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| 1. |
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The movie ran through me
The Glamour subdue me The tabloid untie me Im empty please fill me Mister anchor assure me That Baghdad is burning Your voice it is so soothing That cunning mantra of killing I need you my witness To dress this up so bloodless To numb me and purge me now Of thoughts of blaming you Yes the car is our wheelchair My witness your coughing Oily silence mocks the legless who travel now in coffins On the corner The jurys sleepless We found your weakness And its right outside your door Now testify Now testify Its right outside your door Now testify Yes testify With precision you feed me My witness Im hungry Your temple it calms me So I can carry on My slaving sweating The skin right off my bones On a bed of fire Im choking On the smoke that fills my home The wrecking ball is rushing Witness your blushing The pipeline is gushing While here we lie in tombs While on the corner The jurys sleepless We found your weakness And its right outside your door Now testify Yeah testify Its right outside your door Now Testify Now Testify Mass graves for the pump and the price is set and the price is set Mass graves for the pump and the price is set and the price is set Mass graves for the pump and the price is set and the price is set Mass graves for the pump and the price is set and the price is set Who controls the past now controls the future Who controls the present now controls the past Who controls the past now controls the future Who controls the present now Now Testify Now Testify Its right outside your door Testify now Testify Its right outside your door |
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| 2. |
| 3:26 |
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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 tha polls close like a casket On truth devoured A silent play on the shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The camera's eye on choice disguised Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil A spectacle monopolized They hold the reins and stole your eyes The fistagons bullets and bombs Who stuff the banks Who staff the party ranks More for Gore or the son of a drug lord None of the above fuck it cut the cord Lights out guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out guerrilla radio Contact I highjacked the frequencies Blockin the beltway Move on DC |
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| 3. |
| 4:59 |
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I be walkin god like a dog
My narrative fearless Word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh Like steel from a furnace I was born landless Yes its tha native son Born of Zapatas guns Stroll through the shanties And tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry But with different last names The vultures robbin everything Leave nothing but chains Pick a point on the globe Yes tha pictures tha same Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth and a hearse A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth Theres a widow pig parrot A rebel to tame A whitehooded judge A syringe and a vein And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? Calm like a bomb This aint subliminal Feel the critical mass approach horizon Tha pulse of the condemned Sound off Americas demise Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Yes I spit fire Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry, uh-huh With different last names, uh-huh The vultures robbin everyone Leave nothing but chains Pick a point here at home Yes the pictures tha same Theres a field full of slaves Some corn and some debt Theres a ditch full of bodies Tha check for the rent Theres a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone The numb black screen That be feelin like home And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? Calm like a bomb Theres a mass without roofs A prison to fill Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill Theres a right to obey And a right to kill Theres a mass without roofs A prison to fill Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill Theres a right to obey And a right to kill |
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| 4. |
| 3:34 |
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Wait a minute now
Ha Aha Cmon Wait a minute now Check To tha young r to tha e tha b to tha e tha l Never give up just live up Fed upon America I be spittin it up Rippin it up Even amount in each cup To my brothers burning bare feet on black top Whose curled neath tha shadows From the gaze of the cops Whose huntin for 9 to 5s through factory locks Is now hunted on this modern day auction block Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker what Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker what Te te te te te Huh Back in Flexin and mashin With complex text Fast and in a fashion That snap back necks Quicker than a fed cash tha company checks Huh I be tha fire only Marley could catch Yes I be tha flame in tha cellar beware Where nameless cold millions gaspin for air Tha naked and wageless Scream within cages huh They make you pull your shit Just to get your share what Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker what Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker what Huh go Huh go Huh go Huh go Huh go Huh go Huh go Huh go Huh go Huh go Huh go Huh go Huh go Huh go Welcome down with the warrior sound Uh With this mic device I spit nonfiction Who got tha power This be my question Tha mass of tha few In this torn nation Tha priest tha book or tha congregation Politricks who rob and hold down your zone Or those who give tha thieves tha key to their homes Tha pig whos free to murder one Shucklak Or survivors who make a move and murder one back This mic device I spit nonfiction Who got tha power This be my question Tha mass of tha few In this torn nation Tha priest tha book or tha congregation Politricks who rob and hold down your zone Or those who give tha thieves tha key to their homes Tha pig whos free to murder one Shucklak Or survivors who make a move and murder one back Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker what Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker what |
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| 5. |
| 3:26 |
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The world is my expense
The cost of my desire Jesus blessed me with its future And I protect it with fire So raise your fists And march around Just dont take what you need Ill jail and bury those committed And smother the rest in greed Crawl with me into tomorrow Or Ill drag you to your grave Im deep inside your children Theyll betray you in my name Hey, Hey Sleep now in the fire Hey, Hey The lie is my expense The scope of my desire The party blessed me with its future And I protect it with fire I am the Nina The Pinta The Santa Maria The noose and the rapist The fields overseer The agents of orange The priests of Hiroshima The cost of my desire Sleep now in the fire Hey, Hey Sleep now in the fire Hey, Hey Sleep now in the fire For its the end of history Its caged and frozen still There is no other pill to take So swallow the one That made you ill The Nina The Pinta The Santa Maria The noose and the rapist The fields overseer The agents of orange The priests of Hiroshima The cost of my desire Sleep now in the fire Sleep now in the fire |
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| 6. |
| 4:41 |
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My fears haunt me down
Capturing my memories The frontier of loss They try to escape across the street where Jesus stripped bare And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture In the name of my in the name of my Born of a broken man But not a broken man Born of a broken man Never a broken man Born of a broken man But not a broken man Born of a broken man Never a broken man Like autumn leaves His sense fell from him An empty glass of himself Shattered somewhere within His thoughts like a hundred moths Trapped in a lampshade Somewhere within Their wings banging and burning On through endless nights Forever awake he lies shaking and starving Praying for someone to turn off the light Born of a broken man Never a broken man Born of a broken man But not a broken man Born of a broken man Never a broken man Born of a broken man But not a broken man My fears haunt me down Capturing my memories The frontier of loss They try to escape across the street where Jesus stripped bare And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture In the name of my in the name of my Born of a broken man But not a broken man Born of a broken man Never a broken man Born of a broken man But not a broken man Born of a broken man Never a broken man |
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| 7. |
| 3:22 |
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The hills find a peace
Locked armed guard posts Safe from the screams Of the children born as ghosts Gates guns and alarms Shape the calm of the dawn Peering down into the basin Where death lives on Where young run foaming at the mouth with hate Where burning batons beat the freezing who shake Under the toxic sunsets they dine and toast Their walls deny the terror faced by the children Born as ghosts Born as ghosts One book and forty ghosts Stuffed in a room The school as a tomb Where home is a wasteland Take the razor wire And thought is locked in the womb The tales that tear at the myth of the dream A suffering that shocks the lives off the screen Born as ghosts |
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| 8. |
| 3:48 |
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Tha sun ablaze as Marias foot
Touches the surface of sand On Northern Land As human contraband Some Rico from Jalisco Passed her name to tha boss She stuffed ten to a truckbed She clutches her cross Here come tha exhaust And it rips through her lungs Shes off fast to tha pasture Like cattle shell cross Degree 106 Sweat and vomit are thrown And she prays and suffocates Upon the memories of home Of Yanqui guns for blood debts on the loans Of smoldering fields rape rubble and bones Of graves hidden trapped up in visions of war Of nothing no one nobody no more These are her mountains and skies and she radiates And through historys rivers of blood she regenerates And like tha sun disappears only to reappear Shes eternally here Her time is near Never conquered but here To tear away at the mask And now she got a quota Tha needle and thread crucifixion Sold and shipped across tha new line of Mason Dixon Rippin through denim Tha point an inch from her vein Tha foreman approach His steps now pound in her brain His presence it terrifies And eclipses her days No minutes to rest No moments to pray And with a whisper He whips her Her soul changed to his will My job is to kill if you forget to take your pill Her arm jerks Tha sisters gather round her and scream As If in a dream Eyes on the crimson stream Numb as her wrists spit shots of blood to tha floor I am nothing no one nobody no more These are her mountains and skies and she radiates And through historys rivers of blood she regenerates And like tha sun disappears only to reappear Maria she's eternally here Her time is near Never conquered but here No minutes to rest No moments to pray No minutes to rest No moments to pray No minutes to rest No moments to pray |
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| 9. |
| 2:32 |
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Cmon check it
Through Steel walls Your voice blastin on True rebel, my brother Mumia I reflect upon You be tha spark That set the prairie fires on Make the masses a mastodon path To trample the fascists on At fifteen exposed Phillys finest killing machine Boots and mad guns They pacify ya young Cause and effect Smell tha smoke and tha breeze My panther, my brother We are at war until youre free Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless Yet tha powerful got nervous Cause he refused to be their servant He spit truth That burned like black churches Prose and versesA million poor in hearses Watch the decision of Dred Scott As it reverses Long as the rope Is tied around Mumias neck Let there be no rich white life We bound to respect Cause and effect Cant ya smell tha smoke in tha breeze My panther, my brother We are at war until you're free Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless And Orwells hell a terror era coming through But this little brothers watching you too And Orwells hell a terror era coming throughBut this little brothers watching you too Watching you too |
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| 10. |
| 3:45 |
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Hungry people don't
stay hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as they 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 Dissapear to their new homes Tha knofe tha trust 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 orde New nothern horizon Violence is in all hands Embrace it if need be Livin been warfare I press it to CD 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 A fire in tha master's house is set A fire in tha master's house is set A fire in tha master's house is set Hungry people don't stay hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as they Hungry people don't stay hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as they 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 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 A fire in tha master's house is set A fire in tha master's house is set A fire in tha master's house is set |
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| 11. |
| 4:37 |
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A mass of hands press
on the market window Ghosts of progress Dressed in slow death Feeding on hunger And glaring through the promise Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle A mass of nameless at the oasis That hides the graves beneath the masters hill Buried for drinking The rivers water While shackled to the line At the empty well This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over new ground Listen to the fascist sing Take hope here War is elsewhere You were chosen This is god's land Soon well be free Of blot and mixture Seeds planted by our Forefathers hand A mass of promises Begin to rupture Like the pockets Of the new world kings Like swollen stomachs In Appalachia Like the priests that fuck you As they whisper holy things A mass of tears have transformed to stones now Sharpened on suffering Woven into slings Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress Taking today what tomorrow never brings This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over new ground This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground Ain't the new sound Just like the old sound Look at the noose now Over the over the over the burning ground Ain't it funny how the factorys doors close Round the time that the school doors close Round the time that the doors of the jail cells Open up to greet you like the reaper Ain't it funny how the factorys doors close Round the time that the school doors close Round the time that a hundred thousand jail cells Open up to greet you like the reaper This is no oasis This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground |
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| 12. |
| 3:36 |
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Southern fist
Rise through tha jungle mist Clenched to smash power so cancerous Black flag and a red star A rising sun loomin over Los Angeles Yes for Raza livin in La La Like Gaza on to tha dawn Intifada Reach for the lessons tha masked pass on Seize tha metropolis Its you its built on Everything can change on new years day As everything changes on new years day Everything can change on a new years day As everything changes on new years day War within a breath Its land or death Shots heard underground round the rapture Worlds eye captured At last is a Mexican pasture Tha masked screaming land or death Within a breath A war from the depth of time Shot four puppet governors in a line Shook all tha world bankers Who think they can rhyme Shot the landlords who knew it was mine Yes its a war from the depth of time Everything can change on new years day As everything changes on new years day Everything can change on a new years day As everything changes on new years day War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death |
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