This microphone explodes, shattering the molds Ya either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha Fuck off tha commode Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make
lost their minds No escape from the mass mind rape Play it again jack and then rewind the tape Play it again and again and again Until ya mind is
I be walkin' god like a dog My narrative fearless My word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home from Paris Steel from a furnace I was born landless
Every official that comes in Cripples us leaves us maimed Silent and tamed And with our flesh and bones He builds his homes Southern fist Rise
Coolin on the scene like a horse in a stable A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable I stepped back, like it wasn't no thing I Punched him
came ta try and steal ya name but Now you found a gun This is for the people of the sun It's comin' back around again This is for tha people of tha
The world is my expense The cost of my desire Jesus blessed me with its future And I protect it with fire So raise your fists And march around Don
The movie ran through me The glamour subdue me The tabloid untie me I'm empty please fill me Mister anchor assure me That Baghdad is burning Your
Transmission third world war third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground Ain't no shelter if you're looking for shade I lick shots at
I'm gonna kick 'em out Well I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got
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
opposite then ask if the brother's done I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean? I'm Raging, ripping
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
I'm gonna kick 'em out Well I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy
[Hook] Pistol-Grip PUMP on my lap at all times.. Pistol-Grip PUMP on my lap at all times.. Pistol-Grip PUMP on my lap at all times.. They can be fuckin
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now We're the renegades of this atomic age This atomic
The main attraction - distraction got ya number than nnumber than numb Empty ya pockets son; they got you thinkin that What ya need is what they sellin
You tell me you like the taste You just need an excuse You tell me it calms your nerves You just think it looks cool You tell me you want to be different
