Ughh! Hey you, it's just another bombtrack...ughh! Hey you, it's just another
bombtrack...yeah! It goes a-one, two three and It's just another bombtrack
And suckas be thinkin' that they can fake 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 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 Yes ya gonna 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-one, two, three 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 Yes ya gonna burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn,
burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya
gonna burn Euurrrggghhhhh! Uggh! Hey you, it's just another bombtrack...
Check it out... Modified chorus Burn!
2: Killing In The Name
Killing in the name of! Some of those that were forces are the same that
bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses
Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those
that were forces are the same that bore crosses Huh! 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 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 were forces are the same that bore crosses Some
of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those
that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were
forces are the same that bore crosses Uggh! 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 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! (Guitar solo: 'Yeah! Come on!') Fuck
you, I won't do what you tell me (8 times spoken becoming a shout by the
8th time) Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! (8 times, shouted) Motherfucker!
Uggh!
3: Take The Power Back
Spoken: 'Crank the music up' 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 write 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 'Cause holes in our spirit causin'
tears and fears One-sided stories for years and years and years I'm inferior?
Who's inferior? Yea, 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
(8 times, building to a crescendo) Uggh! Yeah! Take it back Joe Take it
back, a-take it back A-take it back Joe, come on! Take it back Joe Take
it back, a-take it back A-take it back Joe, come on! Uggh! Yeah!
4: 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
5: 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 red 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 centralised?
So serene on the screen You was 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 The
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 Yeah Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say
how high Run it! (Guitar solo) 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 Check-a, check-a, check it out They load the clip
in omnicolour Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time The 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 Yeah 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 (8 times, building to a shout) A bullet in ya head
(7 times, shouted/screamed) Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head! Yeah! Yeah!
(Sustained to end of drum roll)
6: 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 (8 times)
7: 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 (5
times) I think I heard, I think I heard a shot Background: 'Black nationalism'
'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 neutralise them' Wake up! Wake up! Wake
up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Spoken: "How long? Not
long, 'cause what you reap is what you sow."
8: 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 alone 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!
9: 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 the 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 (4 times) (Guitar solo) Why stand on a silent platform?
Fight the war, fuck the norm (4 times) 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 (4 times)
10: Freedom
Uggh! Pull, pull Wuh! (Sung sorta like Michael Jackson) 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? Spoken quietly: "Anger is a gift" Come on!
Uggh! (Guitar solo) 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 Spoken quietly: "Anger is a gift" Yeeeaaahhhh! Uggh!
Awww, bring that shit in! Uggh! Hey! Freedom...yea... Freedom...yea right...
Freedom...yeeeaaahhh! Freedom! Yea! Freedom! Yea right! Freedom! Yea! Freedom!
Yea! Right!
