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
Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I 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 I 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 ya
interfere
With the thoughts of 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
Chorus
Killing in the name of
Some of those who work forces
Are the same who burn crosses
Killing in the name of
Now you what they told ya
Those who died are jusified
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 do what they tell ya
Now you're under control
Fuck you I wont do what you tell me
Mother fuckers
TAKE THE POWER BACK.
SETTLE FOR NOTHING.
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 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
Chorus:
We gotta take the power back
We gotta take the power back
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
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
Chorus
The teacher stands infront of the
class
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
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 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
Chorus
No more lies
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 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
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 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
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 whan I
fall
If ignorance is bliss
Then knock the smile of my face
If we don't take action now
We settle for nothing later
We'll setlle for nothing now
And we'll settle for nothing later
This time the bullet cold rocked ya
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
Blasted through ya head
I give a shout out to the living
dead
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
They load the clip on omnicolour
The 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 on omnicolour
The 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 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
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
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'
Sone speak the sounds
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
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 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
Chorus
A 44 full of Bullets
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
If the vibe was suicide
Then you would push the button
But if you're bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin'