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| 1. People Of The Sun |
| 2. Bulls On Parade |
| 3. Vietnow |
| 4. Revolver |
| 5. Snakecharmer |
| 6. Tire Me |
| 7. Down Rodeo |
| 8. Without A Face |
| 9. Wind Bellow |
| 10. Roll Right |
| 11. Year Of The Boomerang |
PEOPLE OF THE SUN Yeah people come up Yeah, we better turn tha bass up on this one
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 tha 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
Chorus: 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 sista resist From tha era of terror check this photo lens, Now tha city of angels does the ethnic cleanse Uh, heads bobbin' to tha funk out ya speaker, on tha 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
Chorus: 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
BULLS ON PARADE This microphone explodes, shattering the molds ya 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 the face of mother earth gets bigger tha triggers cold empty ya purse they rally round the family with a pocket full of shells weapons not food, not homes, not shoes, not need, just feed tha war cannibal 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 the 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 the family, pocket full of shells rally around the family with a pocket full of shells bulls on parade
VIETNOW (ch)turn on 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, signle 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?
REVOLVER His spit is worth more than her work pass the purse to the pugilist he's a prizefighter he brought 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 potless 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
SNAKECHARMER 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! Your frienship is a fog That disappears when the wind redirects You! Yes you! 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 just think just wake and serve Yeah! Your friendship is a fog That disappears when the wind redirects You! Interested in you, interested in you Interested in you, interested in you (to end)
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 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 frontierman 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 ee it broken, bloody, and undresses! 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
DOWN RODEO bagin' 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 bully full the structure is set ya neva change it with a ballot pull in tha ruins there's a network for tha toxic rock chool yard ta precint, suburb ta project book bosses broke south for new flesh and a factory floor the remains left chained to the poweder war
Chorus: 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 brought 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 lampin' still clockin' dirt for our sweat a ballots dead so bullets what i get a thousand years you 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 the kings out that 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
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 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 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, no her golden skin burns, insecticide rain ya down wit ddt yeah you know me, rapped 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 you say fortify, reaction, you divide you say fortify, reaction, reaction
WIND BELOW flip this capital eclipse tha vocal tone ahs got'em sweatin' hey own apocalyspe yes, tha rebles of tha grains stand masterless tha masked ones cap one nafta commin; with tha new disaster and yes wi 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 fronteir 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 imf shifts, and poison lips yo they talk it, while silicin' 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, 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 imgae on 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 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
