Yea! / Sì!
Freedom! / Libertà!
Yea right! / Sì giusto!
Freedom! / Libertà!
Yea! / Sì!
Freedom! / Libertà!
Yea! / Sì!
Right! / Giusto!
All live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think
It's set uplike 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 than the murals that fit
Don't turn away
Get in front of it
Chorus:
Brotha did ya frget my 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
Chorus
Yo, check the diagonal
Three million gone
Come on
'Cause ya know they're counting backwards to zero
Environment
The environment exceeding on the level
Of our unconsciousness
For example
What does the billboard say
Come and play, come and play
Forget about the movement
Anger is a gift
Freedom, freedom, yea right
-------------------------
Freedom / Libertà
Uggh! / Aggh!
Pump, pump.. / Pompa, pompa..
Wah! / Uah!
Come on! / Vai!
Uggh! / Aggh!
Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list / Assolo, sono un solista in una lista di assoli
All live, never on a floppy disk / Tutto dal vivo, mai su un floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink / Inka, inka, bottiglia d'inchiostro
Paintings of rebellion / Dipinti di ribellione
Drawn up by the thoughts I think / Disegnati dai pensieri che ho
Yeah! / Si!
Come on! / Avanti
The militant poet in once again, check it / Ecco il poeta militante un'altra volta, ascoltate
It's set up like a deck of cards / E' sistemato come un mazzo di carte
They're sending us to early graves / Ci stanno mandando a morire prematuramente
For all the diamonds / Per tutti i diamanti
They'll use a pair of clubs / Useranno un paio di mazze da golf
to beat the spades / per battere le vanghe
With poetry I paint the pictures that hit / Con la poesia dipingo le immagini che colpiscono
More like the murals that fit / Più dei murales che si adattano
Don't turn away / Non distoglierti
Get in front of it / Arrivagli di fronte
Brotha, did ya forget ya name? / Fratello, hai dimenticato il tuo nome?
Did ya lose it on the wall / L'hai perso nel muro
Playin' tic-tac-toe? / Giocando a tic-tac-toe?
Yo, check the diagonal / Yo, considera la diagonale
Three brothers gone / Tre fratelli andati
Come on / Avanti
Doesn't that make it three in a row? / Non fanno un tris?
Spoken quietly: "Anger is a gift" / Parlato piano: "La rabbia è un dono"
Come on! / Avanti!
Uggh! / Uggh!
Check that! / Senti qua!
Uggh! / Uggh!
Come on / Avanti
Yeah / Si
Uggh / Uggh
Brotha, did ya forget ya name? / Fratello, hai dimenticato il tuo nome?
Did ya lose it on the wall / L'hai perso nel muro
Playin' tic-tac-toe? / Giocando a tic-tac-toe?
Yo, check the diagonal / Yo, controlla la diagonale
Three million gone / Tre milioni andati
Come on / Avanti
'Cause they're counting backwards to zero / Perché contano all'indietro fino a zero
Environment / L'ambiente
The environment exceeding on the level / L'ambiente che eccede il livello
Of our unconciousness / Della nostra incoscenza
For example / Ad esempio
What does the billboard say / Che dice il tabellone
Come and play, come and play / Vieni a giocare, vieni a giocare
Forget about the movement / Dimenticati del movimento
Spoken quietly: "Anger is a gift" / Parlato piano: "La rabbia è un dono"
Yeeeaaahhhh! / Siiiiiiihhh!
Uggh! / Uggh!
Awww, bring that shit in! / Awww, porta dentro 'ssa shit!
Uggh! / Aggh!
Hey! / Hey!
Freedom...yea... / Libertà...si...
Freedom...yea right... / Libertà...si giusto...
Freedom...yeeeaaahhh! / Libertà...siiiiiiihh!
Freedom! / Libertà!
Yea! / Sì!
Freedom! / Libertà!
Yea right! / Sì giusto!
Freedom! / Libertà!
Yea! / Sì!
Freedom! / Libertà!
Yea! / Sì!
Right! / Giusto!
Township Rebellion
Rebel, rebel and yell
'Cause our people still dwell in hell
Locked in 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 our life
I wish I could be peaceful
But there can be no sequel
Chorus:
Now freedom must be fundamental
In Johannesburg or South Central
On the mic, 'cause someoneshould tell 'em
To kick in the township rebellion
Yea, so you thought you could get with the hardlines
That fill your mind
The thoughts, battles fought
And lessons taught
And I'll display the fitness
And flip like a gymnast
Raise my fist and resist
Asleep, though we stand in the midst
Of the war
Gotta get mine
Gotta get more
Keepin' the mic warm against the norm
'Cause what does it offer me
I think often it's nothin' but a coffin
Gotta get wreck
'Til our necks never swing on a rope
From here to the cape of no hope
Chorus
Why stand
On a silent platform
Fight the war
Fuck the norm
'Cause our people still dwell in hell
Locked in 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 our life
I wish I could be peaceful
But there can be no sequel
Chorus:
Now freedom must be fundamental
In Johannesburg or South Central
On the mic, 'cause someoneshould tell 'em
To kick in the township rebellion
Yea, so you thought you could get with the hardlines
That fill your mind
The thoughts, battles fought
And lessons taught
And I'll display the fitness
And flip like a gymnast
Raise my fist and resist
Asleep, though we stand in the midst
Of the war
Gotta get mine
Gotta get more
Keepin' the mic warm against the norm
'Cause what does it offer me
I think often it's nothin' but a coffin
Gotta get wreck
'Til our necks never swing on a rope
From here to the cape of no hope
Chorus
Why stand
On a silent platform
Fight the war
Fuck the norm
Fistful Of Steel
Silence
Something about silence makes me sick
'Cause silence can be violent
Sorta like a slit wrist
If the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin'
Some speak with sounds
But speak in silent voices
Like radio is silent
Though it fills the air with noises
Its transmission brings submission
As ya mold to the unreal
Mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel
Chorus:
Fistful of steel
Fistful of steel
Fistful of steel
Fistful of steel
Yes, it's time to flow like the fluids 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 that bastard son
With the visions of the move
Vocals not to sooth
But to ignite and put in flight
My sence of militance
Groovin', playin' this game called survival
Status the elite, the enemy, the rival
The silentsheep 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
Chorus
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
If the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin'
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 with sounds
But speak in silent voices
Like radio is silent
Though it fills the air with noises
Its transmission brings submission
As ya mold to the unreal
Mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel
Chorus:
Fistful of steel
Fistful of steel
Fistful of steel
Fistful of steel
Yes, it's time to flow like the fluids 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 that bastard son
With the visions of the move
Vocals not to sooth
But to ignite and put in flight
My sence of militance
Groovin', playin' this game called survival
Status the elite, the enemy, the rival
The silentsheep 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
Chorus
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
If the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin'
Wake Up
Although ya try to iscredit
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 theirheads are flown
'Cause all these punks
Got bullets in their heads
Department of police, the judge, 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
Wit' poetry, my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat fitnesse
Whadda I have to do to wake you up
To shake you up, to break the structure up
'Cause this blood still floods in the gutter
I'm like talkin' photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
Then I stick and move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter step
Then bomb a left upon the facists
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
The 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
What was the price on his head
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 theirheads are flown
'Cause all these punks
Got bullets in their heads
Department of police, the judge, 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
Wit' poetry, my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat fitnesse
Whadda I have to do to wake you up
To shake you up, to break the structure up
'Cause this blood still floods in the gutter
I'm like talkin' photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
Then I stick and move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter step
Then bomb a left upon the facists
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
The 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
What was the price on his head
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 recognize
Having never seen the color of my father's eyes
Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can grip
I tried to grip my family
But I slipped
To escape from the pain and an existance mundane
I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name
Read my writing on the wall
No one is here to catch me when I fall
But death is on my side
Suicide
A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home
Hatred passed on , passed on and passed on
A world of violent rage
But it's one that I can recognize
Having never seen the color of my father's eyes
Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can grip
I tried to grip my family
But I slipped
To escape from the pain and an existance mundane
I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name
Read my writing on the wall
No one is here to catch me when I fall
Caught between the culture and the system
Genocide
Read my writing on the wall
No one is here to catch me if I fall
If ignorance is bliss
Then knock the smile of my face
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
Hatred passed on , passed on and passed on
A world of violent rage
But it's one that I can recognize
Having never seen the color of my father's eyes
Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can grip
I tried to grip my family
But I slipped
To escape from the pain and an existance mundane
I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name
Read my writing on the wall
No one is here to catch me when I fall
But death is on my side
Suicide
A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home
Hatred passed on , passed on and passed on
A world of violent rage
But it's one that I can recognize
Having never seen the color of my father's eyes
Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can grip
I tried to grip my family
But I slipped
To escape from the pain and an existance mundane
I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name
Read my writing on the wall
No one is here to catch me when I fall
Caught between the culture and the system
Genocide
Read my writing on the wall
No one is here to catch me if I fall
If ignorance is bliss
Then knock the smile of my face
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
Take The Power Back
In the right light, study becomes insight
But the system that dissed us
Teaches us to read and write
So-called facts are fraud
They want us to allege and pledge
And bow down to their God
Lost the culture, the culture lost
Spun our minds and through time
Ignorance has taken over
We gotta take the power back
Bam, Here's the plan
Mother fuck Uncle Sam
Step back, I know who I am
Raise up your ear, I'll drop the style and clear
It's the beast and lyrics they fear
The rage is relentless
We need a movement with quickness
You are the witness of change
And to counteract
We gotta take the power back
Chorus:
We gotta take the power back
We gotta take the power back
The president curriculums
I put my fist in 'em
Eurocentric every last one of 'em
See right through the red, white and blue disguise
With lecture, I puncture the structure of lies
Installed in our minds and attempting
To hold us back
We've got to take it back
'Cause holes in our spirits causin' tears and fears
One-sided stories for years and years and years
I'm inferior? Who's inferior?
Yea, we needa check the interior
Of the system who cares about only one culture
And that is why
We gotta take the power back
Chorus
The teacher stands in front of the class
But the lesson plan he can't recall
The student's eyes don't percieve the lies
Bouncing of every fucking wall
His composure is well kept
I guess he fears playing the fool
The complacent students sit and listen to the
Bull shit 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 mother fuckin 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
Chorus
No more lies
But the system that dissed us
Teaches us to read and write
So-called facts are fraud
They want us to allege and pledge
And bow down to their God
Lost the culture, the culture lost
Spun our minds and through time
Ignorance has taken over
We gotta take the power back
Bam, Here's the plan
Mother fuck Uncle Sam
Step back, I know who I am
Raise up your ear, I'll drop the style and clear
It's the beast and lyrics they fear
The rage is relentless
We need a movement with quickness
You are the witness of change
And to counteract
We gotta take the power back
Chorus:
We gotta take the power back
We gotta take the power back
The president curriculums
I put my fist in 'em
Eurocentric every last one of 'em
See right through the red, white and blue disguise
With lecture, I puncture the structure of lies
Installed in our minds and attempting
To hold us back
We've got to take it back
'Cause holes in our spirits causin' tears and fears
One-sided stories for years and years and years
I'm inferior? Who's inferior?
Yea, we needa check the interior
Of the system who cares about only one culture
And that is why
We gotta take the power back
Chorus
The teacher stands in front of the class
But the lesson plan he can't recall
The student's eyes don't percieve the lies
Bouncing of every fucking wall
His composure is well kept
I guess he fears playing the fool
The complacent students sit and listen to the
Bull shit 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 mother fuckin 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
Chorus
No more lies
Know Your Enemy
Born with insight and a raised fist
A witness to the slit wrist
As we move into '92
Still in a room without a view
Ya gotta know
Ya gotta 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 enenmy
Word is born
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Now I got no patience
So sick of complacence
With the D E F I A N C E
The mind of a revolutionary
So clear the lane
The finger to the land of chains
What? The land of the free?
Whoever told you that is your enemy
Something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em
Now action must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in
I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
Sick of sick of sick of sick of sick of you
Time has come to pay
Yes I know my enemies
They are the teachers who taught me to fight me
Compromise, conformity, assimulation, submission
Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite
All of which are American dreams
A witness to the slit wrist
As we move into '92
Still in a room without a view
Ya gotta know
Ya gotta 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 enenmy
Word is born
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Now I got no patience
So sick of complacence
With the D E F I A N C E
The mind of a revolutionary
So clear the lane
The finger to the land of chains
What? The land of the free?
Whoever told you that is your enemy
Something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em
Now action must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in
I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
Sick of sick of sick of sick of sick of you
Time has come to pay
Yes I know my enemies
They are the teachers who taught me to fight me
Compromise, conformity, assimulation, submission
Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite
All of which are American dreams
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 the rules when the set commands ya
They said it was blue
When the boold was red
That's is how you got a bullet blasted through your head
Blasted through your head
Blasted through your head
I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched at the feds cold centralized
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerized
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before you realize
They load the clip in omnicolor
They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
They load the clip in omnicolor
They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
Play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they are tellin' ya
Buying all the products that they are selling ya
They say jump
Ya say how high
Ya brain dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in your head
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya got a fuckin' bullet in ya head
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow the rules when the set commands ya
They said it was blue
When the boold was red
That's is how you got a bullet blasted through your head
Blasted through your head
Blasted through your head
I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched at the feds cold centralized
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerized
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before you realize
They load the clip in omnicolor
They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
They load the clip in omnicolor
They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
Play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they are tellin' ya
Buying all the products that they are selling ya
They say jump
Ya say how high
Ya brain dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in your head
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya got a fuckin' bullet in ya head
Killing In The Name
Killing in the name of
Some of those that work forces,
are the saints that burn crosses
Now ya do what they told ya
Don't you die or justify
You're wearin the badge, and your chosen white
You justify those that died
By wearin the badge and your chosen white
Some of those that work forces,
are the saints that burn crosses
Killing in the name of...
Now ya do what they told ya
Your under control
Now ya do what they told ya
Those who die, are justified,
for wearing a badge and their clothes in white
You justify those that died
By wearin the badge and your chosen white
Come on...
Fuck you, I won't do what ya tell me...
Mutha fucker
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Alcuni di quelli che sono stati obbligati, sono gli stessi che imbracciano i fucili
Alcuni di quelli che sono stati obbligati, sono gli stessi che imbracciano i fucili
Alcuni di quelli che sono stati obbligati, sono gli stessi che imbracciano i fucili
Alcuni di quelli che sono stati obbligati, sono gli stessi che imbracciano i fucili
Huh!
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E ora fai quello che ti dicono (11 volte)
Ma ora fai quello che ti dicono
Beh ora fai quello che ti dicono
Quelli che sono morti sono giustificati, per aver indossato l'emblema della nazione, sono i bianchi eletti
Tu giustifichi quelli che sono morti indossando l'emblema della nazione, sono i bianchi eletti
Quelli che sono morti sono giustificati, per aver indossato l'emblema della nazione, sono i bianchi eletti
Tu giustifichi quelli che sono morti indossando l'emblema della nazione, sono i bianchi eletti
Alcuni di quelli che sono stati obbligati, sono gli stessi che imbracciano i fucili
Alcuni di quelli che sono stati obbligati, sono gli stessi che imbracciano i fucili
Alcuni di quelli che sono stati obbligati, sono gli stessi che imbracciano i fucili
Alcuni di quelli che sono stati obbligati, sono gli stessi che imbracciano i fucili
Uggh!
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E ora fai quello che ti dicono (4 volte)
E ora fai quello che ti dicono, ora sei sotto controllo (7 volte)
E ora fai quello che ti dicono!
Quelli che sono morti sono giustificati, per aver indossato l'emblema della nazione, sono i bianchi eletti
Tu giustifichi quelli che sono morti indossando l'emblema della nazione, sono i bianchi eletti
Quelli che sono morti sono giustificati, per aver indossato l'emblema della nazione, sono i bianchi eletti
Tu giustifichi quelli che sono morti indossando l'emblema della nazione, sono i bianchi eletti
Tu giustifichi quelli che sono morti indossando l'emblema della nazione, sonogli eletti bianchi
Forza!
(Assolo di chitarra: "Yeah! forza!")
Fottiti, non farò quello che mi dici (Parlato che diventa un grido all'8° ripetizione)
Fottiti, non farò quello che mi dici! (8 volte, gridato)
Figlio di pu**ana!
Uggh!
Some of those that work forces,
are the saints that burn crosses
Now ya do what they told ya
Don't you die or justify
You're wearin the badge, and your chosen white
You justify those that died
By wearin the badge and your chosen white
Some of those that work forces,
are the saints that burn crosses
Killing in the name of...
Now ya do what they told ya
Your under control
Now ya do what they told ya
Those who die, are justified,
for wearing a badge and their clothes in white
You justify those that died
By wearin the badge and your chosen white
Come on...
Fuck you, I won't do what ya tell me...
Mutha fucker
--------------------
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Alcuni di quelli che sono stati obbligati, sono gli stessi che imbracciano i fucili
Alcuni di quelli che sono stati obbligati, sono gli stessi che imbracciano i fucili
Alcuni di quelli che sono stati obbligati, sono gli stessi che imbracciano i fucili
Alcuni di quelli che sono stati obbligati, sono gli stessi che imbracciano i fucili
Huh!
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E ora fai quello che ti dicono (11 volte)
Ma ora fai quello che ti dicono
Beh ora fai quello che ti dicono
Quelli che sono morti sono giustificati, per aver indossato l'emblema della nazione, sono i bianchi eletti
Tu giustifichi quelli che sono morti indossando l'emblema della nazione, sono i bianchi eletti
Quelli che sono morti sono giustificati, per aver indossato l'emblema della nazione, sono i bianchi eletti
Tu giustifichi quelli che sono morti indossando l'emblema della nazione, sono i bianchi eletti
Alcuni di quelli che sono stati obbligati, sono gli stessi che imbracciano i fucili
Alcuni di quelli che sono stati obbligati, sono gli stessi che imbracciano i fucili
Alcuni di quelli che sono stati obbligati, sono gli stessi che imbracciano i fucili
Alcuni di quelli che sono stati obbligati, sono gli stessi che imbracciano i fucili
Uggh!
Uccidere per conto di qualcuno!
Uccidere per conto di qualcuno
E ora fai quello che ti dicono (4 volte)
E ora fai quello che ti dicono, ora sei sotto controllo (7 volte)
E ora fai quello che ti dicono!
Quelli che sono morti sono giustificati, per aver indossato l'emblema della nazione, sono i bianchi eletti
Tu giustifichi quelli che sono morti indossando l'emblema della nazione, sono i bianchi eletti
Quelli che sono morti sono giustificati, per aver indossato l'emblema della nazione, sono i bianchi eletti
Tu giustifichi quelli che sono morti indossando l'emblema della nazione, sono i bianchi eletti
Tu giustifichi quelli che sono morti indossando l'emblema della nazione, sonogli eletti bianchi
Forza!
(Assolo di chitarra: "Yeah! forza!")
Fottiti, non farò quello che mi dici (Parlato che diventa un grido all'8° ripetizione)
Fottiti, non farò quello che mi dici! (8 volte, gridato)
Figlio di pu**ana!
Uggh!
Bombtrack
It's just another bombtrack
And suckas be thinkin' that they can fade it
But I'm going to 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 on the flames of the flag
As I recall our downfall
And the business' that burned us all
See through the news and views that twist reality
Enough
I call the bluff
Manifest destiny
Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn
The thoughts of a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline
Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn
Chorus:
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Another funky radical bombtrack
Started as a sketch in my notebook
But now dope hooks make punks take another look
My thoughts youhear and you begin to fear
That ya card will get pulled if you interfere
With the thoughts of 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
Chorus
And suckas be thinkin' that they can fade it
But I'm going to 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 on the flames of the flag
As I recall our downfall
And the business' that burned us all
See through the news and views that twist reality
Enough
I call the bluff
Manifest destiny
Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn
The thoughts of a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline
Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn
Chorus:
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Another funky radical bombtrack
Started as a sketch in my notebook
But now dope hooks make punks take another look
My thoughts youhear and you begin to fear
That ya card will get pulled if you interfere
With the thoughts of 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
Chorus
