Lyrics to Evil Empire
since 1516 minds attacked and overseen, now
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 to 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 that funk now blastin' out ya
speaker, on the one maya, mexica
that vulture came ta try and steal ya name but
now you found a gun
this is for the people of the sun
it's comin' back around again
this is for the people of tha sun
neva forget that tha whip snapped your back ya, ya
spine cracked for tobbaco, oh i'm the marlboro man
our past blastin' on through tha verses,
brigades of taxi cabs rollin' broadway like hearses
troops strippin' zoots, shots of red mist,
sailors blood on tha deck,
come sista resist
the 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 the one maya, mexica
that vulture came ta try and steal ya name but now
you found a gun...you're history
this is for tha people of the sun
it's comin' back around again
this is for the people of the sun
Come wit it now!
Come wit it now!
The microphone explodes, shattering the molds
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 tha face of mother earth gets bigger
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse
Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library
Line up to tha mind cemetary now
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 a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
Bulls on parade
(Guitar solo)
Come wit it now!
Come wit it now!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
turn on tha radio, nah fuck it
turn it off, fear is your only god
on the radio, nah 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 that networks, slangin' nerve gas
up jump the boogie then bang,
let 'em hang
while tha paranoid try ta stuff the void
let's capture this am mayhem
undressed, and blessed by tha lord
tha power pendulum swings by tha
umbilical cord
shock 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, oh shit i got a head
rush
tha sheep tremble an here come tha votes
thrown from tha throat, new cages an scapegoats
undressed 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 vietnowflex tha cerebellum, fire
somebody gotta shell 'em
those evil angels lists, hittin' 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'm a truth addict, oh shit i gotta head
rush
tha sheep tremble and here come tha votes
thrown from tha throat, new cages and scapegoats
one caution tha mics a detonator unwound ta
shutdown tha devil sound
check tha heads bow in vietnow
is all the world jails and churches?
his spit is worth more than her work
pass the 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 ther's more
pictures of fields without fences
her body numbs as he approaches the door
hey revolver, don't mothers make
good fathers ?
revolver
satellites and 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 is a fog
that disappears when the wind redirects
you. yes you.
a father's expectation's, 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
vomit up all ideals and serve
sleep and 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
yeah ya trin' 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 colourful words for tha laos frontiers-man
who passed away with the truth
amidst tha eulogues of bliss
who will now know what i know about you
now that history's a flowery cancerous mess
.....a mess
nah let's see it in broken, bloody, and undressed !
we're already dead !
i wanna be jackie onnanis
i wanna wear a pair of dark sunglasses
i wanna be jackie o
oh, oh, oh, please don't die
we're already dead
Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one
So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one
So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
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 starin' 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
School 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 and plead the fifth 'cause 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 shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one
Yes I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one
So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
(Guitar solo)
Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas get romantic
They ain't gonna send us campin' like they did my man Fred Hampton
Still we lampin' still clockin' dirt for our sweat
A ballots dead so a bullet's what I get
A thousand years they 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 tha kings out tha west side at dawn
Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
Make a move and plead the fifth 'cause 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 shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one
Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one
Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun
The rungs torn from the ladder can't reach the tumour
One god, one market, one truth, one consumer
Just a quiet peaceful dance!
Just a quiet peaceful dance!
Just a quiet peaceful dance!
Just a quiet peaceful dance!
Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we'll never have
Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we don't have
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 upon tha stall
i took a death trip when i tried to cross tha
white wall
walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born
without a face
i tried to look back ta my past long lost
a blood donor ta tha land owner holocaust
pops heart stopped, in came tha air drop, flooded
tah trench he couldn't shake tha toxic shock
maize was all we needed to sustain, now her
golden skin burns, insesticide rain
ya down wit ddt yeah you know me, rapped for 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 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, bornwithout a face
you say fortify, reaction, you divide
you say fortify, reaction, reaction
flip this capital eclipse
tha vocal tone has got'em sweatin' they own
apocalypse
yes, tha rebels of tha grains stand
masterless
tha masked ones cap one nafta commin' with tha
new disaster
and yes wi in wit tha wind and 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
flip this capital eclipse
them burn life wit imf shifts, and
poison lips
yo they talk it, while slicin' our veins 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 an piles
of eyes
and abc's new thrill rides of trials
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
lick off the shot my stories shock ya like ellison
main like adrenaline gaza to tienanmen
from the basement i'm dwellin
i cock back the slings
to stone a settler and breaks him off clean
call me the upsetter
here come the hands of the leashes
the cross, the capital the pale families, the
fear and the mouthpieces
the singles 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 left and don't miss
with the sickest stilo i spark fear in the pigs
in the spark
head crack, i hijack the papers and the vapors
caught fire up in your mind
come back, rewind one time
here come the hands of 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
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 the electro shock
straight incarcerated, the curriculum a cell block
i'm swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spit
instructor come separate the healthy from 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
yea at every turn i'm runnin' into hells gates
so i grip tha cannon 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 the year of tha boomerang
i got no property 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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