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Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo

Chorus

Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Another funky radical bombtrack Started as a sketch in my notebook But now dope hooks make punks take another look My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere With the thoughts of a militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch 'em burn

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2. KILLING IN THE NAME Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses Huh! Those who die or justify, for wearing the badge take the chosen way Those who die or justify, for wearing the badge take the chosen way Those who die or justify, for wearing the badge take the chosen way They justify those who die, for wearing the badge take the chosen way Now ya do what they tell ya Now ya do what they tell ya Now ya do what they tell ya Now ya do what they tell ya Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses Huh! Those who die or justify, for wearing the badge take the chosen way Those who die or justify, for wearing the badge take the chosen way Those who die or justify, for wearing the badge take the chosen way They justify those who die, for wearing the badge take the chosen way Now ya do what they tell ya (and you're under control) Now ya do what they tell ya (and you're under control) Now ya do what they tell ya (and you're under control) Now ya do what they tell ya (and you're under control) Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me Fuck you I won't do what you tell me 3. TAKE THE POWER BACK In the right light, study becomes insight But the systems that dissed us Teaches us to read and write So-called facts are fraud They want us to allege and pledge And bow down to thier God Lost the culture, the culture lost Spun our minds and through time Ignorance has taken over We gotta take the power back Bam! here's the plan Mother fuck Uncle Sam Step back, I know who I am Raise up your ear, I'll drop the style and clear It's the beats and lyrics they fear The rage is relentless We need a movement with a quickness You are the witness of change And to counteract We gotta take the power back

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We gotta take the power back We gotta take the power back The present curriculums I put my fist in 'em Eurocentric every last on e of 'em See right through the red, white and blue disguise With lecture, I puncture the structure of lies Installed in our minds and attempting To hold us back We've gotta take the power back 'Cause holes in our spirit are causin' tears and fears One-sides stories for years and years and years I'm inferior? Who's inferior? Yea, we needa check the interior Of the system who cares about only one culture And that is why We gotta take the power back

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The teacher stands in front of the class But the lesson plan he can't recall The student's eyes don't perceive the lies Bouncing off every fucking wall His composure is well kept I guess he fears playing the fool The complacent students sit and listen to the Bullshit that he learned in school Europe ain't my rope to swing on Can't learn a thing from it Yet we hang from it Gotta get it, gotta get it together then Like the mother fuckin' weathermen To expose and close the doors on those who try To strangle and mangle the truth 'Cause the circle of hatred continues unless we react We gotta take the power back

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No more lies 4. SETTLE FOR NOTHING A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on A world of violent rage But it's one that I can recognize Hanving never seen the colour of my father's eyes Yes, I dwell in hell but it's a hell that I can grip I tried to grip my family But I slipped To escape from the pain and an existance mundane I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I got a name Read my writing on the wall No one's here to catch me when I fall But death in on my side Suicide A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home Hatred passed on, passed on, passed on A world of violent rage But it's one I can recognize Having never seen the colour of my father's eyes Yes, I dwell in hell but it's a hell that I can grip I tried to grip my family But I slipped To escape from the pain and an existance mundane I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I got a name Read my writing on the wall No one's here to catch me when I fall Caught between my culture and the system Genocide Read my writing on the wall No one's here to catch me when I fall If ignorance is bliss Then knock the smile off my face If we don't take action now We settle for nothing later We'll settle for nothing now And we'll settle for nothing later 5. BULLET IN THE HEAD This time the bullet cold rocked ya A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika Nothin' proper about ya properganda Fools follow rules when the set commands ya They said it was blue When the blood was red That's how you got a bullet blasted through ya head Blasted through ya head Blasted through ya head I give a shout out to the living dead Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized So serene on the screen You was mesmerized Cellular phones soundin' a death tone Corporations cold Turn ya to stone before ya realize They load th clip in omnicolour They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And mutha fuckas loast their minds Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump you say how high They load the clip in omnicolour They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And mutha fuckas lost their minds No escape from the mass mind rape Play it again jack and then rewind the tape Play it again and again and again Until ya mind gets locked in Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya Buying all the products that they're sellin' ya They say jump Ya say how high Ya brain dead Ya got a fuckin' bullet in ya head Just victims of the in-house drive-by they say jump you say how high Ya standin' in line Believin' the lies Bowin' down to the flag Ya gotta bullet in ya head 6. KNOW YOUR ENEMY Born with insight and a raised fist A witness to the slit wrist As we move into '92 Still in a room without a view Ya got to know Ya got to know That when I say go, go, go Amp up and amplify Defy I'm a brother with a furious mind Action must be taken We don't need the key We'll break in Something must be done About vengence, a badge and a gun 'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage against 'em Fist in ya face, in the place And I'll drop the style clearly Know your enemy Word is born Fight the war, fuck the norm Now I got no patience So sick of complacence With the D E F I A N C E The mind of a revolutionary So clear the lane The finger to the land of chains What? The land of the free? Whever told you that is your enemy Something must be done About vengence, a badge, and a gun 'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage agaisnt 'em Now action must be taken We don't need no key We'll break in I've got no patience now So sick of complacence now I've got no patience now So sick of complacence now Sick of sick of sick of sick of sick of you Time has come to pay Yes I know my enemies They're the teachers who taught me to fight me Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission, Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite All of which are American dreams 7. WAKE UP Although ya try to discredit Ya still never edit The needle, I'll thread it Radically poetic Standin' with the fury that they had in '66 And like E-Double, I'm mad Still knee-deep in the system's shit Hoover, he was a body remover I'll give ya a dose But it'll never come close To the rage built up inside of me Fist in the air, in the land of hipocrisy Movements come and movements go Leaders speak, movements go When their heads are flown 'Cause all these punks Got bullets in their heads Departments of police, the judge, the feds Networks at work, keepin' people calm You know they went after King When he spoke out on Vietnam He turned the power to the have-nots And then came the shot Wit' poetry, my mind I flex Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse Whadda I have to do to wake ya up To shake ya up, to break the structure up 'Cause this blood still flows in the gutter I'm like takin' photos Mad boy kicks open the shutter Set the groove Then I stick and move like I was Cassius Rep the stutter step Then bomb a left upon the fascists Yea, the several federal men Who pulled schemes on the dream And put it to an end Ya better beware Of retribution with mind war 20/20 visions and murals with metaphors The networks at work, keepin' people calm Ya know they murdered X And tried to blame it on Islam He turned the power to the have-nots And then came the shot What was the price on his head WAKE UP! 8. FISTFUL OF STEEL Silence Something about silence makes me sick 'Cause silence can be violent Sorta like a slit wrist If the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button But if ya bowin' down Then let me do the cuttin' Some speak the sounds But speak in silent voices Like the radio is silent Though it fills the air with noises Its transmissions bring submission As ya mold to the unreal Mad boy grips the microphone Wit' a fistful of steel

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Fistful of steel Fistful of steel Fistful of steel Fistful of steel Yes, it's time to flow like the fluid in ya veins If ya will it, I will spill it And ya out just as quick as ya came Not a silent one But a defiant one Never a normal one 'Cause I'm the bastard son With the visions of the move Vocals not to soothe But to ignite and put in flight My sense of militance Groovin', playin' this game called survival Status the elite, the enemy, the rival The silent sheep slippin', riffin', trippin' Give ya a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin' Steppin' into the jame and I'm slammin' like Shaquille Mad boy grips the microphone Wit' a fistful of steel

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A .44 full of bullets Face full of pale Eyes full of empty A stare full of nails The roulette ball rolls alone on the wheel A mind full of fire And a fistful of steel If the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button But if ya bowin' down Then let me do the cuttin' 9. TOWNSHIP REBELLION Rebel, rebel and yell 'Cause our people still dwell in hell Locked in a cell Yes, the structure's a cell Mad is the story I tell How long can we wait Come on, seein' what's at stake Action for reaction If your mind's in a somewhat complacent state Get a check-up This is a stick-up Our freedom or your life I wish I could be peaceful But there can be no sequel

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Now freedom should be fundamental In Johannesburg or South Central On the mic, 'cause someone should tell 'em To kick in the township rebellion Yea, so you thought you could get with the hardlines That fill your mind The thoughts, battles fought And lessons taught Ans I'll display the fitness And flip like a gymnast Raise my fist and resist Asleep, though we stand in the midst Of the war Gotta get mine Gotta get more Keepin' the mic warm against the norm 'Cause what does it offer me I think often it's nothin' but a coffin Gotta get wreck 'Till out necks never swing on a rope From here to the cape of no hope

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Why stand On a silent platform Fight the war Fuck the norm 10. FREEDOM Solo, I'm a soloist or a solo list All live, never on a floppy disk Inka, inka, bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion Drawn up by the thoughts I think It's set up like a deck of cards They're sending us to early graves For all the diamonds They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades With poetry I paint the pictures that hit More like the murals that fit Don't turn away Get in front of it

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Brotha did ya forget ya name Did ya lose it on the wall Playin' tic-tac-toe Yo, check the diagonal Three brothers gone Come one Doesn't that make it three in a row Anger is a gift

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Yo, check the diagonal Three million gone Come on 'Cause they're counting backwards to zero Environment The environment exceeding on the level Of our unconciousness For example What does the billboard say Come and play, come and play Forget about the movement Anger is a gift Freedom, freedom, yea right --

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