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
: My fears hunt me down Capturing my memories The frontier of loss They try to escape across the street where Jesus stripped bare And raped the
: Killing in the name of Some of those that work forces, are the saints that burn crosses Now ya do what they told ya Don't you die or justify
: The movie ran through me The glamour subdue me The tabloid untie me I'm empty please fill me Mister anchor assure me That Baghdad is burning
: I be walkin' god like a dog My narrative fearless My word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home from Paris Steel from a furnace I was born landless
: Every official that comes in Cripples us leaves us maimed Silent and tamed And with our flesh and bones He builds his homes Southern fist Rise
: Coolin on the scene like a horse in a stable A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable I stepped back, like it wasn't no thing I Punched
: It's just another bombtrack And suckas be thinkin' that they can fade it But I'm going to drop it at a higher level 'Cause I'm inclined to stoop
: I'm gonna kick 'em out Well I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got
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 tha people of tha
: Transmission third world war third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground Ain't no shelter if you're looking for shade I lick shots
: 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
: 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
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
opposite then ask if the brother's done I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean? I'm Raging, ripping
: This microphone explodes, shattering the molds Ya either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha Fuck off tha commode Wit tha sure shot, sure ta
: The main attraction - distraction got ya number than nnumber than numb Empty ya pockets son; they got you thinkin that What ya need is what they
: I'm gonna kick 'em out Well I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy
