People in the sun
Bulls on parade
Vietnow
Revolver
Snakecharmer
Tire me
Rollin' down rodeo
Without a face
Wind below
Roll right
Year of the boomerang

People of the Sun

 
Yeah people come up
Yeah, we better turn the bass up on this one

Check it, since 1516 minds attacked and overseen
Now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream
With their borders and boots on top of us
Pullin knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis
But how you gonna get what you need to get?
The gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like Tet
The fifth sun sets get back reclaim
The spirit of Cuahtemoc alive an untamed

Now face the funk now blastin out ya speaker
On the one Maya, Mexica
That vulture came to try and steal ya name
But now you got a gun
Yeah, this is for the people of the sun

It's comin' back around again
This is for the people of the sun

Yeah, never forget that the whip snapped ya back
Ya spine cracked for tobacco
Oh, I'm the Marlboro man
Our past blastin' on through the verses
Brigades of taxi cabs rollin' Broadway like hearses
Troops strippin' zoots, shots of red mist,
Sailors blood on the deck, come sister resist
>From the era of terror check this photo lens
Now the city of angels does the ethnic cleanse

Heads bobbin to the funk out ya speaker
On the one Maya, Mexica
That vulture came to try and steal ya name
But now you got a gun
Yeah, this is for the people of the sun

It's comin' back around again!
This is for the people of the sun!
 

Bulls on Parade

 
The microphone explodes
Shatterin the molds
Ya either drop the hits like De La O
Or get the fuck of the commode
With the sure shot
Sure to make the bodies drop
Drop and don't copy yo
Don't call this a co-opt
Terror pains drenchin
Quenchin the thirst of the power dons
The five sided fistagon
The rotten sore on mother earth gets bigger
The trigger cold empty ya purse

They rally 'round your family
With a pocketfull of shells

Weapons, not food
Not homes not shoes
Not need, just feed
The war cannibal animal
I walk the corner to the rubble
That used to be a library
Line up to the mind cemetery now
What we don't know
Keeps the contracts alive and movin
They don't gotta burn the books
They just remove em
While arms warehouses fill
As quick as the cells
Rally round your family
Pocketfull of shells

They rally 'round your family
With a pocketfull of shells

Bulls on parade
 

Vietnow

 
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 savior's my guillotine
Crosses and kerosene

Merge on the networks, slangin' nerve gas
Up jump the boogie then bang, let 'em hang
While the paranoid try to stuff the void
Let's capture this AM mayhem
Undressed, and blessed by the Lord
The power pendulum swings by the umbilical cord
Shock around the clock, from noon 'til noon
Men grabbin' they mics, and stuff 'em into the womb
Terror's the product ya push
Well I'm a truth addict, oh shit I gotta headrush
Sheep tremble an here come the votes
Thrown from the throat, new cages an scapegoats
Undressed and blessed by the Lord
The same devil that ran around Managua with a sword
Check out the new style that Ollie found
I tune in with a bullet

To shut down the devil sound
Shut down the devil sound
The program of Vietnow
Shut down the 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 savior's my guillotine
Crosses and kerosene

Flex the cerebellum, fire, uh!
Somebody gotta shell 'em
These evil angels lists, hittin' the AM playlist
Paid to say this
That one inhuman, illegal, single woman
The one without a room
The transmissions wippin' our backs
Yeah, comin' down like bats from Stacy Coon
Terror's the product ya push
Well I'm a truth addict, oh shit I gotta headrush
The sheep tremble an here come the votes
Thrown from the throat, new cages and scapegoats
One caution the mics a detonator unwound

To shut down the devil sound
Shut down the devil sound
Check the heads bow in vietnow
Shut down the devil sound

Is all the world jails and churches?

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 savior's my guillotine
Crosses and kerosene

Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god
 

Revolver

 
His spit is worth more than her work
Pass the purse to the pugilists
He's a prizefighter
And he bought rings and he owns kin
And now he's swingin'
And now he's the champion

Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver

A spotless domain
Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more
Pictures of fields without fences
A spotless domain
Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more
Pictures of fields without fences
Her body numbs as he approaches the door
As he approaches the door
As he approaches the door
As he approaches the door
As he approaches
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!

Yeah!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
 

Snakecharmer

 
Satellites and, pair of mirrors and, and a man without a home
With a horse, and a rider, and a clever, cunning killer
Silent in error and vocal in spotlights
Lying always sucking on a bottle of that sweet, indulgent fluid
Oh greed oh yes oh greed oh yes!
Oh greed oh yes
Yeah!

Your friendship is a fog
That disappears when the wind redirects
You!
Yes you!

Father's expectations, soul soaked in spit and urine
And you gotta make it where?
To a sanctuary that's a fragile American hell
An empty dream
A selfish, horrific vision
Passed on like the deadliest of viruses
Crushing you and your naive profession
Have no illusions boy
Vomit all ideals and serve
Sleep and wake and serve
And don't just think just wake and serve
Yeah! (Left channel - 26 years in this stage)

Your friendship is a fog
That disappears when the wind redirects
You! Interested in you, interested in you
Interested in you, interested in you...
 

Tire Me

 
Yeah ya tryin' to tire me, tire me
I can see you in front of me, front of me
Ya tryin' to tire me, tire me
Why don't you get from in front of me?

Oh she's got everyone's eyes
Yeah!
In every home there's a sickening distress
Yeah!
Of roll that film she's a precious, a precious one
But we're all gonna......nah we're already dead!
We're already dead!

And those colorful words for the Laos frontiers-man
Who passed away with the truth
Amidst the eulogies of bliss
Who will know now what I know about you?
Now that history's a flowery cancerous mess

Yeah ya tryin' to tire me
A mess!
Overbearing yes ya tryin' to tire me
A mess!
Yeah ya tryin' to tire me, tire me
So get the fuck from in front of me

Nah let's see it broken, bloody and undressed!
We're already dead!

In a violent time (?)

I wanna be Jackie Onassis
I wanna wear a pair of dark sunglasses
I wanna be Jackie O
Oh oh oh oh please don't die!

Yeah ya tryin' to tire me, tire me
I can see you in front of me, front of me
Ya tryin' to tire me, tire me
Why don't you get from in front of me?

We're already dead
 

Down Rodeo

 
Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skinned 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 the track my verbs fly like the family stone
The pen devils set that stage for the war at home
Locked wit out a wage ya standin' in the drop zone
The clockers born starin' at an empty plate
Momma's torn hands cover her sunken face
We hungry but them belly full
The structure is set ya neva change it with a ballot pull
In the ruins there's a network for the toxic rock
School yard to precinct, suburb to project block
Bosses broke south for new flesh and a factory floor
The remains left chained to the powder war

Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
So make a move and plead the fifth 'cause ya can't plead the first
Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one

Yes I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one

So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun

Bare witness to the 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 the tools
We should be takin' 'em
Fuck the 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 the 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 for the things we'll never have
Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we don't have
 

Without a Face

 
Got no card so I got not soul
Life is prison, no parole, no control
The jury got my number on a wire tap
'Cause I jack for similac, fuck a cadillac
Survive one motive no hope
'Cause every sidewalk I walk is like a tightrope
Yes I know my deadline sire, when my life expires
I'm sendin' paper south under the barbed wire
The mother of my child will lose her mind at my grave
It's my life for their life so call it a free trade
"Por vida" and our name up on the stall
I took a death trip when I tried to cross the white wall

Walk unseen past the graves an the gates, born without a face
One motive no hope ah, born without a face
Walk unseen past the graves an the gates, born without a face
One motive no hope ah, yeah, born without a face
Without a face

Yeah, I tried to look back to my past long lost
A blood donor to the land owner holocaust
Pops heart stopped, in came the air drop
Flooded the trench he couldn't shake the toxic shock
Maize was all we needed to sustain
Now her golden skin burns, insecticide rain
Ya down wit DDT yeah you know me
Raped for the grapes, profit for the bourgeois (?)
War tape boomin' path is Luminoso
I'm headed north like my name was kid 'Cisco
To survive one motive no hope, ah
It's hard to breathe wit Wilson's head around my throat
Strangled and mangled another SS curtain call
When I tried to cross the white wall
When I tried to cross the white walls

Walk unseen past the graves an the gates, born without a face
One motive no hope ah, born without a face
Walk unseen past the graves an the gates, born without a face
One motive no hope ah, born without a face

You say fortify, reaction, you divide
And you say fortify, reaction, reaction
And you say fortify, reaction, reaction
You say fortify, reaction, you divide
 

Wind Below

 
Flip this capital eclipse
The vocal tone has got 'em sweatin' their own apocalypse
Yes, rebel of the grains stand masterless
The masked ones cap one
NAFTA comin' with the new disaster
And yes we in wit the wind an the plan de Ayala kin
Are comin' back around again
The slave driver saliva, one night power turns
Them devils mouths dry, now Mexico burns
So here they come one by one them killers of the new frontier
Occupy, causin' fear, come on

Wit the wind below
We in wit the wind below
Wit the wind below

Flip this capital eclipse
Them bury life wit IMF shifts, and poison lips
Yo they talk it, while slicin' our veins yo so mark it
>From the FINCAS overseers, to them vultures playin' markets
She ain't got nothin' but weapon and shawl
She is Chol, Tzotzil, Tojolobal, Tzeltal
The tools are her tools, Ejidos and ovaries
She once suffocated, now through a barrel she breathes

She is the wind below
The wind below
She is the wind below

And all the shareholders gonna flex, and try to annex the truth
While the new trust is gonna flex, and cast their image in you
Yeah all the shareholders gonna flex, and try to annex the truth
And while the new trust tries to flex, and cast their image in you
And GE is gonna flex and try and annex the truth
And NBC is gonna flex and cast their image in you
And Disney bought the fantasies and piles of eyes
And ABC's new thrill rides of trials and lies
And while the gut eaters strain to pull the mud from their mouths
They force our ears to go deaf to the screams in the south

But we in wit the wind below
 

Roll Right

 
Lick off the shot my stories shock ya like Ellison
Main line adrenaline Gaza to Tienanmen
>From the basement I'm dwellin' in
I cock back the sling to stone a settler
And breaks him off clean, call me the upsetter
Here comes the hands on the leashes
The cross, the capital, the pale families, the fear and the mouthpieces
The single sister lynch
The cell doors crash
And the master's drums echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo

Roll right! Roll call!
But now we're alright, we're all calm!
Roll right! Roll call!
And now we're alright, we're all calm!

This hits like fists bomb with the left and don't miss
With the sickest stilo I spark fear like pigs in the park
Head crack, I hijack the papers
The vapors caught fire up in your mind
Come back rewind one time
Here comes the hands on the leashes
The cross, the capital, the pale families, the fear and the mouthpieces
The single sister lynch
The cell doors crash
And the master's drums echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo

Roll right! Roll call!
But now we're alright, we're all calm!
Roll right! Roll call!

We gotta take 'em to the seventh level
We gotta take 'em to the seventh level
For their lives and my lives were never settled
Come on, don't freeze when zero hour comes
Come on, come on, don't freeze when zero hour comes
Come on

Send 'em to the seventh level
For their lives and my lives were never settled
 

Year of the Boomerang

 
The 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 the 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 the doctrines of the right
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates
So I grip the cannon like Fanon an pass the shells to my classmates
Aw, power to the people
'Cause the bosses right to live is mine to die
So I'm goin' out heavy sorta like Mount Tai
Wit the five centuries of penitentiary so let the guilty hang
In the year of the boomerang

I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let the guilty hang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
In the year of the boomerang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let the guilty hang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
In the year of the boomerang

Yeah!
Now it's upon you!
Now it's upon you!

The 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 the 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 the doctrines of the right
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates
So I grip the cannon like Fanon an pass the shells to my classmates
Aw, power to the people, yeah, yeah
The bosses right to live is mine to die
I'm goin' out heavy sorta like Mount Tai
Wit the five centuries of penitentiary so let the guilty hang
In the year of the boomerang

I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let the guilty hang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
Uh! In the year of the boomerang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let the guilty hang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
In the year of the boomerang

Yeah!
Now it's upon you!
Now it's upon you!
You! You! You! You! You! You! You! You!

Yeah!

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