Bullet In The Head | Know Your Enemy | Wake Up | Fistful Of Steel |
Township Rebellion | Freedom | Info on the cover
BOMBTRACK
It's just another bombtrack
And suckas be thinkin' that they can fade this
But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level
'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down
Hand out some beat-downs
Cold runna train on punk ho's that
Think they can 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
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn
Hardline, hardline after hardline
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Started as a sketch in my notebook
But now dope hooks make punks take another look
My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear
That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere
With the thoughts of a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn
Are the same who burn crosses
For wearing a badge and you trust the white
They'll justify, thoes that died
For wearing a badge and you trust the white
Now you're under control
Mother fuckers
But the system that dissed us
Teaches us to read and write
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 beats and 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
We gotta take the power back
We gotta take the power back
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 gold us back
We've got top take it back
'Cause holes in our spirit are causin' tears and fears
One-sided stores for years and years and years
I'm inferior? Who's inferior?
Yea, we needa check the interior?
Of the sustem who cares about only one culture
And that is why
We gotta take the power back
But the lesson plan he can't recall
The students's eyes don't perceive the lies
Bouncing off every fucking wall
His composure is well kept
I guess he fears playing the fool
The complacent students sit and listen to the
Bullshit that he learned in school
Can't learn a thing from it
Yet we hang from it
Gotta get it, gotta get it together, then
Like 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
Hatred passed on, passed on, 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 nine, a sign, a set, and now I gotta name
No one's here to catch me when I fall
But death is on my side
Suicide
Hatred passed on, passed on, 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 nine, a sign, a set, and now I gotta name
No one's here to catch me when I fall
Caught between my culture and the system
Genocide
No one's here to catch me whan I fall
If ignorance is bliss
Then knock the smile of my face
We settle for nothing later
We'll setlle for nothing now
And we'll settle for nothing later
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about your propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
They said it was blue When the blood was red
That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centrallized
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerized
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold Turn ya to stone before ya realize
The pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
They say jump you say how high
The pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
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're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that they sellin' ya
They say jump
Ya say how high
Ya brain dead Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head
They say jump you say how high
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head
A witness to the slit wrist As we move into '92
Still in a room without a view
Ya got to know Ya got to know
That when I say go, go, go
Amp up and amplify
Defy I'm a brother with a furious mind
Action must be taken We don't need the key we'll brake in
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
And I'll drop the stylle clearly Know your enemy
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 the chains
What? The land of the free?
Whoever told you that is your enemy
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
We do't need the key we'll break in
So sick of complacenece now
So sick of complacenece now
Sick of sick of sick of sick of sick of you
Time has come to pay
They're the teachers who taught me to fight me
Compromise, comformity, assimilation, submition
Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite
All of which are American dreams
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
Leaders speak, movements cease
When their heads are flown
'Cause all theses punks Got bullets in their heads
Departments of police, the judges, the feds
Networks at work, keepin' people calm
When he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the have-nots
Then came the shot
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse
Whadda I have to do to wake ya up
To shake ya up, to break the structure up
'Cause their blood still flows 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 shutter step
Then bomb a left upon the fascists
Yea, the several federal men
Who pulled schemes on the dream And put it to an end
Of the retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with medaphors
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
Not long 'Cause what you reep
Is what you saw
Something about silence makes me sick
'Cause silence can be violent
Sorta like a slit wrist
Then you would push the button
But if you're bowin' down Then let me do the cuttin'
But speak in silent voices Like radio is silent
Through it fills the air with noises
It's transmissons bring submission
As ua mold to the unreal Mad boy gripsa the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steal
Fistful of steel
Fistful of steel Fistful of steel Fistful of steel
If ya will it, I wll spill it
And ya out just as quick as ya came
Not a silent one But a defiant one
Never a normal one 'Cause I'm the bastard son
With the cisions of the move
Vocals not to soothe But to ignight and put in flight
My sence of militance Groovin', playin' this game called survival
Status the elite, the enemy, the rival
The silent sheep slippin', riffin', trippin'
Give ya a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin'
Strppin' into the jam and I'm slammin' like Shaquille
Mad boy grips the microphone With as fistful of steel
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
Then you would push the button
But if you're bowin' down Then let me do the cuttin'
'Cause our people still dwell in hell
Locked in a cell Yes, the structure's a cell
How long can we wait Caome 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 stck-up
Our freedom, for your life I wish I could be peaceful
But there can be no sequel
Now freedom must be fundamental
In Johannesburg or South Central On the mic,
Cause some one should tell 'em To kick the township rebellion
That fill your mind The thoughts, battles fought
And lessons tought
And I'll display the fitness And flip like a gymness
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 Gota get wreck
'Til our necks never swing on a rope
From here to the cape of no hope
On a silent platform Fight the war
Fuck the norm
All live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think
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 inf ront of it
Brotha did you forget your name
Did you loose it on the wall Playing tic-tac-toe
Three brothers gone
Come on Doesn't that make it three in a row Anger is a gift
Three million gone
Come on 'Cause ya know they're counting backwards to zero
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
The picture on the cover is a burning monk.
The burning monk is Thich Quang Duc, an elderly Buddhist monk, immolating himself on a main intersection in Saigon, Vietnam on June 11, 1963 to protest the rule of Ngo Dinh Diem,
the American backed leader of Vietnam who was leading an anti-Buddhist campaign in southern Vietnam. This action was witnessed and filmed by many members of the American media and led to the end of the Diem rule in Vietnam.
This photo won the 1963 Pulitzer Prize.
Landlords and power whores
The thoughts of a militant mind
Landlords and power whores
chorus:
Another funky radical bombtrack
Landlords and power whores
chorus
Killing in the Name(my own bastardization)
Killing in the name of
Some of those who work forces
Killing in the name of
Now you what they told ya
Those who died are jusified
Now you do what they tell ya
Fuck you I wont do what you tell me
Take The Power Back
In the right light, study becomes insight
So-called facts are fraud
chorus:
The present curriculums
Chorus
The teacher stands infront of the class
Europe ain't my rope to swing on
No more lies
Settle For Nothing
A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home
Read my writing on the wall
A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home
Read my writing on the wall
Read my writing on the wall
If we don't take action now
Bullet In The Head
This time the bullet cold rocked ya
Blasted through ya head
I give a shout out to the living dead
They load the clip on omnicolour
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They load the clip on omnicolour
No escape from the mass mind rape
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
Ya standin' in line
Know Your Enemy
Born with insight and a raised fist
Something must be done
Fist in ya face, in the place
Word is born
Something must be done
Now action must be taken
I've got no patience now
I've got no patience now
Yes I know my enemies
Wake Up
Although u try to discredit
Movements come and movements go
You know they went after King
Wit poetry, my mind I flex
Ya betta beware
The networks at work, keepin' people calm
What was the price on his head
How long
Fistful OF Steel
Silence
If the vibe was suicide
Sone speak the sounds
Chorus:
Yes, it's time to flow like the fluid in ya veins
Chorus
A 44 full of Bullets
If the vibe was suicide
Township Rebellion
Rebel, rebel and yell
Chorus:
Yea, so you thought you could get with the hardlines
Chorus
Why stand
Freedom
Solo, I'm a solo lis
It's set up like a deck of cards
Chorus:
Yo check the diagonal
Chorus
Yo check the diagonal
Environment
Freedom, freedom, yea right
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