EVIL EMPIRE

people of the sun
                                       
since 1516 winds attacked and overseen
now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream
they're borders and boots on top of us
pullin' knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis
so how you gonna get what you need ta get?
tha gut eaters
blood drenched get offensive like tet
when the fifth sun sets get back reclaim
tha spirit of cuahtemoc alive an untamed
face tha funk now blastin' out ya
speaker ... on the one maya ... mexica
that vulture game ta try and steal your name but
now you found a gun
this is for the people of the sun
it's comin' back around again
this is for tha people of tha sun
neva forget that tha wip snapped ya back
ya spine cracked for tobacco
oh i'm the marlboro man
our past blastin' on through tha verses
brigades of taxi cabs rollin' broadway like
hearses
troops strippin' zoots
shorts of red mist
sailors blood on tha deck
come sista resist
tha new era of terror check this photo lens
tha city of angels does tha ethnic cleanse
heads bobbin' to that funk out ya
speaker ... on tha one maya ... mexica
that vulture game ta try an steal ya name but now
you found a gun ... you're history
this is for the people of the sun
it's coming back around again
this is for tha people of tha sun
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bulls on parade
              
this microphone explode
shattering the molds
ya eighter 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 the face of mother earth gets bigger
tha triggers cold empty ya purse
they rally round tha family
with pockets full of shells
weapons not food
not homes ... not shoes
not need ... just feed tha war canibal animal
i walk tha corner to tha rubble
that used to be a library
line up to tha mind cemetery
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 pockets full of shells
bulls on parade
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vietnow
                   
[ch] turn on tha radio ... nah fuck it
turn it off ... fear is your only god
on tha radio ... na fuck it ... turn it off
turn 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
slangin' nerve gas
up jump tha boogie then bang
let 'em hang
while the paranoid try to stuff tha void
let's capture this am mayhem
undressed ... and blessed by tha lord
tha power pendulum swings by tha umbilical cord
shcok around tha 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
Ioh shit i got a head
rush tha sheep tremble an here come tha votes
thrown from tha throat
new cages an scapegoats
undressen and blessed by tha lord
tha same devil that ran 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 transmissions wippin' our backs
comin' down like bats from stacy coon
terror ... tha product you push
well i am a truth addict
oh shit i got a head rush
tha sheeps tremble an here come tha votes
thrown from tha troat
new cage and scapegoats
one caution tha mics a detonator unwound ta
shutdown tha devil sound
check tha heads bow in vietnow
is all tha world jails and churches?
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revolver
                                       
his spit is worth more than her work
pass tha 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
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
hey revolver
don't mothers make good fathers?
revolver
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snakecharmer
                                                
satelites are mirrors and a man without a home
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
your friendship as a fog
that disappears when the wind redirects
you ... yes you
a father's expectations
soul soaked in spit and urine
and you gotta make it where
to a sanctuary that's only a fragile american
hell
an empty dream
a selfish ... horrific vision
passed on like the deadliest of viruses
crushing you
so have no illusions boy
a vomit up all ideals and serve
sleep and wake ... and serve
don't think just wake and serve
your friendship is a fog
that disappears when the wind redirects
you interested in you ... interested in you
interested in you ... interested in you
interested in you ... interested in you
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tire me
                                       
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
in every home there's a sickening
distress
of rolm 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 loas frontiersman
who passed away with the truth
amidst tha eulogues of bliss
who will know now what i know about you
now that history's a flowery cancerous mess
a mess
nah let's see it broken
bloody and undressed!
we're already dead!
i wanna be jackie onassis
i wanna wear a pair of dark sunglasses
i wanna be jackie o
oh ... oh ... oh please don't die
we're already dead
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down rodeo
                                       
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 startin' 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
shool 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 an plead the fifth
'cuse 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 shot gun
these people ain't seen a brown skin man
since their grandparents bought one
bare witness to tha sickest shot
while suckas get romantic
they gonna send us campin'
like they did my man fred hampton
still we're lampin'
still clockin' dirt for our sweat
a ballots dead
so bullets what i get
a thousand years you had the tools
we should be taken '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
the rungs torn from the ladder
can't reach the tumor
one god ... one market ... one truth ... one consumer
just a quiet peaceful dance
for things we will never have
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without a face
                                       
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
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
"por vida" and out 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
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 the toxic shock
maize was all we needed to sustain
now her golden skin burns
insecticide rain
ya down with ddt
yeah you know me
rapped from tha grapes
profit for tha bourgeois
war tape boomin' path is luminoso
i'm headed north like my name was kid cisco
to survive one motiveno 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
you say fortify ... reaction ... you divide
you say fortify ... reaction ... reaction
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wind below
                                       
flip this capital eclipse
tha vocal tone has got'em sweatin'
they owe apocalypse
yes ... tha rebels of tha grains stand masterless
tha masked one cap one nafta
commin' with tha new disaster
and yes we in wit tha wind an tha plan
de ayala kin
are comin' back around again
tha slave driver saliva
one night power turns
them devils mouths dry
mexico burns
here they come
one by one killers of the new frontier
to occupy ... we lost in fear
we are the wind below
we in wit the wind below
flip this capital eclipse
them bury life wit imp shifts
and poison lips
yo thay talk it
while slicin' our viens so mark it
from tha fincas overseers
to them vultures playin' markets
she ain't got nothin' but weapon
and shawl
she is chol ... tzotzil ... tojolobal ... tzeltal
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 bought the fantasies
and piles of eyes
and abc's new thrill rides of trails
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
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roll right
                                       
lick off the shot
my stories shock ya like ellison
main line adrenaline gaza to tienanmen
from the basement i'm dwellin' in
i cook back the sling
to stone a settler and breaks him off clean
call me the upsetter
here come the hands on the leashes
the cross ... the capital ... tha pale families
the fear and the mouthpieces
the single sista lynch
the cell doors crash
and the master's drums echo
roll right
roll call
now we're alright
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 papars and the vapors
caught fire up in you 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 doors crash
and the master's drums echo
roll right
roll call
now we're alright
we're all calm
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year of tha boomerang
                                       
tha sistas are in so check tha front line
it seems i spent the '80s in a haiti state of mind
cast me into classes for electro shock
straight incarcerated
the curriculum a cell block
i'm swimming in half thruts
and it makes me wanna spit
instructor come separate
the healthy form tha sick
ya weigh me on a scale i'm smellin'
burnt skin
it's dark now in dachau
and i'm screamin' from within
'cause i'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right
enslaved by dogma
ya talk about my birthrights
yet at every turn
i'm runnin' into hells gates
so i grip tha connan like fanon
an pass tha shells to my classmates
'cause tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die
so i'm goin' out heavy sorta like mount tai
wit tha five centuries of penitentiary
so let tha guilty hang
in tha year of tha boomerang
i got no prosperity but yo i'm a piece of it
so let tha guilty hang
in tha year of tha boomerang
and now it's upon you
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