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.