Live at the Grand Olympic Auditorium
Live - 21 novembre 2003 - Debaser id 92904

Come with it now, come with it now

The microphone explodes, shattering the mold
Either drop the hits like de-la-mode, or get the fuck off the commode
With that sure shot, sure to make the bodies drop
Drop and don't copy, yo, don't call it on a co-op
Terror rains, drenching, quenching the thirst of the power dons
That five-sided fist-a-gon
The rotten sore on the face of Mother Earth gets bigger
The trigger's cold, empty your purse

Rally round the family with a pocket full of shells
They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells
They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells
They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells

Weapons, not food, not hopes, not shoes, not need
Just feed the war, cannibal animal
I walk the corner to the rubble that used to be a library
Line up to the mind's cemetery now
What we don't know keeps the contracts alive and moving
They don't got to burn the books, they just remove them
While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells
Rally round the family, pockets full of shells

Rally round the family with a pocket full of shells
They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells
They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells
They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells

Bulls on parade
Come with it now, come with it now
Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade

This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
They said it was blue
When ya blood was red
That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head

Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head

I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralised
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerised
Cellular phones
Soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone
Before ya realise

They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "How high?"
Yeah!
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "How high?"
Run it!

(Guitar solo)

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "How high?"
Yeah!
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "How high?"

Check-a, check-a, check it out
They load the clip in omnicolour
They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya
They say jump and ya say how high
Ya brain-dead?
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head?

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "How high?"
Yeah!
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "How high?"

Uggh!

Yeah!

Shit!

What?

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head

A bullet in ya head (8 times, building to a shout)

A bullet in ya head (6 times, shouted/screamed)

Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head!
Yeah!
YEAH!!! (Sustained to end of drum roll)

My fears hunt me down
Capturing my memories
The frontier of loss
They try to escape across the street where
Jesus stripped bare
And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture
In the name of my in the name of my

Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man
(x2)

Like autumn leaves
His sense fell from him
An empty glass of himself
Shattered somewhere within
His thoughts like a hundred moths
Trapped in a lampshade
Somewhere within
Their wings banging and burning
On through endless nights
Forever awake he lies shaking and starving
Praying for someone to turn off the light

Born of a broken man
Never a broken man
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
(x2)

My fears hunt me down
Capturing my memories
The frontier of loss
They try to escape across the street where
Jesus stripped bare
And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture
In the name of my in the name of my

Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man
(x2)

Killing in the name of

Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses
Ugh!

Killing in the name of
Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told you
And now you do what they told you
And now you do what they told you
And now you do what they told you
And now you do what they told you
And now you do what they told you
And now you do what they told you
And now you do what they told you
And now you do what they told you
And now you do what they told you
And now you do what they told you
But now you do what they told you
Well now you do what they told you

Those who died are justified for wearing the badge
They're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge
They're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified for wearing the badge,
They're the chosen whites
You justify those who died by wearing the badge
They're the chosen whites

Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces are the same that burn crosses
Ugh!

Killing in the name of
Killing in the name of

Now you do what they told you
Now you do what they told you
Now you do what they told you
Now you do what they told you
And now you do what they told you, now you're under control
And now you do what they told you, now you're under control
And now you do what they told you, now you're under control
And now you do what they told you, now you're under control
And now you do what they told you, now you're under control
And now you do what they told you, now you're under control
And now you do what they told you, now you're under control
And now you do what they told you

Those who died are justified for wearing the badge
They're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge
They're the chosen whites
Those who died are justified for wearing the badge
They're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge
They're the chosen whites

Come on

Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me
Motherfucker!

(Feel the funk blast
Feel the funk blast)

Feel the funk blast!
Feel the funk blast!
Feel the funk blast!

I be walkin' god like a dog
My narrative: fearless
My word war returns to burn
Like Baldwin home from Paris.
Like steel from a furnace
I was poured madness.
This is the native son
Born of Zapata's guns.
Stroll through the shanties
And the cities' remains.
Same bodies buried hungry,
But with different last names.
These vultures robbin' everything;
Leave nothing but chains.
They Pick a point on the globe,
Yes the pictures the same!
There's a bank, there's a church, a myth and a hearse,
A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth.
There's a widow pig parrot,
A rebel to tame,
A white hooded judge,
A syringe and a vein.

And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard

Whatcha say,
Whatcha say,
Whatcha say,
What!

Calm like a bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite....)
Calm like a bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite....)

This ain't subliminal.
Feel the critical mass approach horizon.
The pulse of the condemned
Sound off America's demison.
The anti-myth rhythm rock shocker -
Yes I spit fire.
Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires.
Yes, back through the shanties and tha cities' remains,
The same bodies buried hungry,
But with different last names.
The vultures robbin' everyone,
Leave nothing but chains.
Pick a point here at home,
And the picture's the same.
There's a field full of slaves,
Some corn and some debt.
There's a ditch full of bodies,
The check for tha rent.
There's a tap, the phone, the silence of stone
The numb black screen,
That be feelin' like home.

And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard...

Whatcha say,
Whatcha say,
Whatcha say,
What!

Calm like a bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite....)
Calm like a bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite....)

There's a mass without roofs,
A prison to fill,
There's a country's soul that reads post no bills.
There's a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill.
There's a right to obey
And there's a right to kill.

UGH!

The movie ran through me
The glamour subdue me
The tabloid untie me
I'm empty please fill me
Mister anchor assure me
That Baghdad is burning
Your voice it is so soothing
That cunning mantra of killing
I need you my witness
To dress this up so bloodless
To numb me and purge me now
Of thoughts of blaming you
Yes the car is our wheelchair
My witness your coughing
Oily silence mocks the legless
Ones who travel now in coffins
On the corner
The jury's sleepless
We found your weakness
And it's right outside our door
Now testify

Now testify
It's right outside your door
Now testify
Yes testify
It's right outside your door

With precision you feed me
My witness I'm hungry
Your temple it calms me
So I can carry on
My slaving sweating the skin right off my bones
On a bed of fire I'm choking on the smoke that fills my home
The wrecking ball is rushing
Witness your blushing
The pipeline is gushing
While here we lie in tombs
While on the corner
The jury's sleepless
We found your weakness
And it's right outside your door

Now testify
Yeah testify
It's right outside our door
Now testify
Now testify
It's right outside our door

Mass graves for the pump and the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set
Mass graves for the pump and the price is set

Who controls the past now controls the future
Who controls the present now controls the past
Who controls the past now controls the future
Who controls the present now?

Now testify
Testify
It's right outside your door
Now testify
Testify
It's right outside your door

Ughh!
Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...ughh!
Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...yeah!
It goes a 1, 2, 3...

Yeah'n it's just another bombtrack
And suckas be thinkin that they can fake this
But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level
'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down
Hand out some beat downs cold runna train on punk ho's that
Think they run the game
But I learned to burn that bridge and delete
Those who compete at a level that's obsolete
Instead I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag
So recall the downfall
And the businesses that burned us all
See through the news and views that twist reality enough
I call the bluff
Manifest destiny

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn

The thoughts of a militant mind
Hardline, Hardline after hardline

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch them burn

'''Chorus'''
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn,
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn,
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn,
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn,

It goes a 1, 2, 3...
Another funky radical bombtrack
Started as a sketch in my notebook
But now dope hooks make punks take another look
my thoughts ya hear, ya begin to fear
That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere
With the thoughts of a militant mind,
Hardline, hardline after hardline

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits i ignite
And the watch 'em burn

'''Chorus'''
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn!

Every official that comes in
Cripples us leaves us maimed
Silent and tamed
And with our flesh and bones
He builds his homes

Southern fist
Rise through tha jungle mist
Clenched to smash power so cancerous
A black flag and a red star
A rising sun loomin' over Los Angeles
Cause for Raza livin in La La
Is like Gaza on to tha dawn of Intifada
Reach for tha lessons tha masked pass on
And seize the metropolis
It's you that it's built on

Everything can change on a new years day
As everything changed on a new years day (2x)

War within a breath
It's land or death (4x)

Their existence is a crime
Their seat their robe their tie
Their land deeds
Their hired guns
They're the crime

Shots heard underground round the rapture
Tha world's eye captured
At last in a Mexican pasture
Tha masked screaming land or death
Within a breath
A war from the depth of time
Who shot four puppets in a line
Who shook all tha world bankers
Who think they can rhyme
Shot tha landlords who knew it was mine
Yes a war from tha depth of time

Everything can change on a new years day
As everything changed on a new years day (2x)

War within a breath
It's land or death (4x)

The world is my expense
The cost of my desire
Jesus blessed me with its future
And I protect it with fire
So raise your fists
And march around
Just don't take what you need
I'll jail and bury those committed
And smother the rest in greed
Crawl with me into tomorrow
Or I'll drag you to your grave
I'm deep inside your children
They'll betray you in my name

Hey, Hey,
Sleep now in the fire
Hey, Hey
Sleep now in the fire

The lie is my expense
The scope of my desire
The Party blessed me with its future
And I protect it with fire
I am the Nina, The Pinta, The Santa Maria
The noose and the rapist
And the fields overseer
The agents of orange
The priests of Hiroshima
The cost of my desire
Sleep now in the fire

Hey, Hey,
Sleep now in the fire
Hey, Hey
Sleep now in the fire

For it's the end of history
It's caged and frozen still
There is no other pill to take
So swallow the one
That made you ill
The Nina, The Pinta, The Santa Maria
The noose and the rapist
The fields overseer
The agents of orange
The priests of Hiroshima
The cost of my desire
Sleep now in the fire

Sleep now in the fire
Sleep now in the fire
Sleep now in the fire
Sleep now in the fire

Yeah people come up
Yeah, we better turn tha bass up on this one
Check it,

Since fifteen-hundred and sixteen, 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 Cuauhtemoc, alive and 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

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!

Of the sun

Transmission third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
No shelter if youre looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
Silent play in the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The cameras eyes on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
Yes a spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins, stole your eyes
All the fistagons the bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above fuck it cut the cord

Lights out guerrilla Radio
Turn that shit up

Lights out guerrilla Radio
Turn that shit up

Lights out guerrilla Radio
Turn that shit up

Lights out guerrilla Radio

Contact I highjacked the frequencies
Blockin the beltway
Move on DC
Way past the days of bombin MCs
Sound off Mumia guan be free
Who gottem yo check the federal file
All you pendejos know the trial was vile
Army of pigs try to silence my style
Off em all out that box its my radio dial

Lights out guerrilla Radio
Turn that shit up

Lights out guerrilla Radio
Turn that shit up

Lights out guerrilla Radio
Turn that shit up

Lights out guerrilla Radio
Turn that shit up
It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here
What better time than nowAll hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us nowAll hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now

I'm gonna kick 'em out

Well I feel pretty good
And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby
'Cause we all got in tune
When the dressing room got hazy now, baby

I know how you want it, child,
Hot, sweet, and tight
The girls can't stand it
When you're doing it right When they're up on the stand
And then they kick out the jams, yes
Kick out the jams, I like to kick 'em out

Yes I'm startin' to sweat
You know my shirt's all wet
What a feelin'
And the sound that abounds and
Resounds and rebounds off the ceiling
You gotta have it, baby
You can't do without
When you get the feelin'
You've got the sounds above
Put that mic in my hand
And let me kick out the jams
Yes, kick out the jams, got to kick 'em out

So you got to get it up
And then can't get enough
That's what ....
'Cause it gets in your brain
It drives you insane, makes you crazy
The ...... the faster you funk
If you wanna feed my rocket
Till the morning comes
Let me be who I am
And let me kick out the jams
Yes kick out the jams
I done kick 'em out

Huh
Yeah, we're comin' back then with another bombtrack
Think ya know what it's all about
Huh
Hey yo, so check this out
Yeah
Know your enemy!

Come on

Born with insight and a raised fist
A witness to the slit wrist
As we move into '92
Still in a room without a view
Ya got to know
Ya got to know
That when I say go, go, go
Amp up and amplify
Defy
I'm a brother with a furious mind
Action, must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in

Something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I'll rip the mic, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em
Fist in ya face, in the place
And I'll drop the style clearly
Know your enemy...Know your enemy!

Yeah

Hey yo, get with this...uggh

Word is born
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Now I got no patience
So sick of complacence
With the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E
The mind of a revolutionary
So clear the lane
The finger to the land of the chains
What? The land of the free?
Whoever told you that is your enemy

Now something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I'll rip the mic, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em
Now action must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in

(Maynard James Keenan of Tool)
I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
Sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of you
Time has come to pay

(Zack de la Rocha)
Know your enemy!

Come on
Yes I know my enemies
They're the teachers who taught me to fight me
Compromise
Conformity
Assimilation
Submission
Ignorance
Hypocrisy
Brutality
The elite
All of which are American dreams(8x)

The main attraction - distraction
Got ya number than number than numb
Empty your pockets son; they got you thinkin that
What you need is what they sellin
Make you think that buyin is rebellin
From the theaters to malls on every shore
The 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 your history for a VCR

Cinema, simulated life, ill drama
Fourth Reich culture - Americana
Chained to the dream they got you searchin for
The thin line between entertainment and war

There be no shelter here
The frontline is everywhere
There be no shelter here
The frontline is everywhere
There be no shelter here
The frontline is everywhere
There be no shelter here
The frontline is everywhere

Hospitals not profitful
The market bulls got pockets full
To advertise some hip disguise
View the world from American eyes
The poor adore keep fiendin for more
The 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
And Godzilla pure muthafuckin filler
Get your eyes off the real killer

Cinema, simulated life, ill drama
Fourth Reich culture - Americana
Chained to the dream they got you searchin for
The thin line between entertainment and war

There be no shelter here
The frontline is everywhere
There be no shelter here
The frontline is everywhere
There be no shelter here
The frontline is everywhere
There be no shelter here
The frontline is everywhere

American eyes, American eyes
View the world from American eyes
Bury the past, rob us blind
And leave nothin behind

American eyes, American eyes
View the world from American eyes
Bury the past, rob us blind
And leave nothin behind

Just stare
Just stare
Just stare
Just stare
Relive the nightmare

Uggh!
A pump A pump Wuh!
Come on!
Uggh!
Solo, I'm a soloist
on a solo list
All live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think

Yeah!
Come on!
The militant poet in once again, check it

It's set up like a deck of cards
They're sending us to early graves
For all the diamonds
They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades
With poetry I paint the pictures that hit
More like the murals that fit
Don't turn away
Get in front of it

Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic-tac-toe?

Yo, check the diagonal
Three brothers gone
Come on
Doesn't that make it three in a row?

[Your anger is a gift]

Come on!
Uggh!

Drop back!
Uggh!
Come on
Yeah
Uggh

Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic-tac-toe?

Yo, check the diagonal
Three million gone
Come on
'Cause ya know they're counting backwards to zero

Environment
The environment exceeding on the level
Of our unconciousness
For example
What does the billboard say
Come and play, come and play
Forget about the movement

[Your anger is a gift]

Yeeeaaahhhh!
Uggh!
Awww, bring that shit in!
Uggh!
Hey!

Freedom...yea...
Freedom...yea right...
Freedom...yeeeaaahhh!
Freedom!
Yea!
Freedom!
Yea right!
Freedom!
Yea!
Freedom!
Yea!
Right!

I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
'Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say, " Yes y'all!"
They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small
Cool, 'cause I don't get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
One after another one, then I make another one
To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done
I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine
But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?
I'm raging, ripping up the stage and
Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of, Cuz it's sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing

(Chorus)
E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly

But back to the problem, I gotta habit,
You can't solve it, you silly rabbit
The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when
I fiend for a microphone like heroin
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
Gimme' a stage and a mic and a mix
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of unawareness?
Beware, it's the reanamator!
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
An assasinator, if the people ain't stepping
You see a part of me that you never seen
When I'm fiending for a microphone
Take it to the maximum, I can't relax see
I'm hype as a hyperchrondriac 'cause the rap be one
Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke
More than dope, you're trying to move away
But you can't, you're broke
More than cracked up, you should have backed up
For those who act up need to be more than smacked up

(Chorus)

Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated (repeated)

(Chorus)

It's a beautiful world we live in
A sweet romantic place
Beautiful people everywhere
The way they show they care
Makes me want to say
It's a beautiful world
Oh a beautiful world
For you

It's a wonderful time to be here
It's nice to be alive
Wonderful people everywhere
The way they comb their hair
Makes me want to say
It's a wonderful place
Oh what a wonderful place
For you (5 times)
Not me