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Killing in the name of!Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses ---(x4)Huh!Killing in the name of!Killing in the name ofAnd now you do what they told ya ---(x11)But now you do what they told yaWell now you do what they told yaThose who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whitesYou justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whitesThose who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whitesYou justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whitesSome of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses ---(x4)Uggh!Killing in the name of!Killing in the name ofAnd now you do what they told ya ---(x4)And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control ---(x7)And now you do what they told ya!Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whitesYou justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whitesThose who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whitesYou justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whitesCome on!Yeah! Come on!Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me ---(x16)Motherfucker!Uggh!

Come wit it now!Come wit it now!The microphone explodes, shattering the moldsEither drop tha hits like de la O or get tha fuck off tha commodeWit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies dropDrop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-opTerror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power donsThat five sided fist-a-gonTha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets biggerTha triggers cold empty ya purseRally round tha family! With a pocket full of shellsThey rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shellsThey rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shellsThey rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shellsWeapons not food, not homes, not shoesNot need, just feed the war cannibal animalI walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a libraryLine up to tha mind cemetary nowWhat we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an movin'They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'emWhile arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cellsRally round tha family, pockets full of shellsRally round tha family! With a pocket full of shellsThey rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shellsThey rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shellsThey rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shellsBulls on paradeCome wit it now!Come wit it now!Bulls on parade!Bulls on parade!Bulls on parade!Bulls on parade!Bulls on parade!

Huh!Yeah, we're comin' back then with another bombtrackThink ya know what it's all aboutHuh!Hey yo, so check this outYeah!Know your enemy!Come on!Born with insight and a raised fistA witness to the slit wrist, that's withAs we move into '92Still in a room without a viewYa got to knowYa got to knowThat when I say go, go, goAmp up and amplifyDefyI'm a brother with a furious mindAction must be takenWe don't need the keyWe'll break inSomething must be doneAbout vengeance, a badge and a gun'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the systemI was born to rage against 'emFist in ya face, in the placeAnd I'll drop the style clearlyKnow your enemy...Know your enemy!Yeah!Hey yo, and dick with this...uggh!Word is bornFight the war, fuck the normNow I got no patienceSo sick of complacenceWith the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the EMind of a revolutionarySo clear the laneThe finger to the land of the chainsWhat? The land of the free?Whoever told you that is your enemy?Now something must be doneAbout vengeance, a badge and a gun'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the systemI was born to rage against 'emNow action must be takenWe don't need the keyWe'll break inI've got no patience nowSo sick of complacence nowI've got no patience nowSo sick of complacence nowSick of sick of sick of sick of youTime has come to pay...Know your enemy!Come on!Yes I know my enemiesThey're the teachers who taught me to fight meCompromise, conformity, assimilation, submissionIgnorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the eliteAll of which are American dreams ---(x8)

The main attraction - distractiongot ya number than nnumber than numbEmpty ya pockets son; they got you thinkin thatWhat ya need is what they sellinMake you think that buyin is rebellinFrom the theaters to malls on every shoreTha thin line between entertainment and warThe frontline is everywhere, there be no shelter hereSpeilberg the nightmare works so push it farAmistad was a whip, the truth was feathered and tarredMemory erased, burned and scarredTrade in ya history for a VCRCinema, simulated life, ill dramaFourth Reich culture - AmericanaChained to the dream they got ya searchin forTha thin line between entertainment and warThere be no shelter hereTha frontline is everywhereHospitals not profit fullYet market bulls got pockets fullTo advertise some hip disguiseView tha world from American eyesTha poor adore keep fiendin for moreTha thin line between entertainment and warThey fix the need, develop the tasteBuy their products or get laid to wasteCoca-Cola is back in the veins of SaigonAnd Rambo too, he got a dope pair of Nikes onAnd Godzilla pure muthafuckin fillerTo keep ya eyes off the real killerCinema, simulated life, ill dramaFourth Reich culture - AmericanaChained to the dream they got ya searchin forTha thin line between entertainment and warAmerican eyes, American eyes....View the world from American eyesBury the past, rob us blindAnd leave nothin behindJust stareRelive the nightmare.

My fears hunt me downCapturing my memoriesThe frontier of lossThey try to escape across the street whereJesus stripped bareAnd raped the spirit he was supposed to nurtureIn the name of myIn the name of myBorn of a broken man, but not a broken manBorn of a broken man, never a broken manBorn of a broken man, but not a broken manBorn of a broken man, never a broken manLike autumn leaves his sense fell from himAn empty glass of himself shattered somewhere withinHis thoughts like a hundred mothsTrapped in a lampshadeSomewhere withinTheir wings banging and burningOn through endless nightForever awake he lies shaking and starvingPraying for someone to turn off the lightBorn of a broken man, never a broken manBorn of a broken man, but not a broken manBorn of a broken man, never a broken manBorn of a broken man, but not a broken manMy fear is hunting me downCapturing my memoriesThe frontier of laosThey try to escape across the street whereJesus stripped bareAnd raped the spirit he was supposed to nurtureIn the name of myIn the name of myYEAAAH!Born of a broken man, but not a broken manBorn of a broken man, never a broken manBorn of a broken man, never a broken manBorn of a broken man, but not a broken man

Man walks along the railroad trackHe's Goin' some place, there's no turnin' backThe Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridgeMan sleeps by a campfire under the bridgeThe shelter line stretchin' around the cornerWelcome to the New World OrderFamilies sleepin' in their cars out in the SouthwestNo job, no hope, no peace, no rest, NO REST!And The highway is alive tonightNobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goesI'm sitting down here in the campfire lightSearchin' for the Ghost of Tom JoadHe pulls his prayer book out of a sleepin' bagThe preacher lights up a butt and takes a dragHe's waitin' for the time when the last shall be first and the first shall be lastIn a cardboard box 'neath the underpassWith a one way ticket to the promised landWith a hole in your belly and a gun in your handLookin' for a pillow of solid rockBathin' in the cities' aqueductsAnd The highway is alive tonightNobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goesI'm sittin' down here in the campfire lightWith the Ghost of old Tom JoadNow Tom Said; "Ma, whenever ya see a cop beatin' a guyWherever a hungry new born baby criesWhereever there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the airLook for me ma'I'll be thereWherever somebodies stuglin' for a place to standFor a decent job or a helpin' handWherever somebody is strugglin' to be freeLook in their eyes ma,You'll see me! (repeat 8 times)And the highway is alive tonightnobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goesI'm sittin' down here in the campfire lightWith the Ghost of Tom Joad.Yeah!

This time the bullet cold rocked yaA yellow ribbon instead of a swastikaNothin' proper about ya propagandaFools follow rules when the set commands yaSaid it was blueWhen ya blood was readThat's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya headBlasted through ya headBlasted through ya headI give a shout out to the living deadWho stood and watched as the feds cold centralizedSo serene on the screenYou were mesmerisedCellular phones soundin' a death toneCorporations coldTurn ya to stone before ya realiseThey load the clip in omnicolourSaid they pack the 9, they fire it at prime timeSleeping gas, every home was like AlcatrazAnd mutha fuckas lost their mindsJust victims of the in-house drive-byThey say jump, you say how highJust victims of the in-house drive-byThey say jump, you say how highRun it!Just victims of the in-house drive-byThey say jump, you say how highJust victims of the in-house drive-byThey say jump, you say how highChecka, checka, check it outThey load the clip in omnicolourSaid they pack the 9, they fire it at prime timeSleeping gas, every home was like AlcatrazAnd mutha fuckas lost their mindsNo escape from the mass mind rapePlay it again jack and then rewind the tapeAnd then play it again and again and againUntil ya mind is locked inBelievin' all the lies that they're tellin' yaBuyin' all the products that they're sellin' yaThey say jump and ya say how highYa brain-deadYa gotta fuckin' bullet in ya headJust victims of the in-house drive-byThey say jump, you say how highJust victims of the in-house drive-byThey say jump, you say how highUggh! Yeah! Yea!Ya standin' in lineBelievin' the liesYa bowin' down to the flagYa gotta bullet in ya headYa standin' in lineBelievin' the liesYa bowin' down to the flagYa gotta bullet in ya headA bullet in ya head ---(x15)Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head!Yeah!Yeah!

Feel the funk blast (x5)Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out, yo, yo, yoI be walkin' god like a dogMy narrative fearlessMy word war returns to burnLike Baldwin home from ParisLike Steel from a furnaceI was born landlessThis is tha native sonBorn of Zapata's gunsStroll through tha shantiesAnd tha cities remainsSame bodies buried hungryBut with different last namesThese vultures rob everythingLeave nothing but chainsPick a point on tha globeYes tha pictures tha sameThere's a bank There's a church a myth and a hearseA mall and a loan a child dead at birthThere's a widow pig parrotA rebel to tameA whitehooded judgeA syringe and a veinAnd tha riot be tha rhyme of tha unheardwhat ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? (x4)Calm like a bombIgnite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, igniteCalm like a bombIgnite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, igniteThis ain't subliminalFeel tha critical mass approach horizonTha pulse of tha condemnedSound off America's demiseTha anti-myth rhythm rock shockerYes I spit fireHope lies in tha smoldering rubble of empiresYes back through tha shanties and tha cities remainsTha same bodies buried hungryBut with different last namesThese vultures rob everyoneLeave nothing but chainsPick a point here at homeYes tha picture's tha sameThere's a field full of slavesSome corn and some debtThere's a ditch full of bodiesTha check for tha rentThere's a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stoneTha numb black screenThat be feelin' like homeAnd tha riot be tha rhyme of tha unheardWhat ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? (x4)Calm like a bombIgnite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite (x8)Calm Like a bombThere's a mass without roofsThere's a prison to fillThere's a country's soul that reads post no billsThere's a strike and a line of cops outside of tha millThere's a right to obeyAnd there's a right to kill

Transmission third world war third roundA decade of the weapon of sound above groundNo shelter if you're lookin' for shadeI lick shots at the brutal charadeAs the polls close like a casketOn truth devouredA Silent play in the shadow of powerA spectacle monopolizedThe camera's eyes on choice disguisedWas it cast for the mass who burn and toil?Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?Yes a spectacle monopolizedThey hold the reins and stole your eyesOr the fistagonsThe bullets and bombsWho stuff the banksWho staff the party ranksMore for Gore or the son of a drug lordNone of the above fuck it cut the cordLights outGuerrilla Radio Turn that shit upLights outGuerrilla Radio Turn that shit upLights outGuerrilla Radio Turn that shit upLights outGuerrilla RadioContact I highjacked the frequenciesBlockin' the beltwayMove on D.C.Way past the days of Bombin' M.C.'sSound off Mumia guan be freeWho gottem yo check the federal fileAll you pen devils know the trial was vileAn army of pigs try to silence my styleOff 'em all out that boxIt's my radio dialLights outGuerrilla Radio Turn that shit upLights outGuerrilla Radio Turn that shit upLights outGuerrilla Radio Turn that shit upLights outGuerrilla Radio Turn that shit upIt has to start somewhere It has to start sometimeWhat better place than here, what better time than now?All hell can't stop us nowAll hell can't stop us nowAll hell can't stop us nowAll hell can't stop us nowAll hell can't stop us nowAll hell can't stop us now

UGH!The movie ran through meThe glamour subdue meThe tabloid untie meI'm empty please fill meMister anchor assure meThat Baghdad is burningYour voice it is so soothingThat cunning mantra of killingI need you my witnessTo dress this up so bloodlessTo numb me and purge me nowOf thoughts of blaming youYes the car is our wheelchairMy witness your coughingOily silence mocks the leglessOnes who travel now in coffinsOn the cornerThe jury's sleeplessWe found your weaknessAnd it's right outside our doorNow testifyNow testifyIt's right outside our doorNow testifyYes testifyIt's right outside our doorWith precision you feed meMy witness I'm hungryYour temple it calms meSo I can carry onMy slaving sweating the skin right off my bonesOn a bed of fire I'm choking on the smoke that fills my homeThe wrecking ball rushingWitness your blushingThe pipeline is gushingWhile here we lie in tombsWhile on the cornerThe jury's sleeplessWe found your weaknessAnd it's right outside your doorNow testifyYeah testifyIt's right outside our doorNow testifyNow testifyIt's right outside our doorMass graves for the pump and the price is setMass graves for the pump and the price is setMass graves for the pump and the price is setMass graves for the pump and the price is setWho controls the past now controls the futureWho controls the present now controls the pastWho controls the past now controls the futureWho controls the present now?Now testifyTestifyIt's right outside our doorNow testifyTestifyIt's right outside our door