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| 1.No Shelter |
| 2.The Ghost Of Tom Joad |
| 3.Fuck Tha Police |
| 4.Darkness |
| 5.Clear The Lane |
| 6.Zapata's Blood |
| 7.Hadda Been Playing On The Jukebox |
| 8.C.I.A. (Criminals In Action) |
| 9.Autologic |
| 10.Narrows |
NO SHELTER The main attraction - distraction got ya number than number than numb Empty ya pockets son They got you thinkin that What ya need is what they sellin' Make you think that buyin is rebellin
From the theaters to malls on every shore Tha thin line between entertainment and war The frontline is everywhere, there be no shelter here
Speilberg the nightmare works so push it far Amistad was a whip, the truth was feathered and tarred Memory erased, burned and scarred Trade in ya history for a VCR
Cinema, simulated life, ill drama Fourth Reich culture - Americana Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for Tha thin line between entertainment and war
Hospitals not profit full Yet market bulls got pockets full To advertise some hip disguise View tha world from American eyes Tha poor adore keep fiendin for more Tha thin line between entertainment and war They fix the need, develop the taste Buy their products or get laid to waste Coca-Cola is back in the veins of Saigon And Rambo too, he got a dope pair of Nikes on Godzilla pure muthafuckin' filler To keep ya eyes off the real killer
Cinema, simulated life, ill drama Fourth Reich culture - Americana Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for Tha thin line between entertainment and war
American eyes, American eyes.... View the world from American eyes Bury the past, rob us blind And leave nothin behind
Just stare Relive the nightmare
THE GHOST OF TOM JOAD Man walks along the railroad track He's Goin' some place, there's no turnin' back The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge
The shelter line stretchin' around the corner Welcome to the New World Order Families sleepin' in their cars out in the Southwest No job, no home, no peace, no rest, NO REST!
The highway is alive tonight Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes I'm sitting down here in the campfire light Searchin' for the Ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls his prayer book out of a sleepin' bag The preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag He's waitin' for the time when the last shall be first and the first shall be last In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass With a one way ticket to the promised land With a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand Lookin' for a pillow of solid rock Bathin' in the cities' aqueducts
The highway is alive tonight Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light With the Ghost of old Tom Joad
"Whenever ya see a cop beatin' a guy Wherever a hungry new born baby cries Whereever there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air Look for me ma' I'll be there Wherever somebodies stuglin' for a place to stand For a decent job or a helpin' hand Wherever somebody is strugglin' to be free Look in their eyes ma, You'll see me!"
And the highway is alive tonight nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light With the Ghost of Tom Joad.
FUCK THA POLICE Good Evening, We want to just quickly send a nice friendly message to uh, Fraternal Order of Police in Philadelphia
Here's something nice and friendly,(three times) and it goes something like this
Fuck tha police, Comin straight from the underground Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown, And not the other color so police think, They have the authority to kill a minority
Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one, For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun, To be beatin on, and throwin in jail We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager, With a little bit of gold and a pager Searchin my car, lookin for the product Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics
You'd rather see me in the pen, Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo Beat tha police outta shape, And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape, To mark off the scene of the slaughter No controller, bread and water
A young nigga on a warpath, And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath, Of cops, dyin in L. A. Yo, I got somethin to say
Fuck the police, Comon! Off, What? Fuck the police, Yeah! Comon! Fuck tha police, Yeah.
Fuck The police, Comin straight from the underground Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown, And not the other color so police think, They have the authority to kill a minority
Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one, For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun, To be beatin on, and throwin in jail. We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager, With a little bit of gold and a pager Searchin my car, lookin for the product Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics
You'd rather see me in the pen, Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo Beat tha police outta shape, And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape, To mark off the scene of the slaughter No controller, bread and water
I don't know if they fags or what, Search a nigga down and grabbin in the nuts And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none But don't let it be a black and a white one Cuz they slam ya down to the street top, Black police showin out for the white cop
Yeah, my brothas will swarm, On any mutha fucka in a blue uniform Just cuz we in Washington D.C, punk police are afraid of me
Punk on a warpath, And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath, Of cops, dyin in L. A. Hey yo, We got somethin to say Fuck the police, Comon, sing that shit, Right now, Comon! Comon! One more time, Here we go, here we go, Comon! One More, We gotta do it, right now, Yeah, Check it out.
DARKNESS Greed caused innocent blood to flow Entire culture, lost in the overthrow They came to seize and take whatever they please Then all they gave back was death and disease My people were left with no choice but to decide To conform to a system, responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide... 'AIDS is killing the entire African nation And a vaccine is still supposedly under preparation But these governments they don't mind the procrastination They say "We'll kill them off, take their land and go there for vaction."
My people's culture was strong, it was pure And if not for that white greed It would've endured My people were left with no choice but to decide To conform to a system Their minds enslaved Their souls encaged I feel the rage It's brutality can never be undone But the sun is not yet set The bass and drums and microphones a threat That's when ya investigate the crimes from the inside And see that they're responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide...
Ya jam ya culture down my throat Say I'm inferior when I find that I choke Ya fill my mind with a false sense of history And then you wonder why I have no identity? Well I'll strike a match and it'll catch and Spread the insight we need A tiny fire, burning bright Shedding light on the darkness of greed A yes yes y'all And ya don't stop Shedding light on the darkness of greed A yes yes y'all And ya don't stop Shedding light on the darkness of greed
CLEAR THE LANE Hey yo! Let me be short, this is real and not a stunt I'm comin' to the forefront Jump the rap when they clear the lane Jump these jammers like i jump a heart start Teach ya I'll never stop droppin' topics For the power? I guess I don't understand that their trying to clamp it down Flapper's wavin' the wrong way so I shot it... DOWN..... Get down, and at the same time come up... DOWN..... This is a crime that shut us up I don't give a fuck Because words and the thoughts don't hit like I said It don't stick Drop upon your head Yea, you know I don't do them wrong kid Make 'em say ah shit! Dug it up there's two ways to get
DOWN! Get down and clear the lane DOWN! Get down and clear the lane DOWN! Get down and clear the lane Down Get down...
The rebel You'll never disable The finest with the cards upon the table Pulling cards, Keeping the check Yo, I think we need a new deck Never could trust ya Fella busta Your mind is like a fist and I bust ya With words go ahead and hit me underground And now you tell me you got a new sound Live-hip, live-hop, live-rock It don't stop It goes on and on and on Come on, a war is on
DOWN! Get down and clear the lane DOWN! Get down and clear the lane DOWN!
So I drop it and what do they say Write it with a shaft until my hair is outa way I challenge don't sweat it and don't you forget it But wait, you better slow down! Realize I rhyme to a beat On 8 tracks the coolest ever ever beat Brakers are fluid and diluted and complete Check me, what calm down and take a seat This is the shit that will freak the dead that's done Clear the lane Clear the lane Clear the lane Clear the lane
Defiance, Living on the southset Every time I take the mike it is a sound threat Resistance gets the suckers that bring the bass in Timmy C, bring that bass in! Clear the lane Clear the lane Clear the lane Clear the lane
ZAPATA'S BLOOD Like they deserve Was it built to fame So now you're pullin' the moves pullin' the moves pullin' the moves We'll wage, we'll wage we'll wage war To replace our name
On January 1st, 1994 The indigenous farmers of Southern Mexico Declared war on an unjust and illigitimate government Of of the debt of the most wild, the most poor Came a just arm struggle for democracy, justice, and liberty And it won't stop until that 65 year old dictatorship, the Partido Revolucionario Institucional (Institutional Revolutionary Party) is buired in the ground and the people's voicce is heard once again
To check it out: On January 1st, they became known as the Zapatista movement And they have a saying, and I want you all to sing along with me real quick. It goes something like this It goes, everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves Sing that shit Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves Etc.
HADDA BEEN PLAYING ON THE JUKEBOX It had to be flashin' like the daily double It had to be playin' on TV It had to be loud mouthed on the comedy hour It had to be announced over loud speakers The CIA and the Mafia are in cahoots
It had to be said in old lady's language It had to be said in American headlines Kennedy stretched and smiled and got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents Rich bankers with criminal connections Dope pushers in CIA working with dope pushers from Cuba working with a big time syndicate from Tampa, Florida
It had to be said with a big mouth It had to be moaned over factory foghorns It had to be chattered on car radio news broadcasts It had to be screamed in the kitchen It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting It had to be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors It had to be foghorned into New York harbor It had to echo onto hard hats It had to turn up the volume in university ballrooms It had to be written in library books, footnoted It had to be in the headlines of the Times and Le Monde It had to be barked on TV It had to be heard in alleys through ballroom doors It had to be played on wire services It had to be bells ringing Comedians stopped dead in the middle of a joke in Las Vegas It had to be FBI chief J. Edgar Hoover and Frank Costello syndicate mouthpiece meeting in Central Park, New York weekends, reported Time magazine It had to be the Mafia and the CIA together starting war on Cuba, Bay of Pigs and poison assassination headlines It had to be dope cops in the Mafia Who sold all their heroin in America It had to be the FBI and organized crime working together in cahoots against the commies It had to be ringing on multinational cash registers A world-wide laundry for organized criminal money It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI together They were bigger than Nixon And they were bigger than war It had to be a large room full of murder It had to be a mounted ass- a solid mass of rage
A red hot pen A scream in the back of the throat It had to be a kid that can breathe It had to be in Rockefellers' mouth It had to be central intelligence, the family, allofthis, the agency Mafia It had to be organized crime One big set of gangs working together in cahoots Hitmen Murderers everywhere The secret The drunk The brutal The dirty rich On top of a slag heap of prisons Industrial cancer Plutonium smog Garbage cities Grandmas' bed soft from fathers' resentment It had to be the rulers They wanted law and order And they got rich on wanting protection for the status quo They wanted junkies They wanted Attica They wanted Kent State They wanted war in Indochina It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI Multinational capitalists Strong armed squads Private detective agencies for the rich And their armies and navies and their air force bombing planes It had to be capitalism The vortex of this rage This competition Man to man The horses head in a capitalists' bed The Cuban turf It rumbles in hitmen And gang wars across oceans Bombing Cambodia settled the score when Soviet pilots manned Egyptian fighter planes Chiles' red democracy Bumped off with White House pots and pans A warning to Mediterranean governments The secret police have been embraced for decades The NKPD and CIA keep each other's secrets The OGBU and DIA never hit their own The KGB and the FBI are one mind Brute force and full of money Brute force, world-wide, and full of money Brute force, world-wide, and full of money Brute force, world-wide, and full of money Brute force, world-wide, and full of money It had to be rich and it had to be powerful They had to murder in Indonesia 500000 They had to murder in Indochina 2000000 They had to murder in Czechoslovakia They had to murder in Chile They had to murder in Russia And they had to murder in America
That was a poem by Allen Ginsburgh called Hadda Be Played on a Jukebox. "Great poet" (Zack de la Rocha)
C.I.A. [KRS-ONE:] Yeh! yeh! yeh! yeh! yeh! yeh! KRS-1 coming thru... Big Zack... Last Emperor Woo! Woo!...that's the sound of EMS... (Ha Ha!)...Last Emperor, KRS... (Ha Ha!)...Big Zack you know the rest... Now we gonna come down like this now, hold tight, all crew... LISTEN! [ZACK DE LA ROCHA:] This voice shatters the calm of the day like an alarm so wake up bright anew; and take up arms 'cause more is necessary than vocabulary war 'cause the toxic rock import's hitting on your door C.I.A. I'll see you later; 'cause your time is coming soon I'll flip the shit like Pacino in a Dark Dog Day Afternoon Attica! Attica!, drug agents you bring your statica my alphabet will slash & then can flip you automatica, dramatic; like Ali Shaheed Mohammed* brought the vibe I'll bring the sun at red dawn upon the thoughts that Frantz Fanon so stand at attention devil dirch; you'll never survive choosing sides against the wretched of the earth The infiltrator (uhh!) child intoxicator (uhh!) people incarcerator (uhh!), liberation movement annhilator (yeah!) We got you xxxxxx pushing rocks and it failed we got brothers trooping subways like the Ho Chi Ming trail we got the truth daddy, Last Emperor, KRSin' history's manifestin' tomorrow's next lesson. [CHORUS:] [All:] You claim I'm selling' crack; but you be doing that (2X) [Zack:] You know the cops they got a network for the toxic rock! [All:] You claim I'm selling' crack; but you be doing that [Last Emperor] so get that flashlight outta my face! [All:] You claim I'm selling' crack; but you be doing that [KRS:] The Last Emperor, KRS-ONE & big Zack [LAST EMPEROR:] As free market, capitalism & technology expands the third world's fertile soil becomes a dessert wasteland so it takes fans to demand the government provide answers when Lady Liberty has me bewitched like Samantha, and poverty is one of the most malignant forms of cancer to all my black magic romancers & acid rain dancers, develop close ties like Jerry Seinfeld & George Costanza we fear no man & throw jams that attack Counter Intelligence Programs exiting like the epic adventures of Conan, I colonize minds like Zaire by the Belgians now what hell is the problem with this system & what it sells us I break the(?)xxxbillets(?)like Wycleff did the zealots I saw an iron curtain called Hip-Hop and got it opened like Boris Yeltsen whirlwinds, tornadoes & the rain forest if you say so, KRS & the last Emperor roll like the Green Hornet & Kato Zack De La Rocha brings the enraged flow; but all three drop science & become the most powerful alliance since N.A.T.O. [CHORUS:] [KRS-ONE:] Need I say the C.I.A. be criminals in action cocaine,crack unpackin' high surveillance trackin', prominent blacks & whites giving orders for mass slaughters I want all my daughters to be like Maxine Waters when they flooded the streets with crack/cocaine I was like Noah now they lower 'cause the whole Cold War is over Communism fell to the dollars you were grabbin & all the assault & battering; in the name of Intelligence gathering? Now it's calm & you're battling a losing fight I chose the mic to recite, ignite light in the night, aiiight we should beat em President Clinton should delete 'em It's not hard the CIA simply has no more job oh my Goddess mother you can fix this we rock over mixes not 666's yo this is the message to all that can hear it if you got secret information now's the time to share it call your Congress woman, your Senator, your Mayor It's time for all the scholars to unite with all the playas rearrange & see times are definetely changing G. they used to tap the phone now they're tapping while you're paging me it's crazy B. yet it's plain to see who's the enemy who's left? the NRA, the ATF, the AMA, ok, ok, it's all irrelevant 'cause in the new millenium; there'll be no Central Intelligence. Uh! yeah! uh! yeah! throw your hands up, You know what's up kid Throw your hands up, Ha Ha! yeah! Ha Ha! yeah!
