Yeah people come up
Yeah,
we better turn tha bass up on this one
Check
it, 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
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
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
People
Of The Sun (Original, as on Bombs & Bullets)
Bastard
son is in, swimin' in a sea of funk
Clear
the lane, I'm gonna have to dunk ya
Up
and down like a donut in a caffeinated drink
So
take the sink, I'll take ya to the brink
Check
the rugged style I flip (some versions say "bring")
If
the price is right, I'll take you on a trip
In
my old school '62, two-tone white and blue
One
that ya never wanna step to
Face
my baseline, feel the earth quaking
Sweat
is on site at appamatox
Mistakin'
for my culture
White
boys who came and tried to steal my name
But
now I got a gun, this is for the people of the sun!
This
is for the people of the sun!
It's
coming back around again!
Yeah
it's coming back around again!
This
is for the people of the sun!
Yeah
I'm
not a silent one, I'm a defiant one,
Never
the normal one, 'cause I'm the bastard's son
Trip
the way before the sky gives birth
And
now I trip the way from mother earth
I'm
tearin' off a, big fat chunk of the funk
Clear
the lane I gotta dunk, never smoke the skunk
Or
the cest
The
Humboldt, the showman of the buddha
Gotta
product six shooter, so fuck the hoota
Face
the baselines feel the earth quakin
Sweat
is on site at appamatox
Mistaken
for my culture,
White
boys who came and tried to steal my name
But
now I got a gun, this is for the people of the sun!
It's
coming back around again!
This
is for the people of the sun!
It's
coming back around again!
Yeah
it's coming back around again!
This
is for the people of the sun!
For
the sun!