Bombtrack
It's just another bombtrack
And suckas be thinkin' that they can fake this
But I'm a put 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 complete at a level that's obsolete
Instead I warm my hands on the flames of the flag
As I recall out 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 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 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 ya hear and ya begin to fear
That ya card will get pulled if you interfere
With the thoughts of a militant, militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline
Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits ignite
And then watch 'em burn
Killing In The Name
Killing in the name of
Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Killing in the name of
Killing in the name of
Now you do what they told ya
Now you do what they told ya
Now you do what they told ya
Now you do what they told ya
Those that died are justified
For wearin' a badge and their chosen white
You justify those that die
For wearin' their badge and chosen white
Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Killing in the name of
Killing in the name of
Now you do what they told ya
Now you do what they told ya
Now you do what they told ya
Now you do what they told ya
Those that died are justified
For wearin' a badge and their chosen white
You justify those that die
For wearin' their badge and chosen white
Fuck You I Won't Do What You Tell Me.
Fuck You I Won't Do What You Tell Me.
Fuck You I Won't Do What You Tell Me.
Fuck You I Won't Do What You Tell Me.
Fuck You I Won't Do What You Tell Me.
Fuck You I Won't Do What You Tell Me.
Fuck You I Won't Do What You Tell Me.
Fuck You I Won't Do What You Tell Me.
Fuck You I Won't Do What You Tell Me.
Fuck You I Won't Do What You Tell Me.
Fuck You I Won't Do What You Tell Me.
Fuck You I Won't Do What You Tell Me.
Fuck You I Won't Do What You Tell Me.
Fuck You I Won't Do What You Tell Me.
Fuck You I Won't Do What You Tell Me.
Fuck You I Won't Do What You Tell Me.
Those that died are justified
For wearin' a badge and their chosen white
You justify those that die
For wearin' their badge and chosen white
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, 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 quickless
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
We gotta take the power back
Chorus:
We gotta take the power back
We gotta take the power back
Come on
Come on
The present 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 attepting
To hold us back
We've got to take it back
Cause holes in out spirit are causin' tears and fears
One-sided stories for years and years and years
I'm inferior?
Who's inferior?
It's time
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 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
Europe ain't my rope to swing on
Can't learn a thing from it
Yet we hand from it
Gotta get it, gotta, get it together then
Like the mother fuckin' weatherman
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
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 violence rage
But it's one that I can recognise
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
An existence mudane
I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name
Read my writing on the wall
No one's 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 violence rage
But it's one that I can recognise
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
An existence mudane
I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now gotta 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 ifall
If ignorance is bliss
Then knock the smile off my face
If we don't take action now
We'll settle for nothing later
If we settle for nothing now
We'll settle for nothing later
Bullet In The Head
This time the bullet cold rocket ya
A yellow ribbon, instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
They said it was blue
When the blood was red
That's how you got a bullet blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized
So setence on the screen
You was mesmerized
Cellular phone
Soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya 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 hack and then rewind the tape
Play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Beleivin' all the lies that they're tellin' yea
Buying all the products that they're selling ya
They say jump and ya' say how high
Ya' brain dead
Ya' gotta fuckin' bullet in ya 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 gotta bullet in ya head
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 got to know
Ya got to know
That when I say go, go, go
Amp up and amplity 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
Word is born, fight the war, fuck the norm
Now I got no patience
So sick of complacence
With the defiance
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
Sick of complacence now
I've got no patience now
Sick of complacence now
Sick of sick of sick of
sick of you
Time has come to paaaaaaay
Yes I know my enemies
They're the teachers who taught me to fight
Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission
ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
Wake Up
Althought ya try to discredit
Ya still never edit
The needle, I'll thread it
Radically, poetic
Standin' with the fury that they had
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 their heads are flown
Cause all these punks
Got bullets in their heads
Departments of police, the judges, 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 finesse
Whadda I have to do to wake ya up
To shake ya up, to break the structure up
Cause this blood still flows in the gutter
I'm like takin' 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 betta 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?
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 the sounds
But speak in silent voices
Like radio is silent
Though it fills the air with noises
Its transmissions bring, submission,
As ya mold to the unreal
Mad boy grips the microphone
With 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 fluid in ya veins
If ya will it, I will spill it
And ya out just as quick as ya came
Not a silence 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
Status the elite, the enemy, the rival
The silent, sheep, slippin', riffin', trippin'
Give ya a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin
Steppin' into the jam and I'm slammin' like shaquile
Mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel
Chorus
A 44 full of bullets
Face full 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'
Township Rebellion
Rebel, rebel and yell
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
Out freedom of your 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 someone should tell 'em
To kick in the township rebellion
Yes, so you thought ya 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 mine
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 out
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
Why stand on a silent platform
Fight the war
Fuck the norm
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 up like a deck of cards
They're sendin' 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
Chorus:
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
Chorus
Yo, check the diagonal
Three million gone
Come on
Cause ya know they're counting backwards to zero
Enviroment
The enviroment 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
People Of The Sun
since 1516 minds attacked and overseen, now
amidst the ruins of this empty dream they're borders 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 that funk now blastin' out ya
speaker, on the one maya, mexica
that vulture 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 the people of tha sun
neva forget that tha whip snapped your back ya, ya
spine cracked for tobbaco, 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
the new era of terror check this photo lens, tha
city of angels does tha ethnic cleanse
heads bobbin' to that funk out ya
speaker, on the one maya, mexica
that vulture came ta try and 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 the people of the sun
Bulls On Parade
Come wit it now!
Come wit it now!
The microphone explodes, shattering the molds
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
Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
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 now
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
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
Bulls on parade
(Guitar solo)
Come wit it now!
Come wit it now!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
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 on tha radio, nah fuck it
turn it off, fear is your only god
on tha radio, nah fuck it
your savior's my guillotine, crosses
and kerosine
merge on that networks, slangin' nerve gas
up jump the boogie then bang,
let 'em hang
while tha paranoid try ta stuff the 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 tha product ya push
well i'm a truth addict, oh shit i got a head
rush
tha 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 tha new style that ollie found
i tune in wit a bullet ta shut down
tha devil sound
tha program of vietnowflex tha cerebellum, fire
somebody gotta shell 'em
those evil angels lists, hittin' 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
comin' down like bats from stacy coon
terror tha product you push
well i'm a truth addict, oh shit i gotta head
rush
tha sheep tremble and here come tha votes
thrown from tha throat, new cages and scapegoats
one caution tha mics a detonator unwound ta
shutdown tha devil sound
check tha heads bow in vietnow
is all the world jails and churches?
Revolver
his spit is worth more than her work
pass the purse to the pugilists
he's a prizefighter
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
a spotless domain
hides festering hopes she's certain ther's more
pictures of fields without fences
her body numbs as he approaches the door
hey revolver, don't mothers make
good fathers ?
revolver
Snakecharmer
satellites and mirrors and a man without a home
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
your friendship is a fog
that disappears when the wind redirects
you. yes you.
a father's expectation's, soul soaked in spit and
urine
and you gotta make it where
to a sanctuary that's only a fragile american
hell
an empty dream
a selfish, horrific vision
passed on like the deadliest of viruses
crushing you
so have no illusions boy
vomit up all ideals and serve
sleep and 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
Tire Me
yeah ya trin' 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 colourful words for tha laos frontiers-man
who passed away with the truth
amidst tha eulogues of bliss
who will now know what i know about you
now that history's a flowery cancerous mess
.....a mess
nah let's see it in broken, bloody, and undressed !
we're already dead !
i wanna be jackie onnanis
i wanna wear a pair of dark sunglasses
i wanna be jackie o
oh, oh, oh, please don't die
we're already dead
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
Without A Face
got no card so i got no soul, life is prison no
parole, no control
tha jura 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, it's when my life
expires
so i'm sendin' paper south under tha barbed wire
tha 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 upon tha stall
i took a death trip when i tried to cross tha
white wall
walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born
without a face
i tried to look back ta my past long lost
a blood donor ta tha land owner holocaust
pops heart stopped, in came tha air drop, flooded
tah trench he couldn't shake tha toxic shock
maize was all we needed to sustain, now her
golden skin burns, insesticide rain
ya down wit ddt yeah you know me, rapped for tha
grapes, profit for tha bourgeois
war tape boomin' path is luminoso, i'm headed
north like my name was kid cisco
to survive one motive no hope, it's hard ta
breathe wit wilson's hand around
my throat
strangled and mangled another ss
curtain call, when i tried ta cross
tha white wall
walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, bornwithout a face
you say fortify, reaction, you divide
you say fortify, reaction, reaction
Wind Below
flip this capital eclipse
tha vocal tone has got'em sweatin' they own
apocalypse
yes, tha rebels of tha grains stand
masterless
tha masked ones cap one nafta commin' with tha
new disaster
and yes wi in wit tha wind and 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
frontier
to occupy, we lost in fear
we are the wind below
flip this capital eclipse
them burn life wit imf shifts, and
poison lips
yo they talk it, while slicin' our veins so mark it
from tha 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
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
image in you
g.e. is gonna flex and try and annex
the truth
nbc is gonna flex and cast their image
in you
disney bought the fantasies an 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
Roll Right
lick off the shot my stories shock ya like ellison
main like adrenaline gaza to tienanmen
from the basement i'm dwellin
i cock back the slings
to stone a settler and breaks him off clean
call me the upsetter
here come the hands of the leashes
the cross, the capital the pale families, the
fear and the mouthpieces
the singles sista lynch
the cell doors crash
and the master's drums echo
roll right
roll call
now we're alright
we're all calm
this hits like fists
bomb with left and don't miss
with the sickest stilo i spark fear in the pigs
in the spark
head crack, i hijack the papers and the vapors
caught fire up in your mind
come back, rewind one time
here come the hands of 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 drums echo
roll right
roll call
now we're alright
we're all calm
Year Of The Boomerang
tha sistas are in so check tha front line
it seems i spent the '80s in a haiti state of mind
cast me into classes for the electro shock
straight incarcerated, the curriculum 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 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, ya talk about my birthrights
yea at every turn i'm runnin' into hells gates
so i grip tha cannon like fanon an pass tha
shells to my classmates
'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 the year of tha boomerang
i got no property but yo i'm a piece of it
so let tha guilty hang
in tha year of tha boomerang
and now it's upon you
