IT'S JUST ANOTHER BOMBTRACK

AND SUCKAS BE THINKIN' THAT THEY CAN

 FADE THIS

'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 HKOOKS MAKE PUNKS TAKE

 ANOTHER LOOK

MY THOUGHTS YA HEAR AND YA BEGIN TO

 LEAR

THAT YA CARD WILL GET PULLED IF YA

 INTERIERE

WITH THE THOUGHTS OF A MILIANT 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 of...
some of those that work forces...
are the same that burn crosses...

killing in the name of...
killing in the name of...
and now you do what they told you...

those who died are justified...
for wearin the badge in their chosen white...

some of those that work forces...
are the same that burn crosses...
killing in the name of...

and now you do what they told you...
and now your under control...


those who died are justified...
for wearin the badge in their chosen white...
they're justified those who died
for wearin the badge i their chosen white

fuck you I won't do what you tell me
				

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



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

 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 IONFERIOR? WHO'S INFERIOR?

YEA, 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' 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
				

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 8, A SIGN, A SET AND HOWI

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 PA

 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 HE

 THAT I CAN GRIP

I TRIED TO GRIP MY FAMILY

BUT I SLIPPED

TO ESCAPE FROM THE PAIN AN

 EXISTENCE MUDANE

I GOTTA 8, A SIGN, A SET AND HOWI

 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 I

 FALL

IF IGNORANCE IS BLISS

THEN KNOCK THE SMILE OFF MY FACE



IF WE DON'T TAKE ACTION NOW

WE, SETTLE FOR NOTHING LATER

WE'LL SETTLE FOR NOTHING NOW

AND WE'LL SETTLE FOR NOTHING LATER
				

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 MESMERLIZED

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

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
				

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

KNOW YOUR ENEMY



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 ANY KEY

WE'LL BREAK IN



I'VE GOT NO PATIENCE NOW

SO SICK OF COMPLACENCE NOW

I'VE GOT NO PATIENCE NOW

SO SICK OF COMPLACENCE NOW

SICK OF SICK OF SICK OF SICK OF SICK

 OF YOU

TIME HAS COME TO PAY



YES I KNOW MY ENEMIES

THEY'RE THE TEACHERS WHO TAUGHT ME

 TO FIGHT ME

COMPROMISE, CONFORMITY,

 ASSIMILATION, SUBMISSION

IGNORANCE, HYPOCRISY, BRUTALITY, THE

 ELITE

ALL OF WHICH ARE AMERICAN DREAMS
				

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
				

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

WIT' 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'
				

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 SO 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
				

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 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 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