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1. _ Fuck Tha Police
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.
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2. _ 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
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3. _ Bombtrack
Ughh!
Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...ughh!
Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...yeah!
It goes a-1, 2, 3...
Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack
And suckas be thinkin' that they can fade 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
Fuck 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
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-1, 2, 3
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
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn!
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4. _ Zapata's Blood
Like they deserve
Wasn't spilt in vein
So now you're pullin' the moves pullin'
The moves pullin' the moves
We'll wage, we'll wage we'll wage war
To replace our name
Some guys got blurred
So now you're pullin' the moves, pullin'
The moves, pullin' the moves
We'll wage, we'll wage, we'll wage war
To reclaim our terrain
On january 1st, 1994
The indigenous farmers of southern mexico
Declared war on an unjust
And illigitimate government
Of 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 buired in the ground
And the people's voicce is heard once again
So check it out:
On january 1st, 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...
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5. _ Freedom
Uggh!
Pull, pull
Wuh! (sung sorta like michael jackson)
Come on!
Uggh!
Solo, i'm a soloist on a solo list
All 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!
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6. _ Without A Face
Uh! got no card so i got not 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, when my life expires
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 our 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
One motive no hope ah, born without a face
Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face
One motive no hope ah, yeah, born without a face
Without a face
Yeah, 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 tha toxic shock
Maize was all we needed ta sustain
Now her golden skin burns, insecticide rain
Ya down wit ddt yeah you know me
Raped for 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 motive no hope, ah
It's hard ta breathe wit wilson's head around my throat
Strangled and mangled another ss curtain call
When i tried ta cross tha white wall
When i tried ta cross tha white walls
Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face
One motive no hope ah, born without a face
Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face
One motive no hope ah, born without a face
You say fortify, reaction, you divide
And you say fortify, reaction, reaction
And you say fortify, reaction, reaction
You say fortify, reaction, you divide
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7. _ Clear The Lane
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
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8. _ Take The Power Back
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 right
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
Holes in our spirit causin' tears and fears
One-sided stories for years and years and years
I'm inferior? who's inferior?
Yeah, 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
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
No more lies
Uggh!
Yeah!
Take it back y'all
Take it back, a-take it back
A-take it back y'all, come on!
Take it back y'all
Take it back, a-take it back
A-take it back y'all, come on!
Uggh!
Yeah!
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9. _ Darkness
Greed
Causing innocent blood to flow
Entire culture lost in the overthrow
They came to see, take whatever they please
Then all they gave back was death and disease
People were left with no choice but to decide
To conform to a system responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide, responsible for genocide
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 vacation
My peoples' culture was strong and was pure
And if not for that white greed, it would have endured
My people were left with no choice but to decide
To conform to a system
Their minds did slay
Their souls they cage
You feel the rage
This brutality can never be undone
But the sun has not yet set
The bass and drums and microphone a threat
That's when you've got to get the cry from the inside
And see that they're responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide, responsible for genocide
You jam your culture down my throat
Say i'm inferior when apon it i choke
You fill my mind with a false sense of history
And then you wonder why i have no identity
We'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 yall and you don't stop
Shedding light on the darkness of greed
A yes yes yall and you don't stop
Shedding light on the darkness of greed
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10. _ 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 read
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 centralized
So serene on the screen
You were 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
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
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Run it!
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
Checka, checka, check it out
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
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
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
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head!
Yeah!
Yeah!
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11. _ Hadda Been Playing On The Jukebox
Written by allen ginsberg, performed by rage against the machine
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 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 the mind
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
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 that 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 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
It had to be the cia and the mafia and the fbi
Multinational capitalists
Strong armed squads
Private detective agencies for the 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
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12. _ Blacksteel: In The Hour Of Chaos
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 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
They got me rottin' in the time that i'm servin'
Tellin' you what happened the same time they're throwin'
4 of us packed in a cell like slaves - oh well
The same motherfucker got us livin' is his hell
You have to realize - what its a form of slavery
Organized under a swarm of devils
Straight up - word'em up on the level
The reasons are several, most of them federal
Here is my plan anyway and i say
I got gusto, but only some i can trust - yo
Some do a bid from 1 to 10
And i never did, and plus i never been
I'm on a tier where no tears should ever fall
Cell block and locked - i never clock it y'all
'cause time and time again time
They got me servin' to those and to them
I'm not a citizen
But ever when i catch a c-o
Sleepin' on the job - my plan is on go-ahead
On the strength, i'ma tell you the deal
I got nothin' to lose
'cause i'm goin' for the steel
You know i caught a c-o
Fallin' asleep on death row
I grabbed his gun - then he did what i said so
And everyman's got served
Along with the time they served
Decency was deserved
To understand my demands
I gave a warnin' - i wanted the governor, y'all
And plus the warden to know
That i was innocent -
Because i'm militant
Posing a threat, you bet it's fuckin' up the government
My plan said i had to get out and break north
Just like with oliver's neck
I had to get off - my boys had the feds in check
They couldn't do nuthin'
We had a force to instigate a prison riot
This is what it takes for peace
So i just took the piece
Black for black inside time to cut the leash
Freedom to get out - to the ghetto - no sell out
6 c-os we got we ought to put their head out
But i'll give 'em a chance, cause i'm civilized
As for the rest of the world, they can't realize
A cell is hell - i'm a rebel so i rebel
Between bars, got me thinkin' like an animal
Got a woman c-o to call me a copter
She tried to get away, and i popped her
Twice, right
Now who wanna get nice?
I had 6 c-os, now it's 5 to go
And i'm serious - call me delirious
But i'm still a captive
I gotta rap this
Time to break as time grows intense
I got the steel in my right hand
Now i'm lookin' for the fence
I ventured into the courtyard
Followed by 52 brothers
Bruised, battered, and scarred but hard
Goin' out with a bang
Ready to bang out
But power from the sky
And from the tower shots rang out
A high number of dose - yes
And some came close
Figure i trigger my steel
Stand and hold my post
This is what i mean - an anti-nigger machine
If i come out alive and then they won't - come clean
And then i threw up my steel bullets - flew up
Blew up, who shot...
What, who, the bazooka was who
And to my rescue, it was the s1ws
Secured my getaway, so i just gotaway
The joint broke, from the black smoke
Then they saw it was rougher thatn the average bluffer
'cause the steel was black, the attitude exact
Now the chase is on tellin' you to c'mon
53 brothers on the run, and we are gone
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