nyepet Posted January 17, 2007 Share Posted January 17, 2007 Ashes in the Fall A mass of hands press on the market windowGhosts of progressDressed in slow deathFeeding on hungerAnd glaring through the promiseUpon the food that rots slowly in the aisleA mass of nameless at the oasisThat hides the graves beneath the masters hillBuried for drinkingThe rivers waterWhile shackled to the lineAt the empty well This is the new soundJust like the old soundJust like the noose woundOver the new ground This is the new soundJust like the old soundJust like the noose woundOver new groundListen to the fascist singTake hope hereWar is elsewhereYou were chosenThis is god's landSoon well be freeOf blot and mixtureSeeds planted by ourForefathers hand A mass of promisesBegin to ruptureLike the pocketsOf the new world kingsLike swollen stomachsIn AppalachiaLike the priests that f#&k youAs they whisper holy thingsA mass of tears have transformed to stones nowSharpened on sufferingWoven into slingsHope lies in the rubble of this rich fortressTaking today what tomorrow never bringsThis is the new soundJust like the old soundJust like the noose woundOver new ground This is the new soundJust like the old soundJust like the noose woundOver the new ground Is the new soundJust like the old sound?Just like the noose woundOver the new ground Aint the new soundJust like the old sound?Look at the noose nowOver the, over the, over the burning groundAint it funny how the factorys doors closeRound the time that the school doors closeRound the time that the doors of the jail cellsOpen up to greet you like the reaperAint it funny how the factorys doors closeRound the time that the school doors closeRound the time that a hundred thousand jail cellsOpen up to greet you like the reaper OhhhhOhhhhOasisThis is no oasis This is the new soundJust like the old soundJust like the noose woundOver the new ground This is the new soundJust like the old soundJust like the noose woundOver the new ground Like ashes in the fallLike ashes in the fallLike ashes in the fallLike ashes in the fallLike ashes in the fallLike ashes in the fallLike ashes in the fallLike ashes in the fallLike ashes in the fallLike ashes in the fallLike ashes in the fall (Ha Ha)Like ashes in the fall (Ha Ha)Like ashes in the fall (Ha Ha)Like ashes in the fall (Ha Ha)Like ashes in the fall (Ha Ha)Like ashes in the fall (Ha Ha)Like ashes in the fall (Ha Ha)Like ashes in the fall (Ha Ha)Like ashes in the fall (Ha Ha)Like ashes in the fall (Ha Ha)Like ashes in the fall (Ha Ha)Like ashes in the fall (Ha Ha)Like ashes in the fall (Ha Ha)Like ashes in the fall (Ha Ha)Like ashes in the fall (Ha Ha)Like ashes in the fall (Ha Ha) Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted January 17, 2007 Share Posted January 17, 2007 War Within a Breath Every official that come inCripples us leaves us maimedSilent and tamedAnd with our flesh and bonesHe builds his homes Southern fistRise through tha jungle mistClenched to smash power so cancerousBlack flag and a red starA rising sun loomin over Los AngelesYes for Raza livin in La LaLike Gaza on to tha dawn IntifadaReach for the lessons tha masked pass onSeize tha metropolisIts you its built on Everything can change on new years dayEverything can change on a new years dayEverything can change on a new years dayEverything changed on a new years day CmonWar within a breathIts land or deathWar within a breathIts land or deathWar within a breathIts land or deathWar within a breathIts land Their existence is a crimeTheir seat, their robe, their tieTheir land deedsTheir hired gunsTheyre tha crime Shots heard underground round the raptureWorlds eye capturedAt last is a Mexican pastureTha masked screaming land or deathWithin a breathA war from the depth of timeShot four puppet governors in a lineShook all tha world bankersWho think they can rhymeShot the landlords who knew it was mineYes its a war from the depth of time And everything can change on a new years dayEverything can change on a new years dayEverything can change on a new years dayEverything can change on a new years dayCmon UhWearin the masked scream War within a breathIts land or deathWar within a breathIts land or deathWar within a breathIts land or deathWar within a breathIts land or death Its land or death (whispered) YeaaaaaahUhCmon, cmon, yes, yes, yes Its war within a breathIts land or deathWar within a breathIts land or deathWar within a breathIts land or deathWar within a breathIts land or death Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted January 17, 2007 Share Posted January 17, 2007 People Of The Sun Yeah people come up Yeah, we better turn tha bass up on this oneCheck it, since 1516 minds attacked and overseenNow crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dreamWit their borders and boots on top of usPullin' knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolisBut how you gonna get what you need ta get?Tha gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like TetTha fifth sun sets get back reclaimTha spirit of Cuahtemoc alive an untamedNow face tha funk now blastin' out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, MexicaThat vulture came ta try and steal ya nameBut now you got a gun, yeah this is for the people of the sun It's comin' back around again!This is for the people of the sun!It's comin' back around again! Uh! It's comin' back around again!This is for the people of the sun!It's comin' back around again! Uh! Yeah, neva forget that tha wip snapped ya backYa spine cracked for tobacco, oh I'm the Marlboro man, uhOur past blastin' on through the versesBrigades of taxi cabs rollin' Broadway like hearsesTroops strippin' zoots, shots of red mist,Sailors blood on tha deck, come sista resistFrom tha era of terror check this photo lens,Now tha city of angels does the ethnic cleanseUh, heads bobbin' to tha funk out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, MexicaThat vulture came to try and steal ya nameBut now you found a gun, you're history, this is for the people of the sun It's comin' back around again!This is for the people of the sun!It's comin' back around again! Yeah! It's comin' back around again!This is for the people of the sun!It's comin' back around again! It's comin' back around again!This is for the people of the sun!It's comin' back around again! It's comin' back around again!This is for the people of the sun!It's comin' back around!Of the sunPeople Of The Sun (Original, as on Bombs & Bullets)Bastard son is in, swimin' in a sea of funkClear the lane, I'm gonna have to dunk yaUp and down like a donut in a caffeinated drinkSo take the sink, I'll take ya to the brinkCheck the rugged style I flip (some versions say "bring")If the price is right, I'll take you on a tripIn my old school '62, two-tone white and blueOne that ya never wanna step toFace my baseline, feel the earth quakingSweat is on site at appamatoxMistakin' for my cultureWhite boys who came and tried to steal my nameBut now I got a gun, this is for the people of the sun! This is for the people of the sun!It's coming back around again!Yeah it's coming back around again!This is for the people of the sun!Yeah I'm not a silent one, I'm a defiant one, Never the normal one, 'cause I'm the bastard's sonTrip the way before the sky gives birthAnd now I trip the way from mother earthI'm tearin' off a, big fat chunk of the funkClear the lane I gotta dunk, never smoke the skunk Or the cestThe Humboldt, the showman of the buddhaGotta product six shooter, so f#&k the hootaFace the baselines feel the earth quakinSweat is on site at appamatoxMistaken for my culture, White boys who came and tried to steal my nameBut now I got a gun, this is for the people of the sun! It's coming back around again!This is for the people of the sun!It's coming back around again!Yeah it's coming back around again!This is for the people of the sun!For the sun! Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted January 17, 2007 Share Posted January 17, 2007 Bulls on Parade Come wit it now!Come wit it now!The microphone explodes, shattering the moldsEither drop tha hits like de la O or get tha f#&k off tha commodeWit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies dropDrop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-optTerror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power donsThat five sided fist-a-gonTha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets biggerTha triggers cold empty ya purse Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shellsThey rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shellsThey rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shellsThey rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells Weapons not food, not homes, not shoesNot need, just feed the war cannibal animalI walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a libraryLine up to tha mind cemetary nowWhat we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an movin'They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'emWhile arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cellsRally round tha family, pockets full of shells Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shellsThey rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shellsThey rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shellsThey rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells Bulls on parade Come wit it now!Come wit it now!Bulls on parade!Bulls on parade!Bulls on parade!Bulls on parade!Bulls on parade! Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted January 17, 2007 Share Posted January 17, 2007 Vietnow Turn on tha radio, nah f#&k it turn it offFear is your only god on the radioNah f#&k it, turn it offTurn it off, turn on tha radio, nah f#&k it turn it offFear is your only god on the radioNah f#&k it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene Merge on tha networks, slangin' nerve gasUp jump tha boogie then bang, let 'em hangWhile tha paraniod try ta stuff tha voidLet's capture this AM mayhemUndressed, and blessed by tha LordTha power pendulum swings by tha umbilical cordShock around tha clock, from noon 'til noonMen grabbin' they mics, and stuff 'em into tha wombTerror's tha product ya pushWell I'm a truth addict, oh s@%t I gotta headrushSheep tremble an here come tha votesThrown from tha throat, new cages an scapegoatsUndressed and blessed by tha LordTha same devil that ran around Managua wit a swordCheck out tha new style that Ollie foundI tune in wit a bullet ta shut down tha devil soundShut down tha devil soundTha program of VietnowShut down tha devil sound Turn on the radio, nah f#&k it turn it offFear is your only god on the radioNah f#&k it, turn it offTurn it off, turn on the radio, nah f#&k it turn it offFear is your only god on the radioNah f#&k it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene Flex tha cerebellum, fire, uh!Somebody gotta shell 'emThese evil angels lists, hittin' tha AM playlistPaid ta say thisThat one inhuman, illegal, single womanTha one wit out a roomThe transmissions wippin' our backsYeah, comin' down like bats from Stacy CoonTerror's tha product ya pushWell I'm a truth addict, oh s@%t I gotta headrushTha sheep tremble an here come tha votesThrown from tha throat, new cages and scapegoatsOne caution tha mics a detonator unwoundTa shut down tha devil soundShut down tha devil soundCheck tha heads bow in vietnowShut down tha devil sound Is all tha world jails and churches?Is all tha world jails and churches?Is all tha world jails and churches?Is all tha world jails and churches?Is all tha world jails and churches? Radio, nah f#&k it, turn it offFear is your only god on tha radioNah f#&k it, turn it offTurn it off, turn on tha radio, nah f#&k it turn it offFear is your only god on tha radioNah f#&k it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only godFear is your, fear is your, fear is your only godFear is your, fear is your, fear is your only godFear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted January 17, 2007 Share Posted January 17, 2007 Revolver His spit is worth more than her workPass the purse to the pugilistsHe's a prizefighterAnd he bought rings and he owns kinAnd now he's swingin'And now he's the championHey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?Revolver!Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?Revolver A spotless domainHides festering hopes she's certain there's morePictures of fields without fencesA spotless domainHides festering hopes she's certain there's morePictures of fields without fencesHer body numbs as he approaches the doorAs he approaches the doorAs he approaches the doorAs he approaches the doorAs he approachesHey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?Revolver!Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?Revolver!Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?Revolver!Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?Revolver! (Guitar solo) Yeah!Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?Revolver!Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?Revolver!Revolver!Revolver!Revolver!Revolver! Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted January 17, 2007 Share Posted January 17, 2007 Snakecharmer Satellites and, pair of mirrors and, and a man without a homeWith a horse, and a rider, and a clever, cunning killerSilent in error and vocal in spotlightsLying always sucking on a bottle of, that sweet, indulgent fluidOh greed oh yes oh greed oh yes!Oh greed oh yesYeah!Yeah! (Left channel - 26 years in this stageYeah! you're 26 years in this stage)Yeah!Your frienship is a fogThat disappears when the wind redirectsYou!Yes you! Father's expectations, soul soaked in, spit and urineAnd you gotta make it where?To a sanctuary that's a fragile American hellAn empty dreamA selfish, horrific visionPassed on like the deadliest of virusesCrushing you and your naive professionHave no illusions boyVomit all ideals and serveSleep and wake and serveAnd don't just think just wake and serveYeah!Yeah! Yeah! Your friendship is a fogThat disappears when the wind redirectsYou! Interested in you, interested in youInterested in you, interested in you (to end) Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted January 17, 2007 Share Posted January 17, 2007 Tire Me Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire meI can see you in front of me, front of meYa tryin' ta tire me, tire meWhy don't you get from in front of me?Oh she's got everyone's eyesYeah!In every home there's a sickening distressYeah!Of roll that film she's a precious, a precious oneBut we're all gonna......nah we're already dead!We're already dead! And those colorful words for tha Laos frontiers-manWho passed away with the truthAmidst the eulogies of blissWho will know now what I know about you?Now that history's a flowery cancerous messYeah ya tryin' ta tire meA mess!Overbearing yes ya tryin' ta tire meA mess!Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire meSo get the f#&k from in front of meNah let's see it broken, bloody and undressed!We're already dead! In a violent time (?) I wanna be Jackie OnassisI wanna wear a pair of dark sunglassesI wanna be Jackie OOh oh oh oh please don't die!Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire meI can see you in front of me, front of meYa tryin' ta tire me, tire meWhy don't you get from in front of me?Ruh!We're already dead!We're already dead!We're already dead! Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted January 17, 2007 Share Posted January 17, 2007 Down Rodeo Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgunThese people ain't seen a brown skin manSince their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgunThese people ain't seen a brown skin manSince their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight can't fight aloneFunk tha track my verbs fly like tha family stoneTha pen devils set that stage for tha war at homeLocked wit out a wage ya standin' in tha drop zoneThe clockers born starin' at an empty plateMomma's torn hands cover her sunken faceWe hungry but them belly fullThe structure is set ya neva change it with a ballot pullIn tha ruins there's a network for tha toxic rockSchool yard ta precinct, suburb ta project blockBosses broke south for new flesh and a factory floorThe remains left chained to the powder war Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearseSo make a move and plead the fifth 'cause ya can't plead the firstCan't waste a day when the night brings a hearseSo now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgunThese people ain't seen a brown skin manSince their grandparents bought one Yes I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgunThese people ain't seen a brown skin manSince their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun (Guitar solo) Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas get romanticThey ain't gonna send us campin' like they did my man Fred HamptonStill we lampin' still clockin' dirt for our sweatA ballots dead so a bullet's what I getA thousand years they had tha toolsWe should be takin' 'emf#&k tha G-ride I want the machines that are makin' emOur target straight wit a room full of armed pawn toOff tha kings out tha west side at dawn Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearseMake a move and plead the fifth 'cause ya can't plead the firstCan't waste a day when the night brings a hearseSo now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgunThese people ain't seen a brown skin manSince their grandparents bought one Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgunThese people ain't seen a brown skin manSince their grandparents bought one Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun The rungs torn from the ladder can't reach the tumourOne god, one market, one truth, one consumer Just a quiet peaceful dance!Just a quiet peaceful dance!Just a quiet peaceful dance!Just a quiet peaceful dance!Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we'll never haveJust a quiet peaceful dance for the things we don't have Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted January 17, 2007 Share Posted January 17, 2007 Without A Face Uh! Got no card so I got not soulLife is prison, no parole, no controlTha jura got my number on a wire tap'Cause I jack for similac, f#&k a cadillacSurvive one motive no hope'Cause every sidewalk I walk is like a tightropeYes I know my deadline sire, when my life expiresI'm sendin' paper south under tha barbed wireTha mother of my child will lose her mind at my graveIt's my life for their life so call it a free trade"Por vida" and our name up on tha stallI took a death trip when I tried ta cross tha white wallWalk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a faceOne motive no hope ah, born without a faceWalk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a faceOne motive no hope ah, yeah, born without a faceWithout a face Yeah, I tried ta look back ta my past long lostA blood donor ta tha land owner holocaustPops heart stopped, in came tha air dropFlooded tha trench he couldn't shake tha toxic shockMaize was all we needed ta sustainNow her golden skin burns, insecticide rainYa down wit DDT yeah you know meRaped for tha grapes, profit for tha bourgeois (?)War tape boomin' path is LuminosoI'm headed north like my name was kid 'CiscoTo survive one motive no hope, ahIt's hard ta breathe wit Wilson's head around my throatStrangled and mangled another SS curtain callWhen I tried ta cross tha white wallWhen I tried ta cross tha white wallsWalk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a faceOne motive no hope ah, born without a faceWalk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a faceOne motive no hope ah, born without a face You say fortify, reaction, you divideAnd you say fortify, reaction, reactionAnd you say fortify, reaction, reactionYou say fortify, reaction, you divide Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted January 17, 2007 Share Posted January 17, 2007 Wind Below Flip this capital eclipseTha vocal tone has got 'em sweatin' their own apocalypseYes, rebel of tha grains stand masterlessTha masked ones cap oneNAFTA comin' with tha new disasterAnd yes we in wit tha wind an tha plan de Ayala kinAre comin' back around againTha slave driver saliva, one night power turnsThem devils mouths dry, now Mexico burnsSo here they come one by one them killers of the new frontierOccupy, causin' fear, come onWit the wind below We in wit the wind below Wit the wind below Flip this capital eclipseThem bury life wit IMF shifts, and poison lipsYo they talk it, while slicin' our veins yo so mark itFrom the FINCAS overseers, to them vultures playin' marketsShe ain't got nothin' but weapon and shawlShe is Chol, Tzotzil, Tojolobal, TzeltalThe tools are her tools, Ejidos and ovariesShe once suffocated, now through a barrel she breathesShe is the wind below The wind below She is the wind below (Guitar solo) And all the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the truthWhile the new trust is gonna flex, and cast their image in youYeah all the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the truthAnd while the new trust tries ta flex, and cast their image in youAnd GE is gonna flex and try and annex the truthAnd NBC is gonna flex and cast their image in youAnd Disney bought the fantasies and piles of eyesAnd ABC's new thrill rides of trials and liesAnd while the gut eaters strain to pull the mud from their mouthsThey force our ears to go deaf to the screams in the southYeah!But we in wit the wind below!But we in wit the wind below!But we in wit the wind below! Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted January 17, 2007 Share Posted January 17, 2007 Roll Right Lick off the shot my stories shock ya like EllisonMain line adrenaline Gaza to TienanmenFrom the basement I'm dwellin' inI cock back tha sling to stone a settlerAnd breaks him off clean, call me the upsetterHere comes the hands on the leashesThe cross, the capital, the pale families, the fear and the mouthpiecesThe single sista lynchThe cell doors crashAnd the master's drums echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echoRoll right! Roll call!But now we're alright, we're all calm!Roll right! Roll call!And now we're alright, we're all calm! This hits like fists bomb with the left and don't missWith the sickest stilo I spark fear like pigs in the parkHead crack, I hijack the papersThe vapors caught fire up in your mindCome back rewind one timeHere comes the hands on the leashesThe cross, the capital, the pale families, the fear and the mouthpiecesThe single sista lynchThe cell doors crashAnd the master's drums echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echoRoll right! Roll call!But now we're alright, we're all calm!Roll right! Roll call! We gotta take 'em to tha seventh levelWe gotta take 'em to tha seventh levelFor their lives and my lives were never settledCome on, don't freeze when zero hour comesCome on, come on, don't freeze when zero hour comesCome on Send 'em to tha seventh level!Send 'em to tha seventh level!Send 'em to tha seventh level!Send 'em to tha seventh level!For their lives and my lives were never settled Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted January 17, 2007 Share Posted January 17, 2007 Year Of Tha Boomerang Tha sistas are in so check the front lineSeems I spent the '80s in the Haiti state of mindCast me into classes for electro shockStraight incarcerated, the curriculum's a cell blockI'm swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spitInstructor come separate the healthy from tha sickYa weigh me on a scale, smellin' burnt skinIt's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from within'Cause I'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha rightEnslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrightsYet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gatesSo I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my classmatesAw, power to tha people'Cause tha bosses right ta live is mine ta dieSo I'm goin' out heavy sorta like Mount TaiWit tha five centuries of penitentiary so let tha guilty hangIn tha year of tha boomerang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of itSo let tha guilty hangI got no property but yo I'm a piece of itIn the year of tha boomerangI got no property but yo I'm a piece of itSo let tha guilty hangI got no property but yo I'm a piece of itIn the year of tha boomerang Yeah!Now it's upon you!Now it's upon you! Tha sistas are in so check the front lineSeems I spent the '80s in the Haiti state of mindCast me into classes for electro shockStraight incarcerated, the curriculum's a cell blockSwimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spitInstructor come separate the healthy from tha sickYa weigh me on a scale, I'm smellin' burnt skinIt's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from within'Cause I'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha rightEnslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrightsYet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gatesSo I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my classmatesAw, power to tha people, yeah, yeahTha bosses right ta live is mine ta dieI'm goin' out heavy sorta like Mount TaiWit tha five centuries of penitentiary so let tha guilty hangIn tha year of tha boomerang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of itSo let tha guilty hangI got no property but yo I'm a piece of itUh! In the year of tha boomerangI got no property but yo I'm a piece of itSo let tha guilty hangI got no property but yo I'm a piece of itIn the year of tha boomerang Yeah!Now it's upon you!Now it's upon you!You! You! You! You! You! You! You! You! Yeah! Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted January 17, 2007 Share Posted January 17, 2007 Bombtrack Ughh! Hey you, it's just another bombtrack...ughh!Hey you, it's just another bombtrack...yeah!It goes a-one, two three andIt's just another bombtrackAnd suckas be thinkin' that they can fade thisBut I'm gonna drop it at a higher level'Cause I'm inclined to stoop downHand out some beat-downsCold runna train on punk ho's thatThink they run the gameBut I learned to burn that bridge and deleteThose who compete at a level that's obsoleteInstead I warm my hands upon the flames of the flagAs I recall our downfallAnd the business that burned us allSee through the news and the views that twist realityEnoughI call the bluffManifest destiny Landlords and power whoresOn my people they took turnsDispute the suits I igniteAnd then watch 'em burn With the thoughts from a militant mindHardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whoresOn my people they took turnsDispute the suits I igniteAnd then watch 'em burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burnBurn, burn, yes ya gonna burnBurn, burn, yes ya gonna burnBurn, burn, yes ya gonna burnYes ya gonna burn, burn, yes ya gonna burnBurn, burn, yes ya gonna burnBurn, burn, yes ya gonna burnBurn, burn, yes ya gonna burn It goes a-one, two, threeAnother funky radical bombtrackStarted as a sketch in my notebookAnd now dope hooks make punks take another lookMy thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fearThat ya card will get pulled if ya interfere With the thoughts from a militant mindHardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whoresOn my people they took turnsDispute the suits I igniteAnd then watch 'em burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burnBurn, burn, yes ya gonna burnBurn, burn, yes ya gonna burnBurn, burn, yes ya gonna burnYes ya gonna burn, burn, yes ya gonna burnBurn, burn, yes ya gonna burnBurn, burn, yes ya gonna burnBurn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Euurrrggghhhhh!Uggh! Hey you, it's just another bombtrack...Check it out... Bombtrack (evening sessions version)This version has an extra verse: Yeah, I tried to look back to my past long lostA blood-donor to the landowner holocaustPop's heart stopped, then came the air dropFlooded the trench, couldn't shake the toxic shockMaize, was all we needed to sustainNow her golden skin burns, insecticide rainsDown with DDT, yeah you know meRaped for the grapes and a profit for the bourgeosieMy war tape booming and my path is LuminosoI'm headed north like my name was kid 'CiscoTo survive, just a profit loss and learn (?)I gotta break 'em off and watch 'em burn Quote Link to comment
nyepet Posted January 17, 2007 Share Posted January 17, 2007 Killing In The Name Killing in the name of!Some of those that were forces are the same that burn crossesSome of those that were forces are the same that burn crossesSome of those that were forces are the same that burn crossesSome of those that were forces are the same that burn crossesHuh! Killing in the name of!Killing in the name of And now you do what they told ya (11 times)But now you do what they told yaWell now you do what they told ya Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whitesYou justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whitesThose who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whitesYou justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crossesSome of those that were forces are the same that bore crossesSome of those that were forces are the same that bore crossesSome of those that were forces are the same that bore crossesUggh! Killing in the name of!Killing in the name of And now you do what they told ya (4 times)And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control (7 times)And now you do what they told ya! Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whitesYou justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whitesThose who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whitesYou justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whitesCome on! (Guitar solo: 'Yeah! Come on!') f#&k you, I won't do what you tell me (8 times building to a shout)f#&k you, I won't do what you tell me! (8 times screamed/shouted)motherf#&ker!Uggh! Quote Link to comment
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