Evil Empire

His spit is worth more than her work
Pass tha purse to the pugilists
He's a prizefighter
He bought rings and he owns kin
And now he's swingin'
And now he's the champion
Hey revolver, don't mothers make
Good fathers ?
Revolver
A spotless domain
Hides festering hopes she's certain thre's more
Pictures of fields without fences
Her body numbs as he approaches the door
Hey revolver, don't mothers make
Good fathers ?
Revolver

Lick off the shot my stories shock ya like
Ellison
Main line adrenaline Gaza to Tienanmen
From the basement I'm dwellin' in
I cook back the sling
To stone a settler and breaks him off clean
Call me the upsetter
Here come the hands on the leashes
The cross, the capital, tha pale families, the
Fear and the mouthpieces
The single sista lynch
The cell dors crash
And the master's drums echo
Roll right
Roll call
Now we're alright
We're all calm
This hits like fists
Bomb with the left and don't miss
With the sickest stilo I spark fear in the pigs
In the park
Head crack, I hijack the papars and the vapors
Caught fire up in you mind
Come back, rewind one time
Here come the hands on the leashes
The cross, the capital, the pale families, the
Fear and the mouthpieces
The single sista lynch
The cell doors crash
And the master's drums echo
Roll right
Roll call
Now we're alright
We're all calm

Got no card so I got no soul, life is prison no
Parole, no control
Tha jura got my number on a wire tap, 'cause I
Jack for similac, fuck a cadillac
Survive one motive no hope 'cause every sidewalk
I walk is like a tightrope
Yes I know my deadline sire, it's when my life
Expires
So I'm sendin' paper south under tha barbed wire
Tha mother of my child will lose her mind at my
Grave
It's my life for their life so call it
A free trade
'Por vida' and out name up on tha stall
I took a death trip when I tried ta cross tha
White wall
Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born
Without a face
I tried ta look back ta my past long lost
A blood donor ta tha land owner holocaust
Pops heart stopped, in came tha air drop,
Flooded tha trench he couldn't shake the toxic shock
Maize was all we needed to sustain, now her
Golden skin burns, insecticide rain
Ya down with DDT, yeah you know me, rapped from tha
Grapes, profit for tha bourgeois
War tape boomin' path is luminoso, I'm headed
North like my name was kid cisco
To survive one motiveno hope, it's hard ta
Breathe wit Wilson's hand around
My throat
Strangled and mangled another SS
Curtain call, when I tried ta cross
Tha white wall
Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born
Without a face
You say fortify, reaction, you divide
You say fortify, reaction, reaction

This microphone explode, shattering
The molds
Ya eighter drop tha hits like de la o or get tha
Fuck off tha commode
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha
Bodies drop
Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this
A co-opt
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of
Tha power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets
Bigger
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse
They rally round tha family
With pockets full of shells
Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed tha war canibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a
Library
Line up to tha mind cemetery
What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an
Movin'
They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells
Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells
Rally round tha family
With pockets full of shells
Bulls on parade

Flip this capital eclipse
Tha vocal tone has got'em sweatin' they owe
Apocalypse
Yes, tha rebels of tha grains stand
Masterless
Tha masked one cap one nafta commin' with tha
New disaster
And yes we in wit tha wind an tha plan de
Ayala kin
Are comin' back around again
Tha slave driver saliva, one night power turns
Them devils mouths dry, Mexico burns
Here they come one by one killers of the new
Frontier
To occupy, we lost in fear
We are the wind below
We in wit the wind below
Flip this capital eclipse
Them bury life wit imp shifts, and
Poison lips
Yo thay talk it, while slicin' our viens so mark
It
From tha fincas overseers, to them
Vultures playin' markets
She ain't got nothin' but weapon
And shawl
She is chol, tzotzil,tojolobal, tzeltal
The tools are her tools, ejidos and ovaries
She once suffocated, now through a barrel she
Breathes
She is the wind below
We in wit the wind below
She is the wind below
All the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta
Annex the truth
While the new trust gonna flex, and cast their
Image in you
G.E. is gonna flex and try and annex
The truth
NBC is gonna flex and cast their image
In you
Disney bought the fantasies and piles
Of eyes
And ABC's new thrill rides of trails
And lies
And while the gut eaters strain to pull the
Mud from their mouths
They force our ears to go deaf to the screams in
The south

Tha sistas are in so check the front line
Seems i spent the '80s in the haiti state of mind
Cast me into classes for electro shock
Straight incarcerated, the curriculum's a cell block
I'm swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spit
Instructor come separate the healthy from tha sick
Ya weigh me on a scale, smellin' burnt skin
It's dark now in dachau and i'm screamin' from within
'cause i'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn i'm runnin' into hell's gates
So i grip tha cannon like fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates
Aw, power to tha people
'cause tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die
So i'm goin' out heavy sorta like mount tai
Wit tha five centuries of penitentiary so let tha guilty hang
In tha year of tha boomerang

I got no property but yo i'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo i'm a piece of it
In the year of tha boomerang
I got no property but yo i'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo i'm a piece of it
In the year of tha boomerang

Yeah!
Now it's upon you!
Now it's upon you!

Tha sistas are in so check the front line
Seems i spent the '80s in the haiti state of mind
Cast me into classes for electro shock
Straight incarcerated, the curriculum's a cell block
Swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spit
Instructor come separate the healthy from tha sick
Ya weigh me on a scale, i'm smellin' burnt skin
It's dark now in dachau and i'm screamin' from within
'cause i'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn i'm runnin' into hell's gates
So i grip tha cannon like fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates
Aw, power to tha people, yeah, yeah
Tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die
I'm goin' out heavy sorta like mount tai
Wit tha five centuries of penitentiary so let tha guilty hang
In tha year of tha boomerang

I got no property but yo i'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo i'm a piece of it
Uh! in the year of tha boomerang
I got no property but yo i'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo i'm a piece of it
In 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!