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
endured My people were left with no choice but to decide To conform to a system Their minds enslaved Their souls encaged I feel the rage It's brutality
knee-deep in the system's shit Hoover, he was a body remover I'll give ya a dose But it'll never come close To the rage built up inside of me Fist in
Then flip like a gymnast Raise my fist and resist Asleep, though we stand in the midst of a war Gotta get mine, gotta get more Keepin' the mic warm against
back, I know who I am Raise [Incomprehensible] your ear, I'll drop the style and clear It's the beats and the lyrics they fear The rage is relentless
I be walkin' God like a dog my narrative fearless Word War returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris Like steel from a furnace, I was born landless
Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing You're missing the hootah of the funky Buddha Eluder of the fucked up styles that get wicked So come on as
It's a beautiful world, we live in A sweet romantic place Beautiful people everywhere The way they show they care Makes me want to say It's a beautiful
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
Down on the street where the faces shine Floatin' around I'm a real low mind See a pretty thing in a wall See a pretty thing in a wall In a wall In a
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 up the stage
Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy 'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy Tell me what can
Tom Joad Guitar Solo Now Tom Said; "Ma, whenever ya see a cop beatin' a guy Wherever a hungry new born baby cries Whereever there's a fight against
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
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm, no more No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm, no more Well, I wake up in the morning Fold my hands and pray for
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 fucking with other
gone Clear the lane Clear the lane Clear the lane Clear the lane Defiance rippin' up the south set Every time I'm grippin' the mic, it is a sound threat Resist against
Fuck tha police, fuck tha police Fuck tha police comin' straight from the underground Motherfucker got it bad 'cause I'm loud I'm not a carbon copy,