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Their borders and boots on top of usPulling knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolisSo how you gonna get what you need ta get?Gut eatersBlood drenched get offensive like tetWhen the fifth sun sets, get backReclaim the spirit of Cuahtemoc Alive an untamedFace tha funk now blastin' out ya speakerOn the one maya, MexicaThat vulture came ta try and steal ya name but now you founda gunThis is for the people of the sunIt's comin' back around againThis is for the people of the sunIt's comin' back around againThis is for the people of the sunNever forget that tha wip snapped ya backYour spine cracked for tabaccoOh i'm the Marlboro manOur past blastin' on through that versesBridgades of taxi cabs rollin' Broadway like hearsesTroops strippin' zootsShots of red mistSailors blood on tha deckCome sista resist the new era of terrorCheck this pronto lensCity of angels does tha ethnic cleanseHeads bobbin' to that funk out ya speakerOn tha one maya, MexicaThat vulture came ta try an steal ya name but now you found a gunYou're historyThis is for the people of the sunIt's comin' back around againThis is for the people of the sunIt's comin' back around againThis is for the people of the sunOf the sun.
Wit tha sure shotSure ta make tha bodies dropDrop an don't copy yoDon't call this a co-optTerror rains drenchin',Quenchin' tha thirst of tha power donsThat five sided fist-a-gonTha rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets biggerTha triggers cold empty ya purseThey rally round the familyWith a pocket full of shellsThey rally round the familyWith a pocket full of shellsThey rally round the familyWith a pocket full of shellsThey rally round the familyWith a pocket full of shellsWeapons not food, not homes, not shoes, not needJust feed tha war cannibal animalI walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a libraryLine up to tha mind cemeteryWhat we don't know keeps the contracts alive an movin'They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'emWhile arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cellsRally round the family, pocket full of shellsThey rally round the familyWith a pocket full of shellsThey rally round the familyWith a pocket full of shellsThey rally round the familyWith a pocket full of shellsThey rally round the familyWith a pocket full of shellsBulls on parade
Your savior's my guillotineCrosses and kerosineMerge on tha networksSlagin' nerve gasUp jump tha boogie then bang,Let'em hangWhile tha paranoid try ta stuff tha voidLet's capture this am mayhemUndressed, and blessed by the lordTha power pedulum swings by tha umbillical cordShock around the clockFrom noon 'til noonMen grabbin' they micsAnd stuff 'em into tha wombTerror tha product ya pushWell i'm a truth addict Oh shit I gotta head rushTha sheep tremble an here come tha votesThrown from tha throat, new cages an scapegoatsUndressed and blesses by tha lordTha same devil that run around Managua wit a swordCheck tha new style that Ollie foundI tune in wit a bullet ta shut downTha devil soundTha program of vietnowFlex tha cerebellumFireSomebody gotta shell 'emThose evil angels lists, hittin' tha amPlaylist, paid ta say thisThat one inhuman, illegal, single womanTha one wit out a roomThe transmission wippin' our backsComin' down like bats from stacy coonTerror tha product ya pushWell i'm a truth addict, oh shit I got a head rushTha sheep tremble an here come tha votesThrow from tha throat, new cages and scapegoatsOne caution tha mics a detonate unwound taShutdown tha devil soundCheck tha heads bow in vietnowIs 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?
Pass the purse to the pugilistHe's a prizefighterHe brought rings and he owns kinAnd now he's swingin'And now he's the championHey revolverDon't mothersMake good fathers?RevolverA spotless domainHides festering hopesShe's certain there's morePictures of fields without fencesA spotless domainHides festering hopesShe's certain there's morePictures of fields without fencesHer body numbs as he approaches the doorAs he approaches the doorAs he approaches the doorAs he approaches the doorAs he approaches the doorHey revolverDon't mothersMake good fathers?Revolver
LyingAlways sucking on a bottle of thatSweet, indulgent fluidOh greedOh yesYour friendship is a fogThat disapperas when the wind redirectsYouYes youA father's expectationsSoul soaked in spit and urineAnd you gotta make it whereTo a sanctuaryThat's only a fragile Amercian HellAn empty dreamA selfish, horrific visionPassed on like the deadliest of virusesCrushing youSo have no illusion boyVomit up all ideals and serveSleep and wake, and serveDon't think just wake and serveYour friendship is a fogThat disappears when the wind redirectsYouInterested in youInterested in youInterested in youInterested in youInterested in youInterested in you
She's got everyone's eyesIn every home there's a sickening distressOf roll that film she's a preciousA precious oneBut we're all gonna...Nah we're already dead!We're already dead!And those colorful wordsFor tha Laos frontiermanWho passed away with the truthAmidst tha eulogues of blissWho will know now what I know about youNow that history's a flowery cancerous messNah let's see it broken, bloody, and undressedWe're already dead!I wanna be Jackie OnassisI wanna wear a pair of dark sunglassesI wanna be Jackie oh oh ohPlease don't dieWe're already deadWe're already deadWe're already deadWe're already dead
Tha pen devils set that stage for tha war at homeLocked wit out a wage ya standin' in tha drop zoneThe clockers born starin' at an empty plateMomma's torn hands cover her sunken faceWe hungry but them bully fullThe structure is setYa neva change it with a ballot pullIn tha ruins there's a network for tha toxic rockSchool yard ta precinctSuburb ta project bookBosses broke south for new flesh and a factory floorThe remains left chained to the powder warCan't waste a day when the night brings a hearseSo now I'm rollin' down rodeo wit a shotgunThese people ain't seen a brown skin man since their grandparentsbrought oneBare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas get romanticThey gonna send us campin' like they did my man Fred HamptonStill we lampin' still clockin' dirt for our sweatA ballots dead so bullets what I getA thousand years you had tha toolsWe should be takin' em'Fuck tha G-rideI want the machines that are makin' emOur target straight wit a room full of armed pawnTo off the kings out that west side at dawnThe rungs torn from the ladder can't reach the tumorOne god, one market, one truth, one consumerJust a quiet peaceful danceFor things we will never have
Tha jura got my number on a wire tapCause I jack for SimilacFuck a Cadillac to surviveOne motive no hopeCause every sidewalkI walk is like a tightropeYes I know my deadline sireIt's when my life expiresSo i'm sendin' paper South under tha barbed wireTha mother of my child will lose her mind at my graveIt's my life for their lifeSo call it a free trade"for vida" and our name up on tha stallI took a death tripWhen I tried ta cross tha white wallWalk unseen past tha graves an tha gatesBorn without a faceOne motive no hopeBorn without a faceWalk unseen past tha graves an tha gatesBorn without a faceOne motive no hopeBorn without a faceWithout a faceI tried ta look back ta my past long lostA blood donor ta tha land owner holocaustPops heart stoppedIn came tha air dropFlooded tha trenchHe couldn't shake tha toxic shockMaize we all we needed to sustainNow her golden skin burnsInsecticide rainYa down wit ddtYeah you know meRaped for tha grapesProfit for tha bourgoisWar tape boomin'Path is luminosoI'm headed north like my name was Kid CiscoTo surviveOne motive no hopeIt's hard ta breathe wit Wilson's hand around my throatStrangled and mangledAnother SS curtain callWhen I tried ta cross tha white wallWalk unseen past tha graves an tha gatesBorn without a faceOne motive no hopeBorn without a faceWalk unseen past tha graves an tha gatesBorn without a faceOne motive no hopeBorn without a faceYou say fortifyReactionYou divideYou say fortifyReaction Reaction
Yes, tha rebles of tha grains stand masterlessTha masked ones cap oneNAFTA, hit me with a new disasterAnd yes we in wit tha windAnd tha Plan de Ayala kinComin' back around againTha slave driver salivaOne night power turnsThem devils mouth's dryMexico burnsHere they comeOne by oneThe killers of the new frontierOccupyCausingfearWith the wind belowIf we dieYou know we die one ??? come onIt is the wind belowIf we dieYou know we die one ??? come onWe in wit the wind belowFlip this capital eclipseThem bury life wit IMF shiftsAnd poison lipsYo they talk itWhile slicin' our veinsSo mark itFrom tha fincas, overseers, to themVultures payin' marketsShe ain't got nothin' but weapon and shawlShe is Chol, Tzotzil, Tojolobal, TzeltaThe tools are her toolsEjidos and ovariesShe once suffocatedNow through a barrel she breathesShe is the wind belowWe in wit the wind belowShe is the wind belowAll the shareholders gonna flexAnd try ta annex the truthWhile the new trust gonna flexAnd cast their image in youG.E. is gonna flexAnd try and annex the truthNBC is gonna flex and cast their image in youDisney brought the fantasies and piles of eyesAnd ABC's new thrill rides of trials and liesAnd while the gut eaters strain to pull the mud from theirmouthsThey force our ears to go deaf to the screams in the south
I cock back the slingTo stone a settlerAnd break him off cleanCall me the upsetterHere come the hands on the leashesThe cross, the Capitol, the pale familiesThe fear and the mouthpiecesThe single sista lxnchThe cell doors crashAnd the master's drum echoEchoRoll rightRoll callNow we're alrightWe're all clamThis hits like fistsBomb with the left and don't missWith the sickest stiloI spark fear in the pigsIn the parkHead crackI hijack the papers and the vaporsCaught fire up in our mindCome backRewind one timeHere come the hands on the leashesThe cross, the capital, the pale familiesThe fear and the mouthpiecesThe single sista lxnchThe cell door crashAnd the master's drums echoEchoRoll rightRoll callNow we're alrightWe're all calm