I've been walkin, God, like a dog My narrative: fearless Word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh Like steel from a furnace I was born landless This is the native son Born of Zapatas guns Stroll through the shanties And the cities remains Same bodies buried hungry But with different last names The vultures robbin everything Leave nothing but chains Pick a point on the globe Yes that pictures the same Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth and a hearse A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth Theres a widow pig parrot A rebel to tame A whitehooded judge A syringe and a vein And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard
Whatcha say? Whatcha say? Whatcha say? What? (x4) Calm like a bomb... Ignite, Ignite, Ignite, Ignite... (x4)
This ain't subliminal Feel the critical mass approach horizon The pulse of the condemned Sound off Americas demise The anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Yes I spit fire Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires Yes back through the shanties and the cities remains Same bodies buried hungry with different last names The vultures robbin everyone Leave nothing but chains Pick a point here at home Yes the pictures the same Theres a field full of slaves Some corn and some debt Theres a ditch full of bodies The check for the rent Theres a tap, the phone, the silence of stone The numb black screen That be feelin' like home And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard
Whatcha say? Whatcha say? Whatcha say? What? (x4) Calm like a bomb... Ignite, Ignite, Ignite, Ignite... (x4)
[There's a mass without roofs There's a prison to fill There's a countrys soul that reads post no bills There's a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill There's a right to obey And there's a right to kill]