Feel the funk blast (whispered x2)
Well feel the funk blast (x3)
Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Check it Out Yo Yo Yo
I be walkin’ god like a dog
My narrative — fearless
Word war returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh Like steel from a
furnace
I was born landless
Yes it’s tha native son
Born of Zapata’s guns
Stroll through the shanties and tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry but with different last names
The vultures robbin’ everything leave nothing but chains
Pick a point on the globe, yes tha pictures tha same
There’s a bank,
theres a church, a myth and a hearse
A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth
There’s a widow pig parrot
A rebel to tame
A whitehooded judge
A syringe and a vein
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? (x4)
We’re calm like a bomb (Ignite x2)
This ain’t subliminal
Feel the critical mass approach horizon
Tha pulse of the condemned — Sound off, America’s demise
Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, Yes I spit fire
Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires
Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry, uh-huh
With different last names, uh-huh
The vultures robbin’ everyone leave nothing but chains
Pick a point here at home
Yes the pictures tha same
There’s a field full of slaves
Some corn and some debt
There’s a ditch full of bodies
Tha check for the rent
There’s a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone
The numb black screen That be feelin’ like home
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? (x4)
Calm like a bomb (Ignite x4)
Calm like a bomb (Ignite x5)
There’s a mass without roofs
A prison to fill
There’s a country’s soul that reads "Post: No Bills"
There’s a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
There’s a right to obey and a right to kill
There’s a mass without roofs
There’s a prison to fill
There’s a country’s soul that reads "Post: No Bills"
There’s a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
And there’s a right to obey
And there’s the right to kill