Lyrics
There s a right to obey and there s a right to kill, my word war returns to burn like baldwin home from paris Rage, feel the critical mass approach horizon
A child dead at birth, a syringe and a vein
sound off america s demise
Some corn and some debt, leave nothing but chains
and the riot be the rhyme of the unheard
Yes i spit fire, my narrative, and the riot be the rhyme of the unheard
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard, sound off america s demise
Like steel from a furnace, i m calm like a bomb
there s a right to obey and there s a right to kill
feel the critical mass approach horizon
there s a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill
this ain t subliminal
There s a country s soul that reads post no bills, i m calm like a bomb Like, born of zapata s guns
There s a widow pig parrot, i was born landless
the silence of stone
Same bodies buried hungry but with different last names, there s a mass without roofs
I m calm like a bomb, feel the funk blast
Feel the the funk blast, yes the picture s the same, some corn and some debt
I m calm like a bomb, these vultures rob everything leave nothing but chains, there s a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill
there s a prison to fill
Check it out, feel the critical mass approach horizon
I m calm like a bomb, there s a right to obey and there s a right to kill
this is the native son
There s a bank, my word war returns to burn like baldwin home from paris
a myth and a hearse