Yeah people come up

Yeah, we better turn tha bass up on this one
Check it, since 1516 minds attacked and overseen
Now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream
Wit 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 ta get?
Tha gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like Tet
Tha fifth sun sets get back reclaim
Tha spirit of Cuahtemoc alive an untamed
Now face tha funk now blastin' out ya speaker
On the one Maya, Mexica
That vulture came ta 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! Uh!

It's comin' back around again!
This is for the people of the sun!
It's comin' back around again! Uh!

Yeah, neva forget that tha wip snapped ya back
Ya spine cracked for tobacco, oh I'm the Marlboro man, uh
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 tha deck, come sister resist
From tha era of terror check this photo lens
Now tha 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

Come wit it now!
Come wit it now!
The microphone explodes, shattering the molds
Either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha fuck off tha commode
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop
Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-opt
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets bigger
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse

Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells

Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library
Line up to tha mind cemetary now
What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an movin'
They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells
Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells

Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells

Bulls on parade

(Guitar solo)

Come wit it now!
Come wit it now!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!

Turn off tha radio, nah fuck it
Turn it off, fear is your only god
On tha radio, nah fuck it
Turn it off, fear is your only god
On tha radio, nah fuck it

Your savior's my guillotine
Crosses and kerosine
Merge on tha networks
Slagin' nerve gas

Up jump tha boogie then bang,
Let'em hang
While tha paranoid try ta stuff tha void
Let's capture this am mayhem

Undressed, and blessed by the lord
Tha power pedulum swings by tha umbillical cord
Shock around the clock
From noon 'til noon
Men grabbin' they mics 
And stuff 'em into tha womb

Terror tha product ya push
Well i'm a truth addict
Oh shit I gotta head rush
Tha sheep tremble an here come tha votes
Thrown from tha throat, new cages an scapegoats
Undressed and blesses by tha lord
Tha same devil that run around Managua wit a sword

Check tha new style that Ollie found
I tune in wit a bullet ta shut down
Tha devil sound
Tha program of vietnow
Flex tha cerebellum
Fire
Somebody gotta shell 'em

Those evil angels lists, hittin' tha am
Playlist, paid ta say this
That one inhuman, illegal, single woman
Tha one wit out a room

The transmission wippin' our backs
Comin' down like bats from stacy coon
Terror tha product ya push
Well i'm a truth addict, oh shit I got a head rush
Tha sheep tremble an here come tha votes
Throw from tha throat, new cages and scapegoats

One caution tha mics a detonate unwound ta
Shutdown tha devil sound
Check tha heads bow in vietnow

Is all the world jails and churches?
Is all the world jails and churches?
Is all the world jails and churches?
Is all the world jails and churches?
Is all the world jails and churches?
Is all the world jails and churches?

His spit is worth more than her work
Pass the purse to the pugilists
He's a prizefighter
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!

(Guitar solo)

Yeah!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!
Revolver!
Revolver!
Revolver!
Revolver

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!  (Left channel - 26 years in this stage
Yeah!                  you're 26 years in this stage)
Yeah!
Your frienship is a fog
That disappears when the wind redirects
You!
Yes you!

(Guitar solo)

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! (Left channel - 26 years in this stage
Yeah!                 you're 26 years in this stage)
Yeah!
Your frienship is a fog
That disappears when the wind redirects
You! Interested in you, interested in you
Interested in you, interested in you (to end)

Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me
I can see you in front of me, front of me
Ya tryin' ta 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 preciOf 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 tha 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' ta tire me
A mess!
Overbearing yes ya tryin' ta tire me
A mess!
Yeah ya tryin' ta 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!

(Guitar solo)

???

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' ta tire me, tire me
I can see you in front of me, front of me
Ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me
Why don't you get from in front of me?
Ruh!
We're already dead!
We're already dead!
We're already dead!

Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one

So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one

So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun

Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight can't fight alone
Funk tha track my verbs fly like tha family stone
Tha pen devils set that stage for tha war at home
Locked wit out a wage ya standin' in tha 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 neva change it with a ballot pull
In tha ruins there's a network for tha toxic rock
School yard ta precinct, suburb ta 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 wit a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one

Yes I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one

So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun

(Guitar solo)

Bare witness to tha 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 tha tools
We should be takin' 'em
Fuck tha G-ride I want the machines that are makin' em
Our target straight wit a room full of armed pawn to
Off tha kings out tha 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 wit a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one

Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one

Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit 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

Got no card so I got no soul 
Life is prison no parole 
No control

Tha 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 tha barbed wire

Tha 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 tha stall
I took a death trip
When I tried ta cross tha white wall

Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates
Born without a face
One motive no hope
Born without a face

Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates
Born without a face
One motive no hope
Born without a face

Without a face

I tried ta look back ta my past long lost
A blood donor ta tha land owner holocaust
Pops heart stopped
In came tha air drop
Flooded tha trench 
He couldn't shake tha toxic shock

Maize we all we needed to sustain
Now her golden skin burns
Insecticide rain
Ya down wit ddt 
Yeah you know me 
Raped for tha grapes 
Profit for tha bourgois

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 ta breathe wit Wilson's hand around my throat
Strangled and mangled
Another SS curtain call 
When I tried ta cross tha white wall

Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates
Born without a face
One motive no hope
Born without a face

Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates
Born without a face
One motive no hope
Born without a face

You say fortify
Reaction
You divide
You say fortify 
Reaction 
Reaction 

Flip this capital eclipse
Tha vocal tone has got'em sweatin their own Apocalypse

Yes, tha rebles of tha grains stand masterless
Tha masked ones cap one
NAFTA, hit me with a new disaster

And yes we in wit tha wind
And tha Plan de Ayala kin
Comin' back around again

Tha 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 ??? come on

It is the wind below
If we die
You know we die one ??? come on

We in wit the wind below

Flip this capital eclipse
Them bury life wit IMF shifts
And poison lips
Yo they talk it
While slicin' our veins
So mark it
From tha 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 wit the wind below
She is the wind below

All the shareholders gonna flex
And try ta 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

Lick off the shot
my stories shock ya like Ellison
Main line adrenaline Gaza to Tienanmen
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 alrigh
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

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 Mao Thai
With the five centuries of penitenturies
So let the guilty hang...in the year of the 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 the 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 the boomerang

Yeah!

(screaming)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 penitenturies
So let the guilty hang...in the year of the 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 the 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 the boomerang

Yeah!

(screaming)Now...lets...walk on....you (4x building to...)
(screaming) you! (8x)