Bombtrack
Killing in the name
Take the power back
Settle for nothing
Bullet in the head
Know your enemy
Wake up
Fistful of steel
Township rebellion
Freedom

Bombtrack

 
Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack
Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack
It goes a-1, 2, 3

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

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

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

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

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

Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn

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

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

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

Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
 
 

Killing in the name of...

 
Some of those that work forces
are the same that burn crosses 4X

uggh!!

Killing in the name of
Killing in the name of

Now ya do what they told ya 12X

Those who died
are justified
Forever in rath
take your chosen wife 4X

Fuck  you I wont do what they teel me

Mothafucker!!
 

Take the Power Back

 
Bring that shit in

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey yo check, we're gonna have to break it, break it
Break it down
Awww shit

And like this

Come on, yeah
Bring it back the other way

The teacher stands in front of the class
But the lesson plan he can't recall
The student's eyes don't perceive the lies
Bouning off every fucking wall
His composure is well kept
I guess he fears playing the fool
The complacent students sit and listen
To some of that bullshit that he learned in school

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

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

No more lies

Uh
Yeah

Take it back y'all
Take it back, a-take it back
A-take it back y'all, come on
Take it back y'all
Take it back, a-take it back
A-take it back y'all, come on

Uh
Yeah
 

Wake Up

 
Come on
Although you try to discredit
You still never edit
The needle I'll thread it
Radically poetic
Stanin with the fury that they had in '66
And like E double I'm mad
Standin knee deep in the system's shit
Hoover, he was a body remover
I can give you a dose
But it can never come close
To the rage built up inside of me
Fist in the air in the land of hipocracy
Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease
When their heads are flown
'Cause all these punks got bullets in their heads
Departments of police (What?)
The judges (What?) the Feds (The Feds)

Networks at work keepin people calm
You know they went after King
When he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the Have-Nots
And then came the shot

Yeah back in this
With poetry my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin that finesse
Whadda I got to, whadda I got to
Do to wake you up?
To shake you up, to break the structure up?
'Cause blood still flows in the gutter
I'm like takin photos
Mad Boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
Then stick and move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter step
And bomb a left upon the Fascists
The several federal men
Who ran scemes on the dream
And brought it to an end
You better beware
Of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors

Networks at work keepin people calm
You know they murdered X
Tried to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the Have-Nots
And then came the shot

I think I heard a shot

Wake up
 

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 colur of my father's eyes
Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can grip
I tried to grip my family
But I slipped

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bullet in the Head

 
This time the bullet cold rocked you
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin proper about your propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands you
Said it was blue
When your blood was read
That's 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 as the feds cold centralized
So serene on the screen
You were mesmerized
Cellular phones soundin a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before you realise

They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mother fuckers lost their minds

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

Run it

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

Checka, checka, check it out
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mother fuckers lost their minds

No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until your mind is locked in
Believin all the lies that they're tellin you
Buyin all the products that they're sellin you
They say jump and you say how high
You're braindead
You got a fuckin bullet in your head

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

You're standin in line
Believin the lies
You're bowin down to the flag
You got a bullet in ya head

A bullet in ya head

You got a bullet in your fuckin head
 

Know Your Enemy

 
Yeah, we're comin back then with another bombtrack
Think ya know what it's all about
Hey yo, so check this out
Know your enemy
Come on

Born with insight and a raised fist
A witness to the slit wrist, that's with
As we move into '92
Still in a room without a view
You got to know
You got to know
That when I say go, go, go
Amp up and amplify
Defy
I'm a brother with a furious mind
Action must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in

Something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em

Fist in ya face, in the place
And I'll drop the style clearly
Know your enemy...Know your enemy!
Yeah!

Hey yo, and dick with this
Word is born
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Now I got no patience
So sick of complacence
With the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E
Mind of a revolutionary
So clear the lane
The finger to the land of the chains
What? The land of the free?
Whoever told you that is your enemy?

Now something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em

Now action must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in

I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
Sick of sick of sick of sick of you
Time has come to pay...
Know your enemy

Come on
Yes I know my enemies
They're the teachers who taught me to fight me
Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission
Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite
All of which are American dreams
 

Fistful of Steel

 
Check it
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 the button
But if you're bowin down
Then let me do the cuttin

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

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

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

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

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

And if the vibe was suicide
Then you would push the button
But if you're bowin down
Then let me do the cuttin
Yeah
Come on

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

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

Yeah
With a fistful of steel
Come on
 

Township Rebellion

 
Rebel, rebel and yell
'Cause our people still dwell in hell
Locked in a cell
Yes, the structure's a cell
Mad is the story I tell
How long can we wait?
Come on, seein what's at stake
Action for reaction
If your mind's in a somewhat complacent state
Get a check up
This is a stick up
Our freedom or your life
Lord, I wish I could be peacful
But there can be no sequel

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

Yeah, what about that, sucker?

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

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

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

Why stand on a silent platform?

Fight the war, fuck the norm

Why stand on a silent platform?

Fight the war, fuck the norm
What's it gonna take?

Shackled our minds when we're bent on the cross
When ignorance reigns, life is lost

Why stand on a silent platform?
Fight the war, fuck the norm
 

Freedom

 
Pull, pull
Come on

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

Yeah
Come on
The militant poet in once again, check it

It's set up like a deck of cards
They're sending us to early graves
For all the diamonds
They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades
With poetry I paint the pictures that hit
More like the murals that fit
Don't turn away
Get in front of it

Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin tic-tac-toe?

Yo, check the diagonal
Three brothers gone
Come on
Doesn't that make it three in a row?

Anger is a gift

Come on

Check that
Come on
Yeah

Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin tic-tac-toe?

Yo, check the diagonal
Three million gone
Come on
'Cause they're counting backwards to zero

Environment
The environment exceeding on the level
Of our unconciousness
For example
What does the billboard say
Come and play, come and play
Forget about the movement

Anger is a gift

Yeah
Aw, bring that shit in
Hey

Freedom...yea...
Freedom...yea right...
Freedom...yeah
Freedom

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