SOUND OF DA POLICE - KRS-1 cover

    Woop-woop!
    That's the sound of da police!
    Woop-woop!
    That's the sound of the beast!

    Verse One:

    Stand clear! Don man a-talk
    You can't stand where I stand, you can't walk where I walk Watch out! We run New York
    Police man come, we bust him out the park
    I know this for a fact, you don't like how I act You claim I'm sellin' crack
    But you be doin' that
    I'd rather say "see ya" Cause I would never be ya
    Be a officer? You WICKED overseer!
    Ya hotshot, wanna get props and be a saviour
    First show a little respect, change your behavior
    Change your attitude, change your plan
    There could never really be justice on stolen land
    Are you really for peace and equality?
    Or when my car is hooked up, you know you wanna follow me
    Your laws are minimal
    Cause you won't even think about lookin' at the real criminal
    This has got to cease
    Cause we be getting HYPED to the sound of da police!

    Chorus

    Verse Two:

    Now here's a likkle truth
    Open up your eye
    While you're checking out the boom-bap, check the exercise
    Take the word "overseer," like a sample
    Repeat it very quickly in a crew for example
    Overseer
    Overseer
    Overseer
    Overseer
    Officer, Officer, Officer, Officer!
    Yeah, officer from overseer
    You need a little clarity?
    Check the similarity!
    The overseer rode around the plantation
    The officer is off patroling all the nation
    The overseer could stop you what you're doing
    The officer will pull you over just when he's pursuing
    The overseer had the right to get ill
    And if you fought back, the overseer had the right to kill
    The officer has the right to arrest
    And if you fight back they put a hole in your chest!
    (Woop!) They both ride horses
    After 400 years, I've _got_ no choices!
    The police them have a little gun
    So when I'm on the streets, I walk around with a bigger one
    (Woop-woop!) I hear it all day
    Just so they can run the light and be upon their way

    Chorus

    Verse Three:

    Check out the message in a rough stylee
    The real criminals are the C-O-P
    You check for undercover and the one PD
    But just a mere Black man, them want check me
    Them check out me car for it shine like the sun
    But them jealous or them vexed cause them can't afford one
    Black people still slaves up til today
    But the Black police officer nah see it that way
    Him want a salary
    Him want it
    So he put on a badge and kill people for it
    My grandfather had to deal with the cops
    My great-grandfather dealt with the cops
    My GREAT grandfather had to deal with the cops
    And then my great, great, great, great... when it's gonna stop?!

    Chorus

    CAN'T KILL THE REVOLUTION (RAGE/TOOL COLLAB.)

    Maynard:
    Living on the street shores
    He didn't learn and wanted children
    Said, "What is there left to stay alive for?"
    He doesn't wanna see it..

    Maynard:
    He didn't wanna deal with it
    Here they come, feelings that come as natural
    Whatever left, he considered a loss, y'all
    He doesn't wanna see it...

    Maynard:
    Running away, getting some kinda cure
    "What is there left to keep him alive?" she said
    Give him your love, give him your love to save him
    Give him your love, give him your love to save him

    Maynard:
    Give him your love, give him your love to save him
    Don't run away, give him your love to save him
    Give him your love, give him your love to save him
    Give him your love...

    Zack 2x:
    You can kill the revolutionary
    But you can't kill the revolution
    Zach & Maynard 2x:
    You can kill the revolutionary
    But you can't kill the revolution

    Zack:
    Lies, negative indoctrination of our good selves
    Promote feelings of such hopelessness, powerlessness
    Suicide or a slower death from addiction
    seemed to be the only way to stop the pain

    Maynard:
    Running...

    Zack:
    Lies, negative indoctrination of our good selves
    Promote feelings of such hopelessness, powerlessness Suicide or a slower death from addiction
    seemed to be the only way to stop the pain

    Zack:
    Suicide seemed to be the only way to stop the pain
    Suicide seemed to be the only way to stop the pain

    Zack 2x:
    You can kill the revolutionary
    But you can't kill the revolution
    Zack & Maynard 4x:
    You can kill the revolutionary
    But you can't kill the revolution

    Clamp Down - Live, original the Clash

    Clamp down

    What are we gonna do now?
    Yeah, Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew?
    Cause they're working for the clampdown
    They put up a poster saying we earn more than you!
    When we're working for the clampdown
    We will teach our twisted speech
    To the young believers
    We will train our blue-eyed men
    To be young believers

    The judge said five to ten-but I say double that again
    I'm not working for the clamp down
    No man born with a living soul
    Can be working for the clampdown
    Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall
    How can you refuse it?
    Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
    D'you know that you can use it?

    The voices in your head are calling
    Stop wasting your time boy there's nothing coming
    Only a fool would think somebody could save you
    The men at the factory are old and cunning
    You don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin'
    It's the best years of your life they want to steal

    You grow up and you calm down
    You're working for the clampdown
    You start wearing the blue and brown
    You're working for the clampdown
    So you got someone to boss around
    It makes you feel big now
    You drift until you brutalize
    Take your gun, kill now

    In these days of evil presidentes
    Working for the clampdown
    But lately one or two has fully paid their due
    For working for the clampdown
    But ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!
    waiting to be nothing now
    waiting to be nothing now
    c'mon
    oww shit

    PRODUCER - Live track

    Earth shares what Earth receives
    And now only blood brings life
    A tiller bring life, producer bring life
    Protector bring life, soiled hands bring life

    The tree of democracy shall be watered by the blood of revolution
    So go plant a seed, go plant a seed for harvest
    Go plant a seed for harvest producer

    Producer, producer, producer, producer
    Producer, producer, producer, producer
    Producer, producer, producer, producer
    Producer, producer, producer, producer
    Producer, producer, producer, producer
    Producer, producer

    And it all shall fall by the grace of the people and
    It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
    It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
    It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
    It all shall fall
    It all shall fall

    I first met you and the ideas you uphold while incarserated A victim of a social experiment
    Eventually addicted to your eight hour injections of hypocracy and arrogance and greed
    Forced to sit with coplicity in front of my executioners
    As they blugeoned me with their so called superior values and demanded my submission
    I bacame an indentured servant in a factory
    Where I myself was the product
    Whos' useful quality was to protect their palaces
    Every word uttered from their mouths strangeled me

    So that every thought I express
    Shall sow the seed for the noose around their necks
    And set fire to their homes

    And every word uttered from their mouths strangeled me
    So that every thought I express
    Shall sow the seed for the noose around their necks
    And set fire to their homes

    And set fire to their homes
    And set fire to their homes
    And set fire to their homes
    And set fire to their homes

    And it all shall fall by the grace of the people and
    It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
    It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
    It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
    It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
    It all shall fall

    Fall
    Fall
    Fall
    Fall
    Fall
    Fall
    Fall
    Fall

    TESTIFY - Original Version

    Here we go
    9-5 is the blood for your sweat
    Pay the landlord, he's taking your blood for the rent
    Yo
    The balance dead so a bullet's what I get
    When my Mao-Say-Tung gets offensive like Tet
    The whip snapped my back
    My spine cracked
    For tobacco
    I'm the Marlboro man
    Can I make London bridges fall
    If they do me like Mumia Abu-Jamal
    Nobody move
    Nobody move
    86 Philly pigs drive a whole city block
    And I'm campin' like Hampton
    Read the word of the innocent
    Yet death row is locked
    Capitol-i-ism
    check the wrong rhythm
    And so they say let Saigons be Saigons
    But wait a Ho-Chi-minute

    Waste the day 'cause the night brings a hearse
    Make a move and plead the fifth,
    Ya can't plead the first

    Are you ready to testify?
    Get ready to testify
    Are you ready to testify?
    Get ready to testify

    The revolutionary aesthetic
    Black leather, beret and powder blue
    However meanacing this human form on the outside looks
    Without revolutionary action
    It's ever so translucent

    I stand admist grandeous gestures
    Postures and platforms of romanticism
    Creating more noise than answers
    Creating more noise than the sirens
    That keep our children crouched in corners

    I sit and watch us do the blind man's dance
    And I can't stand the smell of false composure
    So i take a Ho-Chi minute to meditate
    And think
    And then tune to the word of Jose Matin

    Doing is the best way of saying
    Doing is the best way of saying
    Doing is the best way of saying
    Doing is the best way of saying

    9-5 is the blood for your sweat
    Pay the landlord, he's taking your blood for the rent Yo
    The balance dead so a bullet's what I get
    When my Mao-Say-Tung gets effective like tet
    The whip snap my back
    My spine crack
    Front to back
    Ohhh what a Marlboro man
    Can I make London bridges fall
    If they do me like Mumia Abu-Jamal
    Nobody move
    Nobody move
    86 Philly pigs drive a whole city block
    And I'm campin' like Hampton
    Read the word of the innocent
    Yet death row is locked
    Capitol-i-ism
    check the wrong rhythm
    And so they say let Saigons be Saigons
    But wait a Ho-Chi-minute
    Waste the day 'cause the night brings a hearse
    Make a move and plead the fifth,
    Ya can't plead the first

    Are you ready to testify?
    Get ready to testify
    Are you ready to testify?
    Get ready to testify
    c'mon

    Doing is the best way of saying
    Doing is the best way of saying

    PEOPLE OF THE SUN - Original Version

    Yea...the bastard son is in
    swimming in a sea of funk
    clear tha lane, I'm gonna have to dunk ya
    Up and down like a donut in a caffenated drink
    so make a scene I take it to the brink
    Check around the style of it
    If the price is right ill take you on a trip
    In my old school 62
    Shoes are white and blue somethin you never want to step to
    Space My Bassline
    Feel the earthquakin
    when you shortside my automatic
    White Folks came and they try to steal my name
    But now I got a gun
    This is for the people of the sun

    CHORUS

    I'm not a silent one
    I'm a defiant one
    Never the normal one
    Cause i'm the bastard son
    Shift away before the sky sees blood
    And that was just away from mother earth
    I'm tearin' up a big fat chunk of the funk
    led a lead I gotta dunk Never smoke a skunk
    On the set, humble, shove anotha punta
    I got a product six shooter
    Face my bassline
    Feel the earth quakin'
    Cause when they short side my mathematics
    You take it from my culture
    White Folks came and they try to steal my name
    But now I got a gun
    This is for the people of the sun

    CHORUS

    MINDSETS A THREAT - Early demo

    Yeah
    Pump, pump, whee!
    Pump, pump, pump, pump, right
    Air
    Check it, uh

    Lyrical champion, the lyrical champion GO!
    Lyrical champion, we say the mindset's a threat GO!
    Lyrical champion, the lyrical champion GO!
    Lyrical champion, we say the mindset's a threat, uh

    You know!
    You know the mindset's a threat
    You know!
    Check it

    In the industry you see I keep a yellow tape
    Got the microphone because we want to be free
    Never oppress, nor to relay your stress
    [?] ability, but now you're put to the test
    I run a set in the cool atmosphere
    Don't worry about my [?] or the car that I steer
    The material pressure is just a digressor
    Be livin' my life for me because you struggle with pressure, uh

    You know!
    You know the mindset's a threat
    You know!
    You know the mindset's a threat
    You know!
    You know the mindset's a threat
    You know!
    You know the mindset's a threat

    Drop it

    Ease up!
    Bringin' in the new lifestyle in 1991 now
    With a rrrrrang 'em up in style we're bringin' it deep, yo
    Now bring it down
    Aw, shit

    Listen to what I'm sayin'
    Materialism I'm slayin'
    Chasin' a [?] 'cause you know what I mean
    It's the system your obeyin
    Throwin' it like a catcher
    You say what you think you [?]
    [? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?] GO!
    I run a set in the cool atmosphere
    Don't worry about my [?] or the car that I steer
    The material pressure is just a digressor
    Be livin' my life for me because you struggle with pressure, uh

    (You know!)
    Yeah!
    (You know!)
    In the new sound!
    (You know!)
    Ease up!

    AUTOLOGIC - Early demo

    C'mon!
    Go...go...go...ugh..
    Go...go...go...go...
    Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C (go...go...go...go...)
    Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C (go...go...go...go...)
    Hey! (go...go...go...go...)
    Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C (go...go...go...go...)
    C'mon (go...go...go...go...)
    Drop auto logic
    You thought you could get wit'
    Me and Tommy hittin' man
    Cold dropped a smash hit
    Angry as a battery
    Back in the funk
    'Cuz I'm not frontin'
    Commin' upon the stage I'll say ya somethin'
    Clear as a project
    The style is hectic
    Guess I'm left with
    A system sceptic
    The truths I'm droppin'
    From the pulpit I'm yellin'
    Inspired by gunshots from a township rebellion
    Word is a rough mix
    Sign of justice
    The rhyme is allowed 'cuz you can't philabust this
    Style I'll catch ya
    I'll catch ya the rapture
    Ya murdered my level head
    Ya know that I have to...

    Drop auto logic
    Yo I got to drop the logic
    Drop auto logic
    Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic

    Auto logic
    Yo I got to drop the logic
    Drop auto logic
    Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic

    Stop before you take a wrong turn
    Stop before you step up on the stage and get burned
    Stop and just listen
    I'm dismissing competition with decisions
    So I guess you'll have to listen and learn

    Creative
    So what ya gonna do?
    Ain't no fading
    So what ya gonna do?
    Grab the microphone and say a check one two
    The kid's solo
    Unafraid of any crew
    'Cuz I'm the type of mother with the maddest
    Status
    Statue or poll
    Paid in full
    No bull never dull
    Always in control
    Taking no shit like I was Manute Boll
    Ugh...huh...huh

    Awww ya...
    It goes a just like that...ya...
    Now break it down...

    Auto logic
    On auto pilot
    Silence equals death
    And death equals silence
    The crew that doesn't choose to speak their mind
    Is a crew that looses power over time
    And now that ya finally woke up
    Yo wish your mother fuckin' ass would have spoke up
    Voices in full
    The balled of the bullet
    The mic is a trigger and I pull it
    Droppin' and smashin'
    Thrashin' and bashin' the set
    Mentally and spiritually correct
    Back!...and ya know it's a treat
    'Cuz every time I step ya know I won't forget ta...

    Drop auto logic
    Yo I got to drop the logic
    Drop auto logic
    Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic

    Auto logic
    Yo I got to drop the logic
    Drop auto logic
    Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic

    Auto logic (go...go...go...go...)
    Yo I got to drop the logic
    Drop auto logic
    Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic

    Auto logic (go...go...go...go...)
    Yo I got to drop the logic
    Drop auto logic
    Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic
    C'mon

    THE NARROWS - Early demo

    Drop it
    Hey
    Ugh

    Try to crack
    And some will react
    Vocal snap so trap
    I'm trying to rap

    Those who try to subdue
    the truth
    lose their condition
    were labelled inactive

    Being 91
    the twentieth century
    Brooklyn is a magnum in the bottle of kerosiene

    flame ignites into the black
    sending fright
    thought you could read minds
    and words and insight

    Backin' the explosion on stage
    guns fear
    Frances Fanon
    presence of war

    Using my brain
    Until the power is obtained
    Using my strength to gain
    A struggle for rage

    But I
    Choose another tune to uplift
    Yeah, you know my anger is a gift
    a gift to expect the test we all must face
    Hah,
    Out my face

    Release the reason
    Allow the pain
    The actors change
    But the plays the same

    C'mon
    In the narrows
    In the narrows
    In the narrows

    Some are the holders of power
    But the style will [ ? ? ] shower
    Trying to like brothers about the structure itself
    Pay only motivates and creates more hate

    State to state
    I set it straight
    I investigate
    Debate, the [ ? ? ] who brought me lessons

    At the oppression I react with aggression
    Yo
    My section after section

    No need for repressing
    Just take a mic
    and a rap another session

    No need for guessing
    Yeah
    And that shit that your stressin'

    Release the reason
    Allow the pain
    The actors change
    But the plays the same

    Release the reason
    Allow the pain
    The actors change
    But the plays the same

    C'mon

    In the narrows
    In the narrows
    In the narrows

    Ugh!

    UGH!

    I'm on the mic
    Stepping up to sucka's
    while were drumming out the style
    and I do it with a smile

    When I put punks on trial
    Taking 'em back again
    Yeah the name of the comprehender

    The style I drop is going on and on
    To the punks to recognize the style
    Andrealize
    That I'm not no Punk Kid
    Just stepping up for the mic hit

    Ugh!
    In the narrows

    In the narrows
    In the narrows
    In the narrows

    Ugh!

    NO SHELTER - On the godzilla soundtrack and Australian BOLA

    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 sellin
    Make you think that buyin is rebellin
    From the theaters to malls on every shore
    Tha thin line between entertainment and war
    The frontline is everywhere, there be no shelter here
    Speilberg the nightmare works so push it far
    Amistad was a whip, the truth was feathered and tarred
    Memory erased, burned and scarred
    Trade in ya history for a VCR

    Cinema, simulated life, ill drama
    Fourth Reich culture - Americana
    Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for
    Tha thin line between entertainment and war

    There be no shelter here
    Tha frontline is everywhere

    Hospitals not profit full
    Yet market bulls got pockets full
    To advertise some hip disguise
    View tha world from American eyes
    Tha poor adore keep fiendin for more
    Tha thin line between entertainment and war
    They fix the need, develop the taste
    Buy their products or get laid to waste
    Coca-Cola is back in the veins of Saigon
    And Rambo too, he got a dope pair of Nikes on
    And Godzilla pure muthafuckin filler
    To keep ya eyes off the real killer

    Cinema, simulated life, ill drama
    Fourth Reich culture - Americana
    Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for
    Tha thin line between entertainment and war

    American eyes, American eyes....
    View the world from American eyes
    Bury the past, rob us blind
    And leave nothin behind

    Just stare
    Relive the nightmare.

    HADDA BE PLAYING ON THE JUKEBOX - From Live and Rare

    It had to be flashin' like the daily double
    It had to be playin' on TV
    It had to be loud mouthed on the comedy hour
    It had to be announced over loud speakers

    The CIA and the Mafia are in cahoots

    It had to be said in old ladies' language
    It had to be said in American headlines
    Kennedy stretched and smiled and got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
    Rich bankers with criminal connections
    Dope pushers in CIA working with dope pushers from Cuba working with a
    big time syndicate from Tampa, Florida
    And it had to be said with a big mouth

    It had to be moaned over factory foghorns
    It had to be chattered on car radio news broadcasts
    It had to be screamed in the kitchen
    It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting

    It had to be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors
    It had to be foghorned into New York harbor
    It had to echo onto hard hats
    It had to turn up the volume in university ballrooms

    It had to be written in library books, footnoted
    It had to be in the headlines of the Times and Le Monde
    It had to be barked on TV
    It had to be heard in alleys through ballroom doors

    It had to be played on wire services
    It had to be bells ringing
    Comedians stopped dead in the middle of a joke in Las Vegas

    It had to be FBI chief J. Edgar Hoover and Frank Costello syndicate
    mouthpiece meeting in Central Park, New York weekends,
    reported Time magazine

    It had to be the Mafia and the CIA together starting war on Cuba,
    Bay of Pigs and poison assassination headlines

    It had to be dope cops in the Mafia
    Who sold all their heroin in America

    It had to be the FBI and organized crime working together
    in cahoots against the commies

    It had to be ringing on multinational cash registers
    A world-wide laundry for organized criminal money

    It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI together
    They were bigger than Nixon
    And they were bigger than war

    It had to be a large room full of murder
    It had to be a mounted ass- a solid mass of rage
    A red hot pen
    A scream in the back of the throat

    It had to be a kid that can breathe
    It had to be in Rockefellers' mouth
    It had to be central intelligence, the family, allofthis, the agency Mafia
    It had to be organized crime

    One big set of gangs working together in cahoots

    Hitmen
    Murderers everywhere

    The secret
    The drunk
    The brutal
    The dirty and rich

    On top of a slag heap of prisons
    Industrial cancer
    Plutonium smog
    Garbage cities

    Grandmas' bed soft from fathers' resentment

    It had to be the rulers
    They wanted law and order
    And they got rich on wanting protection for the status quo

    They wanted junkies
    They wanted Attica
    They wanted Kent State
    They wanted war in Indochina

    yeah

    It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI

    Multinational capitalists
    Strong armed squads
    Private detective agencies for the oh so very rich
    And their armies and navies and their air force bombing planes

    It had to be capitalism
    The vortex of this rage
    This competition
    Man to man

    The horses head in a capitalists' bed
    The Cuban turf
    It rumbles in hitmen
    And gang wars across oceans

    Bombing Cambodia settled the score when Soviet pilots
    manned Egyptian fighter planes

    Chiles' red democracy
    Bumped off with White House pots and pans

    A warning to Mediterranean governments

    The secret police have been embraced for decades

    The NKPD and CIA keep each other's secrets
    The OGBU and DIA never hit their own
    The KGB and the FBI are one mind

    Brute force and full of money
    Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
    Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
    Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
    Brute force, world-wide, and full of money

    It had to be rich and it had to be powerful
    They had to murder in Indonesia 500000
    They had to murder in Indochina 2000000
    They had to murder in Czechoslovakia
    They had to murder in Chile
    They had to murder in Russia

    And they had to murder in America.

    Yeah!

    ZAPATA'S BLOOD - From Live and Rare

    Zapata's blood
    Wasn't spilt in vain
    So now the most poor wage war
    To reclaim their name

    Zapata's blood

    Wasn't spilt in vain

    So now the most poor wage war
    To reclaim their terrain

    On January 1st , 1994
    The indigenous farmers of Southern Mexico
    Declared war on an unjust
    and illegitimate government

    Out of the debt of the most wild, the most poor
    Came a just arm struggle
    for democracy, justice, and liberty
    And it won't stop until that 65 year old dictatorship,
    the Partido Revolucionario Institucional
    (Institutional Revolutionary Party) is buried in the
    ground
    and the people's voice is heard once again

    Yeah

    So check it out:
    On January 1st, of 94 they became known as
    the Zapatista movement
    And they have a saying, and I want you all to
    sing along with me real quick.
    It goes something like this
    It goes everything for everyone...
    and nothing for ourselves.
    Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
    Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
    Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
    Yeah, sing that shit...
    Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
    Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
    Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
    Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves...

    INTRO (BLACK STEEL IN THE HOUR OF CHAOS) - From Live and Rare

    (intro)
    Zack: Hey check this out right about now....
    I wanna introduce a brotha...who came all the way outta here
    from Long Island, New york. And he's one of the fathers of
    revolutionary music in our time period. He was a huge influence
    on us and we wanna bring him out right now. So check it out, we
    got a man by the name of Chuck D, from Public Enemy. Yeah.
    Chuck D: Wassup, wassup! Zack: Yo.... ( x5 )

    Chuck D: "I got a letter from the government
    The other day
    I opened and read it
    It said they were suckers
    They wanted me for their army or whatever
    Picture me given' a damn - I said never
    Here is a land that never gave a damn
    About a brother like me and myself
    Because they never did
    I wasn't wit' it, but just that very minute...
    It occured to me
    The suckers had authority
    Cold sweatin' as I dwell in my cell
    How long has it been?
    They got me sittin' in the state pen
    I gotta get out - but that thought was thought before
    I contemplated a plan on the cell floor
    I'm not a fugitive on the run
    But a brother like me begun - to be another one
    Public enemy servin' time - they drew the line y'all
    To criticize me for some crime - never the less
    They could not understand that I'm a Black man
    And I could never be a veteran
    On the strength, the situation's unreal
    I got a raw deal, so I'm goin' for the steel"

    Yeah!

    CLEAR THE LANE - From Live and Rare

    Hey yo!
    Let me be front
    This is real and not a stunt
    I'm comin' to the forefront
    Shovel for the rapper and clear the lane
    'Cos this jam is like a tomahawk chop
    Teach ya I'll never stop droppin' topics
    Vocal power?
    (a)yes I got it
    On central but their trying to clamp it down
    Flag was waving the wrong way so I shot it...down!
    Get down, and at the same time...
    Come up...down!
    This is a crime that shut us up
    I don't give a fuck
    'Cos the words and the thoughts still hit
    And like I said
    It's not a skit
    Jump another hit
    Yeah
    Ya know I don't need a drum kit
    Make 'em say awwww shit!
    The rebellion is true and legit

    Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
    Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
    Down! Get down!...and clear the land
    Down! Get down!...yeah!

    The rebel
    You'll never disable
    Defiance
    With the cards upon the table
    Pulling cards
    Keep the governements in check
    Yo!
    I think we need a new deck
    Never could trust a phillabusta'
    The mic is like a fist and it'll bust ya
    With words cold hittin' with the underground
    And now you're checkin' out the new sound
    Live hit
    A live pop
    Live rock
    And ya don't stop
    It goes on and on and on
    Who's a threat?
    C'mon, the war is on!

    Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
    Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
    Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
    Down! Get down!...and clear the lane

    (guitar solo)

    Start droppin'
    Our words are never safe
    Fighting myself
    'Till I'm where I gotta be
    I challange, don't sweat it
    Now don't you forget it
    Check me? What? Wait
    You better slow down!
    Realize I can't confine my rhyme to a beat
    I need cash so when I'm cool I'm never ever weak
    Places are fluid and diluted and complete
    Check me once, calm down and take a seat
    Strip the chains the freedom's there but then it's gone!

    Ugh...clear the lane
    Ugh...clear the lane
    Ugh...clear the lane
    Ugh...clear the lane

    Defiance
    Rippin' up the south set
    Every time I'm grippin' the mic it is a sound threat
    Resist against the suckers that bring the bass in
    Timmy C
    Bring that bass in!

    Ugh...clear the lane
    Ugh...clear the lane
    Ugh...clear the lane
    Ugh...clear the lane

    DARKNESS - From Live and Rare and The Crow Soundtrack

    Greed!
    Causing innocent blood to flow
    Entire culture, lost in the overthrow
    They came to seize and take whatever they please
    Then all they gave back was death and disease
    My people were left with no choice but to decide
    To conform to a system, responsible for genocide
    Responsible for genocide
    Responsible for genocide...

    Spoken:
    'AIDS is killing the entire African nation
    And a vaccine is still supposedly under preparation
    But these governments they don't mind the procrastination
    They say "We'll kill them off, take their land and go there for vaction.'

    My people's culture was strong, it was pure
    And if not for that white greed
    It would've endured
    My people were left with no choice but to decide
    To conform to a system
    Their minds enslaved
    Their souls encaged
    I feel the rage
    It's brutality can never be undone
    But the sun is not yet set
    The bass and drums and microphones a threat
    That's when ya investigate the crimes from the inside
    And see that they're responsible for genocide
    Responsible for genocide
    Responsible for genocide...

    Ya cram ya culture down my throat
    Say I'm inferior when I find that I choke
    Ya fill my mind with a false sense of history
    And then you wonder why I have no identity?
    Well I'll strike a match and it'll catch and
    Spread the insight we need
    A tiny fire, burning bright
    Shedding light on the darkness of greed

    A yes yes y'all
    And ya don't stop
    Shedding light on the darkness of greed

    A yes yes y'all
    And ya don't stop
    Shedding light on the darkness of greed.

    Yeah!

    FUCK THE POLICE - From Live and Rare, NWA cover

    Good Evening,

    We want to just quickly send a nice friendly message
    to uh, Fraternal Order of Police in Philadelphia.

    Here's something nice and friendly,
    Here's something nice and friendly,
    Here's something nice and friendly,
    and it goes something like this.

    Fuck tha police,
    Comin straight from the underground.
    Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown,
    And not the other color so police think,
    They have the authority to kill a minority.

    Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one,
    For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun,
    To be beatin on, and throwin in jail.
    We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell.

    Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager,
    With a little bit of gold and a pager.
    Searchin my car, lookin for the product.
    Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics.

    You'd rather see me in the pen,
    Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo.
    Beat tha police outta shape,
    And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape,
    To mark off the scene of the slaughter.
    No controller, bread and water.

    A young nigga on a warpath,
    And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath,
    Of cops, dyin in L. A.

    Yo, I got somethin to say.
    Fuck the police,
    Comon! Off, What?
    Fuck the police,
    Yeah!
    Comon!
    Fuck tha police,
    Yeah.

    Fuck The police,
    Comin straight from the underground.
    Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown,
    And not the other color so police think,
    They have the authority to kill a minority.

    Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one,
    For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun,
    To be beatin on, and throwin in jail.
    We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell.

    Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager,
    With a little bit of gold and a pager.
    Searchin my car, lookin for the product.
    Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics.

    You'd rather see me in the pen,
    Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo.
    Beat tha police outta shape,
    And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape,
    To mark off the scene of the slaughter.
    No controller, bread and water.

    I don't know if they fags or what,
    Search a nigga down and grabbin in the nuts.
    And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none.
    But don't let it be a black and a white one.
    Cuz they slam ya down to the street top,
    Black police showin out for the white cop.

    Yeah, my brothas will swarm,
    On any mutha fucka in a blue uniform.
    Just cuz we in Washington D.C, punk police are afraid of me.
    Hey!

    Punk on a warpath,
    And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath,
    Of cops, dyin in L. A.

    Hey yo, We got somethin to say.
    Fuck the police,
    Comon, sing that shit,
    Right now,
    Comon!
    Comon!
    One more time,
    Here we go, here we go,
    Comon!
    One More, We gotta do it, right now,
    Yeah,
    Check it out.