BOMBTRACK


    Ughh!
    Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...ughh!
    Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...yeah!
    It goes a-1, 2, 3...

    Hey yo, 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 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 upon the flames of the flag
    As I recall our downfall
    And the business that burned us all
    See through the news and the views that twist reality

    Enough
    I call the bluff
    Fuck Manifest destiny

    Landlords and power whores
    On my people they took turns
    Dispute the suits I ignite
    And then watch 'em burn

    With the thoughts from 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

    Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
    Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
    Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
    Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn

    Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
    Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
    Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
    Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn

    It goes a-1, 2, 3
    Another funky radical bombtrack
    Started as a sketch in my notebook
    And 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 from 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

    Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
    Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
    Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
    Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
    Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
    Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
    Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
    Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
    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
    Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
    Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
    Huh!

    Killing in the name of!
    Killing in the name of

    And now you do what they told ya
    And now you do what they told ya
    And now you do what they told ya
    And now you do what they told ya
    And now you do what they told ya
    And now you do what they told ya
    And now you do what they told ya
    And now you do what they told ya
    And now you do what they told ya
    And now you do what they told ya
    And now you do what they told ya
    But now you do what they told ya
    Well now you do what they told ya

    Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the
    chosen whites
    You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen

    whites
    Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the
    chosen whites
    You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen
    whites

    Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
    Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
    Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
    Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
    Uggh!

    Killing in the name of!
    Killing in the name of
    And now you do what they told ya
    And now you do what they told ya
    And now you do what they told ya
    And now you do what they told ya
    And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
    And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
    And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
    And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
    And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
    And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
    And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control
    And now you do what they told ya!

    Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the
    chosen whites
    You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen
    whites
    Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the
    chosen whites
    You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen
    whites
    Come on!

    Yeah! Come on!

    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!
    Motherfucker!
    Uggh!

    TAKE THE POWER BACK


    Bring that shit in! Uggh!

    Yeah, the movement's in motion with mass militant poetry
    Now check this out...uggh!

    In the right light, study becomes insight
    But the system that dissed us
    Teaches us to read and right

    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
    Yo, we gotta take the power back!
    Bam! Here's the plan
    Motherfuck 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 the 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

    Yeah, we gotta take the power back
    Come on, come on!
    We gotta take the power back

    The present curriculum
    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 hold us back
    We've got to take it back
    Holes in our spirit causin' tears and fears
    One-sided stories for years and years and years
    I'm inferior? Who's inferior?
    Yeah, we need to check the interior
    Of the system that cares about only one culture
    And that is why
    We gotta take the power back

    Yeah, we gotta take the power back
    Come on, come on!
    We gotta take the power back

    Hey yo check, we're gonna have to break it, break it,
    break it down
    Awww shit!

    Uggh!

    And like this...uggh!

    Come on, yeah! Bring it back the other way!

    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
    Bouning off every fucking wall
    His composure is well kept
    I guess he fears playing the fool
    The complacent students sit and listen to some of that
    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 the motherfuckin' 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

    Yeah, we gotta take the power back
    Come on, come on!
    We gotta take the power back

    No more lies
    No more lies
    No more lies
    No more lies
    No more lies
    No more lies
    No more lies
    No more lies

    Uggh!

    Yeah!

    Take it back y'all
    Take it back, a-take it back
    A-take it back y'all, come on!
    Take it back y'all
    Take it back, a-take it back
    A-take it back y'all, come on!

    Uggh!

    Yeah!

    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 violent rage
    But it's one that I can recognise
    Having never seen the colour 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 in an existence mundane
    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
    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 recognise
    Having never seen the colour 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 in an existence mundane
    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
    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
    Yeah!

    If we don't take action now
    We settle for nothing later
    Settle for nothing now
    And we'll settle for nothing later
    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

    If we don't take action now
    We'll settle for nothing later
    We settle for nothing now
    And we'll settle for nothing later
    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

    BULLET IN THE HEAD


    This time the bullet cold rocked ya
    A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
    Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
    Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
    Said it was blue
    When ya blood was read
    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 centralized
    So serene on the screen
    You were mesmerised
    Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
    Corporations cold
    Turn ya to stone before ya realise
    They load the clip in omnicolour
    Said 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
    Just victims of the in-house drive-by
    They say jump, you say how high

    Run it!

    Just victims of the in-house drive-by
    They say jump, you say how high
    Just victims of the in-house drive-by
    They say jump, you say how high

    Checka, checka, check it out
    They load the clip in omnicolour
    Said 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 jack and then rewind the tape
    And then 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're sellin' 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
    Just victims of the in-house drive-by
    They say jump, you say how high

    Uggh! Yeah! Yea!

    Ya standin' in line
    Believin' the lies
    Ya bowin' down to the flag
    Ya gotta bullet in ya head

    Ya standin' in line
    Believin' the lies
    Ya bowin' down to the flag
    Ya gotta bullet in ya head

    A bullet in ya head
    A bullet in ya head
    A bullet in ya head
    A bullet in ya head
    A bullet in ya head
    A bullet in ya head
    A bullet in ya head
    A bullet in ya head
    A bullet in ya head!
    A bullet in ya head!
    A bullet in ya head!
    A bullet in ya head!
    A bullet in ya head!
    A bullet in ya head!
    A bullet in ya head!
    Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head!

    Yeah!

    Yeah!

    KNOW YOUR ENEMY


    Huh!
    Yeah, we're comin' back then with another bombtrack
    Think ya know what it's all about
    Huh!
    Hey yo, so check this out
    Yeah!
    Know your enemy!
    Come on!

    Born with insight and a raised fist
    A witness to the slit wrist, that's with
    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 amplify
    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...Know your enemy!
    Yeah!
    Hey yo, and dick with this...uggh!
    Word is born
    Fight the war, fuck the norm
    Now I got no patience
    So sick of complacence
    With the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E
    Mind of a revolutionary
    So clear the lane
    The finger to the land of the chains
    What? The land of the free?
    Whoever told you that is your enemy?

    Now 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
    So sick of complacence now
    I've got no patience now
    So sick of complacence now
    Sick of sick of sick of sick of you
    Time has come to pay...
    Know your enemy!

    Come on!
    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
    All of which are American dreams
    All of which are American dreams
    All of which are American dreams
    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


    Come on!
    Uggh!

    Come on, although ya try to discredit
    Ya still never edit
    The needle, I'll thread it
    Radically poetic
    Standin' with the fury that they had in '66
    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

    Yeah!
    Yeah, back in this...
    Wit' poetry, my mind I flex
    Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse
    Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up
    To shake ya up, to break the structure up
    'Cause blood still flows in the gutter
    I'm like takin' photos
    Mad boy kicks open the shutter
    Set the groove
    Then stick and move like I was Cassius
    Rep the stutter step
    Then bomb a left upon the fascists
    Yea, the several federal men
    Who pulled schemes on the dream
    And put it to an end
    Ya better beware
    Of retribution with mind war
    20/20 visions and murals with metaphors
    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

    Uggh!
    What was the price on his head?
    What was the price on his head!


    I think I heard a shot
    I think I heard a shot
    I think I heard a shot
    I think I heard a shot
    I think I heard a shot
    I think I heard, I think I heard a shot

    'He may be a real contender for this position should he
    abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine
    of non-violence...and embrace black nationalism'
    'Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to
    pinpoint potential trouble-makers...And neutralize them,
    neutralize them, neutralize them'

    Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
    Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

    How long? Not long, cause what you reap is what you sow

    FISTFUL OF STEEL


    Huh!
    Check it...uggh!
    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
    And mad boy grips the microphone
    Wit' a fistful of steel
    Yeah...and mad mad boy grips the microphone
    Wit' a fistful of steel

    Wit' a fistful of steel
    ('Cause I know the power of the question)
    Wit' a fistful of steel
    Wit' a fistful of steel
    (And I won't stop cause I know the power of the question)

    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 silent 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
    The 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 Shaquille
    Mad boy grips the microphone
    Wit' a fistful of steel
    Yeah...and mad boy grips the microphone
    Wit' a fistful of steel

    Wit' a fistful of steel
    ('Cause I know the power of the question)
    Wit' a fistful of steel
    Wit' a fistful of steel
    (And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question)
    Ahh shit

    And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question

    And if the vibe was suicide
    Then you would push da button
    But if ya bowin' down
    Then let me do the cuttin`
    Yeah!
    Come on!

    A .44 full of bullets
    Face full of pale
    Eyes full of empty
    A stare full of nails
    The roulette ball, rolls along on the wheel
    A mind full of fire
    And a fistful of steel

    And if the vibe was suicide
    Then you would push da button
    But if ya bowin' down
    Then let me do the cuttin'

    Yeah! Wit' a fistful of steel!
    Come on!
    Uggh!
    Wit' a fistful of steel!
    Uggh!

    TOWNSHIP REBELLION


    Rebel, rebel and yell
    'Cause our people still dwell in hell
    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
    Our freedom or your life
    Lord, I wish I could be peacful
    But there can be no sequel
    Now freedom must be fundamental
    In Johannesburg or South Central
    On the mic, 'cause someone should tell 'em
    To kick in the township rebellion

    Yeah, what about that, sucker?

    Yeah, so you thought you could get with the hardlines
    That fill your mind
    Thoughts, battles fought
    And lessons taught
    Yes I'll display the fitness
    And flip like a gymnast
    Raise my fist and resist
    Asleep, though we stand in the midst
    Of a war
    Gotta get mine
    Gotta get more
    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
    Till our necks never swing on a rope
    From here to the cape of no hope

    Now freedom must be fundamental
    In Johannesburg or South Central
    On the mic, 'cause someone should tell 'em
    To kick in the township rebellion

    Why stand on a silent platform?

    Fight the war, fuck the norm
    Fight the war, fuck the norm
    Fight the war, fuck the norm
    Fight the war, fuck the norm

    Why stand on a silent platform?
    Fight the war, fuck the norm
    Fight the war, fuck the norm
    Fight the war, fuck the norm
    Fight the war, fuck the norm
    What's it gonna take?
    Euuurrrggghhhhh!
    Shackle their minds when they're bent on the cross
    When ignorance reigns, life is lost
    Shackle their minds when they're left on the cross
    When ignorance reigns, life is lost
    Shackled our minds when we're bent on the cross
    When ignorance reigns, life is lost
    Shackled our minds when we're left on the cross
    When ignorance reigns, life is lost, lost, lost!
    Shackle your minds and you're left on the cross!
    When ignorance reigns, life is lost!
    Just shackle your minds when you're bent on the cross!
    When ignorance reigns, life is lost, lost!

    Why stand on a silent platform?
    Fight the war, fuck the norm
    Fight the war, fuck the norm
    Fight the war, fuck the norm
    Fight the war, fuck the norm

    FREEDOM


    Uggh!
    Pull, pull
    Wuh!
    Come on!
    Uggh!

    Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
    Al live, never on a floppy disk
    Inka, inka, bottle of ink
    Paintings of rebellion
    Drawn up by the thoughts I think
    Yeah!
    Come on!

    The militant poet in once again, check it
    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

    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

    Come on!
    Uggh!
    Check that!
    Uggh!
    Come on
    Yeah
    Uggh!

    Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
    Did ya lose it on the wall
    Playin' tic-tac-toe?

    Yo, check the diagonal
    Three million gone
    Come on
    Cause they're counting backwards to zero

    Environment
    The environment exceeding on the level
    Of our unconciousness
    For example
    What does the billboard say
    Come and play, come and play
    Forget about the movement
    Anger is a gift

    Freedom, Freedom, yeah right