The Battle of Los Angeles

Hungry people dont stay hungry for long
They get hope from fire and smoke as the wheat grows strong
Hungry people dont stay hungry for long
They get hope from fire and smoke as they reach for the dawn
Tha spirit of Jackson
Now screams through tha ruins
Through factory chainsAnd tha ghost of tha union
Forgotten remains
Disappear to their new homes
Tha knife tha thrust
Tha life burns to the raw bone
Tha blood on the floor of the tear is still dryin
Cover the spread sheets
Tha Dow Jones skyin
Cell block live stock
Tha bodies their buyin
Old south order
New northern horizon

Violence in all hands
Embrace it if need be
(Violence in all hands, embrace it if need be)
Livin been warfare
I press it to CD
(Livin been warfare, I press it to CD)

Violence in all hands
Embrace it if need be
(Violence in all hands, embrace it if need be)
Livin been warfare
I press it to CD
(Livin been warfare, I press it to CD)

A fire in the masters house is set
A fire in the masters house is set
A fire in the masters house is set
A fire in the masters house is set

Hungry people dont stay hungry for long
They get hope from fire and smoke as the wheat grows strong
Hungry people dont stay hungry for long
They get hope from fire and smoke as they reach for the dawn

Yo, Yo

Check tha high tech terror
Yes tha new order athletes
Peer into tha eyes of tha child already on trial
Armies rippin families apart
Get em on file
Convictions fit tha stock profile
All tha while films of dogs
Cutting through homes
Ripping skin from bones
Yes tha new millennium homes
Privatizing through private eyes
An era rising
Of tha old south order
New northern horizon
Violence in all hands
Embrace it if need be
(Violence in all hands, embrace it if need be)
Livin been warfare
I press it to CD
(Livin been warfare, I press it to CD)

Violence in all hands
Embrace it if need be
(Violence in all hands, embrace it if need be)
Livin been warfare
I press it to CD
(Livin been warfare, I press it to CD)

A fire in the masters house is set
A fire in the masters house is set
A fire in the masters house is set
A fire in the masters house is set

Uh, Uh
Cmon check it

Through Steel walls
Your voice blastin on
True rebel, my brother Mumia
I reflect upon
You be tha spark
That set the prairie fires on
Make the masses a mastodon path
To trample the fascists on
At fifteen exposed Phillys finest killing machine
Boots and mad guns
They pacify ya young
Cause and effect
Smell tha smoke and tha breeze
My panther, my brother
We are at war until youre free

Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless
Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless

Yet tha powerful got nervous
Cause he refused to be their servant
He spit truth
That burned like black churches
Prose and versesA million poor in hearses
Watch the decision of Dred Scott
As it reverses
Long as the rope
Is tied around Mumias neck
Let there be no rich white life
We bound to respect
Cause and effect
Cant ya smell tha smoke in tha breeze
My panther, my brother
We are at war until you're free

Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless
Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless
Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless
Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless

And Orwells hell a terror era coming through
But this little brothers watching you too
And Orwells hell a terror era coming through
But this little brothers watching you too
Watching you too

Feel the funk blast (whispered)
Feel the funk blast (whispered)
Well feel the funk blast
Well feel the funk blast
Well feel the funk blast
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 its tha native son
Born of Zapatas 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
Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth and a hearse
A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth
Theres 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?
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?

We're calm like a bomb (Ignite)
We're calm like a bomb (Ignite)

This aint subliminal
Feel the critical mass approach horizon
Tha pulse of the condemned
Sound off Americas 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
Theres a field full of slaves
Some corn and some debt
Theres a ditch full of bodies
Tha check for the rent
Theres 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?
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?

Calm like a bomb (Ignite)
Calm like a bomb (Ignite)
Calm like a bomb (Ignite)
Calm like a bomb (Ignite)

Calm like a bomb (Ignite)
Calm like a bomb (Ignite)
Calm like a bomb (Ignite)
Calm like a bomb (Ignite)
Calm like a bomb (Ignite)

Theres a mass without roofs
A prison to fill
Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills
Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
Theres a right to obey
And a right to kill

Theres a mass without roofs
Theres a prison to fill
Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills
Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
Cos theres a right to obey
And theres the right to kill

The hills find peace
Locked armed guard posts
Safe from the screams
Of the children born as ghosts
Gates, guns and alarms
Shape the calm of the dawn
Peering down into the basin
Where death lives on
Where young run foaming at the mouth with hate
Where burning batons beat the freezing who shake
Under the toxic sunsets they dine and toast
Their walls deny the terror facedBy the children born as ghosts
Born as ghosts
A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words
Born as ghosts
A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words
Born as ghosts
A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words
Born as ghosts
Were the children born as ghosts

Born as ghosts

One book and forty odd
Stuffed in a room
Ah, the school as a tomb
Where home is a wasteland
Taste the razor wire

And thought is locked in the womb
The tales that tear at the myth of the dream
(myth of the dream, myth of the dream)
A suffering that shocks the lives off the screen
(myth of the dream, myth of the dream)

Born as ghosts
A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words
Born as ghosts
A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words
Born as ghosts
A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words
Born as ghosts
We are the children born as ghosts
Born as ghosts
Born as ghosts

Born as ghosts
A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words
Born as ghosts
A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words
Born as ghosts
A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words
Born as ghosts
Were the children born as ghosts
Born as ghosts
Born as ghosts

Transmission third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
No shelter if youre looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
Silent play in the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The cameras eyes on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
Yes a spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins, stole your eyes
All the fistagons the bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above fuck it cut the cord

Lights out
Guerilla Radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out
Guerilla Radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out
Guerilla Radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out
Guerilla Radio

Contact I highjacked the frequencies
Blockin the beltway
Move on DC
Way past the days of bombin MCs
Sound off Mumia guan be free
Who gottem yo check the federal file
All you pen devils know the trial was vile
Army of pigs try to silence my style
Off em all out that box its my radio dial

Lights out
Guerilla Radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out
Guerilla Radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out
Guerilla Radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out
Guerilla Radio
Turn that shit up

It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here
What better time than now

All hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now

A mass of hands press on the market window
Ghosts of progress
Dressed in slow death
Feeding on hunger
And glaring through the promise
Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle
A mass of nameless at the oasis
That hides the graves beneath the masters hill
Buried for drinking
The rivers water
While shackled to the line
At the empty well

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over new ground
Listen to the fascist sing
Take hope here
War is elsewhere
You were chosen
This is god's land
Soon well be free
Of blot and mixture
Seeds planted by our
Forefathers hand

A mass of promises
Begin to rupture
Like the pockets
Of the new world kings
Like swollen stomachs
In Appalachia
Like the priests that fuck you
As they whisper holy things
A mass of tears have transformed to stones now
Sharpened on suffering
Woven into slings
Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress
Taking today what tomorrow never brings
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over new ground

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground

Is the new soundJust like the old sound?
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground

Aint the new sound
Just like the old sound?
Look at the noose now
Over the, over the, over the burning ground
Aint it funny how the factorys doors close
Round the time that the school doors close
Round the time that the doors of the jail cells
Open up to greet you like the reaper
Aint it funny how the factorys doors close
Round the time that the school doors close
Round the time that a hundred thousand jail cells
Open up to greet you like the reaper

Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Oasis
This is no oasis

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground

Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
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)
Like ashes in the fall (Ha Ha)