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People
of the Sun
Bulls on
Parade
Vietnow
Revolver
Snakecharmer
Tire Me
Down Rodeo
Without
a Face
Wind Below
Roll Right
Year of
tha Boomerang
PEOPLE
OF THE SUN
Yeah people come up
Yeah, we better turn the bass up on this one
Check it, since 1516 minds attacked and overseen
Now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream
With their borders and boots on top of us
Pullin' knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis
But how you gonna get what you need to get?
The gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like Tet
The fifth sun sets get back reclaim
The spirit of Cuahtemoc alive an untamed
Now face the funk now blastin' out ya speaker
On the one Maya, Mexica
That vulture came to try and steal ya name
But now you got a gun, yeah this is for the people of the sun
It's comin' back around again!
This is for the people of the sun!
It's comin' back around again!
It's comin' back around again!
This is for the people of the sun!
It's comin' back around again!
Yeah, neva forget that the wip snapped ya back
Ya spine cracked for tobacco, oh I'm the Marlboro man
Our past blastin' on through the verses
Brigades of taxi cabs rollin' Broadway like hearses
Troops strippin' zoots, shots of red mist
Sailors blood on the deck, come sister resist
From the era of terror check this photo lens
Now the city of angels does the ethnic cleanse
Uh, heads bobbin' to that funk out ya speaker, on the one Maya, Mexica
That vulture came to try and steal ya name
But now you found a gun, you're history, this is for the people of the
sun
It's comin' back around again!
This is for the people of the sun!
It's comin' back around again! Yeah!
It's comin' back around again!
This is for the people of the sun!
It's comin' back around again!
It's comin' back around again!
This is for the people of the sun!
It's comin' back around again!
It's comin' back around again!
This is for the people of the sun!
It's comin' back around!
Of the sun
BULLS ON PARADE
Come with it now!
Come with it now!
The microphone explodes, shattering the mold
Either drop the hits like de la O or get the fuck off the commode
With the sure shot, sure to make the bodies drop
Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-opt
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' the thirst of the power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
The rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets bigger
The triggers cold empty ya purse
Rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells
Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk the corner to the rubble that used to be a library
Line up to the mind cemetery now
What we don't know keeps the contracts alive an movin'
They don't gotta burn the books they just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells
Rally round the family, pockets full of shells
Rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells
Bulls on parade
Come with it now!
Come with it now!
Bulls on parade! (x5)
VIETNOW
Turn off the radio, nah fuck it
Turn it off, fear is your only god
On the radio, nah fuck it
Turn it off, fear is your only god
On the radio, nah fuck it
Your savior's my guillotine
Crosses and kerosene
Merge on the networks
Slaggin' nerve gas
Up jump the boogie then bang,
Let' em hang
While the paranoid try to stuff the void
Let's capture this am mayhem
Undressed, and blessed by the lord
The power pendulum swings by the umbilical cord
Shock around the clock
From noon 'til noon
Men grabbin' they mics
And stuff 'em into the womb
Terror the product ya push
Well I’m a truth addict
Oh shit I gotta head rush
The sheep tremble an here come the votes
Thrown from the throat, new cages an scapegoats
Undressed and blesses by the lord
The same devil that run around Managua with a sword
Check the new style that Ollie found
I tune in with a bullet to shut down
The devil sound
The program of Vietnow
Flex the cerebellum
Fire
Somebody gotta shell 'em
Those evil angels lists, hittin' the am
Playlist, paid to say this
That one inhuman, illegal, single woman
The one with out a room
The transmission wippin' our backs
Comin' down like bats from Stacy Coon
Terror the product ya push
Well I’m a truth addict, oh shit I got a head rush
The sheep tremble an here come the votes
Throw from the throat, new cages and scapegoats
One caution the mics a detonate unwound to
Shut down the devil sound
Check the heads bow in Vietnow
Is all the world jails and churches? (x6)
REVOLVER
His spit is worth more than her work
Pass the purse to the pugilists
He's a prize-fighter
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!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver
A spotless domain
Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more
Pictures of fields without fences
A spotless domain
Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more
Pictures of fields without fences
Her body numbs as he approaches the door
As he approaches the door
As he approaches the door
As he approaches the door
As he approaches
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Yeah!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Revolver!
Revolver!
Revolver!
Revolver
SNAKECHARMER
Satellites and, pair of mirrors and, and a man without a home
With a horse, and a rider, and a clever, cunning killer
Silent in error and vocal in spotlights
Lying always sucking on a bottle of, that sweet, indulgent fluid
Oh greed oh yes oh greed oh yes!
Oh greed oh yes
Yeah!
Yeah!
26 years in this stage
Yeah!
You're 26 years in this stage
Yeah!
Your friendship is a fog
That disappears when the wind redirects
You!
Yes you!
Father's expectations, soul soaked in, spit and urine
And you gotta make it where?
To a sanctuary that's a fragile American hell
An empty dream
A selfish, horrific vision
Passed on like the deadliest of viruses
Crushing you and your naive profession
Have no illusions boy
Vomit all ideals and serve
Sleep and wake and serve
And don't think just wake and serve
Yeah!
Yeah!
26 years in this stage
Yeah!
You're 26 years in this stage
Yeah!
Your friendship is a fog
That disappears when the wind redirects
You! Interested in you, interested in you
Interested in you, interested in you (to end)
TIRE ME
Yeah ya tryin' to tire me, tire me
I can see you in front of me, front of me
Ya tryin' to tire me, tire me
Why don't you get from in front of me?
She's got everyone's eyes
Yeah!
In every home there's a sickening distress
Yeah!
Of roll that film she's a precious, a precious one
But we're all gonna......nah we're already dead!
We're already dead!
And those colorful words for the Laos frontiers-man
Who passed away with the truth
Amidst the eulogies of bliss
Who will know now what I know about you?
Now that history's a flowery cancerous mess
Yeah ya tryin' to tire me
A mess!
Overbearing yes ya tryin' to tire me
A mess!
Yeah ya tryin' to tire me, tire me
So get the fuck from in front of me
Nah let's see it broken, bloody and undressed!
We're already dead!
I wanna be Jackie Onassis
I wanna wear a pair of dark sunglasses
I wanna be Jackie O
Oh oh oh oh please don't die!
Yeah ya tryin' to tire me, tire me
I can see you in front of me, front of me
Ya tryin' to tire me, tire me
Why don't you get from in front of me?
We're already dead!
We're already dead!
We're already dead!
DOWN RODEO
Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one
So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one
So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo with a shotgun
Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight can't fight alone
Funk the track my verbs fly like the family stone
The pen devils set that stage for the war at home
Locked with out a wage ya standin' in the drop zone
The clockers born starin' at an empty plate
Momma's torn hands cover her sunken face
We hungry but them belly full
The structure is set ya never change it with a ballot pull
In the ruins there's a network for the toxic rock
School yard to precinct, suburb to project block
Bosses broke south for new flesh and a factory floor
The remains left chained to the powder war
Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
So make a move and plead the fifth 'cause ya can't plead the first
Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one
Yes I'm rollin' down Rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one
So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo with a shotgun
Bear witness to the sickest shot while suckas get romantic
They ain't gonna send us campin' like they did my man Fred Hampton
Still we lampin' still clockin' dirt for our sweat
A ballots dead so a bullet's what I get
A thousand years they had the tools
We should be takin' 'em
Fuck the G-ride I want the machines that are makin' em
Our target straight with a room full of armed pawn to
Off the kings out the west side at dawn
Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
Make a move and plead the fifth 'cause ya can't plead the first
Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one
Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one
Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo with a shotgun
The rungs torn from the ladder can't reach the tumour
One god, one market, one truth, one consumer
Just a quiet peaceful dance!
Just a quiet peaceful dance!
Just a quiet peaceful dance!
Just a quiet peaceful dance!
Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we'll never have
Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we don't have
WITHOUT A FACE
Got no card so I got no soul
Life is prison no parole
No control
The jura got my number on a wire tap
Cause I jack for Similac
Fuck a Cadillac to 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 the barbed wire
The mother of my child will lose her mind at my grave
It's my life for their life
So call it a free trade
"for vida" and our name up on the stall
I took a death trip
When I tried to cross the white wall
Walk unseen past the graves an the gates
Born without a face
One motive no hope
Born without a face
Walk unseen past the graves an the gates
Born without a face
One motive no hope
Born without a face
Without a face
I tried to look back to my past long lost
A blood donor to the land owner holocaust
Pops heart stopped
In came the air drop
Flooded the trench
He couldn't shake the toxic shock
Maize we all we needed to sustain
Now her golden skin burns
Insecticide rain
Ya down with DDT
Yeah you know me
Raped for the grapes
Profit for the bourgeois
War tape boomin'
Path is luminoso
I'm headed north like my name was Kid Cisco
To survive
One motive no hope
It's hard to breathe with Wilson's hand around my throat
Strangled and mangled
Another SS curtain call
When I tried to cross the white wall
Walk unseen past the graves an the gates
Born without a face
One motive no hope
Born without a face
Walk unseen past the graves an the gates
Born without a face
One motive no hope
Born without a face
You say fortify
Reaction
You divide
You say fortify
Reaction
Reaction
WIND BELOW
Flip this capital eclipse
The vocal tone has got'em sweatin’ their own Apocalypse
Yes, the rebels of the grains stand masterless
The masked ones cap one
NAFTA, hit me with a new disaster
And yes we in with the wind
And the Plan de Ayala kin
Comin' back around again
The slave driver saliva
One night power turns
Them devils mouth's dry
Mexico burns
Here they come
One by one
The killers of the new frontier
Occupy
Causing fear
With the wind below
If we die
You know we die one more come on
It is the wind below
If we die
You know we die one more come on
We in with the wind below
Flip this capital eclipse
Them bury life with IMF shifts
And poison lips
Yo they talk it
While slicin' our veins
So mark it
From the fincas, overseers, to them
Vultures payin' markets
She ain't got nothin' but weapon and shawl
She is Chol, Tzotzil, Tojolobal, Tzelta
The tools are her tools
Ejidos and ovaries
She once suffocated
Now through a barrel she breathes
She is the wind below
We in with the wind below
She is the wind below
All the shareholders gonna flex
And try to 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 brought the fantasies and piles of eyes
And ABC's new thrill rides of trials 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
ROLL RIGHT
Lick off the shot
my stories shock ya like Ellison
Main line adrenaline Gaza to Tianneman
From the basement I'm dwellin' in
I cock back the sling
To stone a settler
And break him off clean
Call me the upsetter
Here come the hands on the leashes
The cross, the Capitol, the pale families
The fear and the mouthpieces
The single sista lynch
The cell doors crash
And the master's drum echo
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 papers and the vapors
Caught fire up in our 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 door crash
And the master's drums echo
Echo
Roll right
Roll call
Now we're alright
We're all calm
YEAR OF THA BOOMERANG
The sistas are in so check the front line
Seems I spent the 80's in a Haiti state of mind
Cast me in the back just for electro shock
Trade incarcerated, curriculum's a cell block
Swimming in half truths makes me want to spit
It's time to come separate the healthy from the sick
Rate me on a scale
I'm smellin' burnt skin
It's dark now it's black out and I'm screaming from within
'Cos I'm still locked in the back rooms of the right
Enslaved by dogma
Talk about my birth right
Instead at every turn I'm running into hell's gate
So I grip the cannon like Fiona passed the shell to my classmate
Aww...power to the people!...
Bosses right to live is mine to die
So I'm throwin' heavy sorta like Muay Thai
With the five centuries of penitentiaries
So let the guilty hang...in the year of tha boomerang!
I've got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let the guilty hang
I've got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
In the year of tha boomerang
I've got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let the guilty hang
I've got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
In the year of tha boomerang
Yeah!
Now....lets....walk on.....you (2x)
This sistas are in so check the front line
Seems I spent the 80's in a hazy state of mind
Cast me in the back just for electro shock
Trade incarcerated, the curriculum's are cell blocks
I'm swimming in half truths and it makes me want to spit
It's time to come separate the healthy from the sick
Rate me on a scale
smelling burnt skin
It's dark now it's black out and I'm screaming from within
'Cuz I'm still locked in the back rooms of the right
Enslaved by dogma
Talk about my birth right
Insead at every turn I'm running into hells gate
So I grip the cannon like Fiona passed the shell to my classmate
Aww...Power to the people!
Yea, Yea, the bosses right to live is mine to die
So I'm throwin' now heavy sorta like Mao Thai
With the five centuries of penitentiaries
So let the guilty hang...in the year of tha boomerang!
I've got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let the guilty hang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
In the year of tha boomerang
I've got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let the guilty hang
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
In the year of tha boomerang
Yeah!
Now...lets...walk on....you (4x)
You! (8x)