Evil Empire
Album - 28 marzo 1996 - Debaser id 10037

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

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

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, single 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?
Is all the world jails and churches?
Is all the world jails and churches?
Is all the world jails and churches?
Is all the world jails and churches?
Is all the world jails and churches?

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 spotless domain
Hiders festerning hopes she's certain there's more
pictures of fields without fences
Her body numbs as he approaches the door
As he approaches the door
As he approaches the door
As he approaches the door
As he approaches the door
As he approaches

Hey revolver
Don't mothers make good fathers?
Revolver!

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!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Your friendship 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!
Yeah! (Left channel - 26 years in this stage
Yeah! you're 26 years in this stage)
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...

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?
Oh she's got everyone's eyes
Yeah!
In every home there's a sickening distress
Yeah!
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 frontiers-man
Who passed away with the truth
Amidst the eulogies of bliss
Who will know now what I know about you?
Now that history's a flowery cancerous mess
Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me
A mess!
Overbearing yes ya tryin' ta tire me
A mess!
Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me
So get the fuck from in front of me
Nah let's see it broken, bloody and undressed!
We're already dead!

(Guitar solo)

In a violent time

(whisper) I wanna be Jackie Onassis
I wanna wear a pair of dark sunglasses
I wanna be Jackie O
Oh oh oh oh please don't die!

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?
Ruh!
We're already dead!
We're already dead!
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

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

Uh!
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, when my life expires
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 the graves and the gates, born without a face
One motive no hope ah, born without a face
Walk unseen past the graves and the gates, born without a face
One motive no hope ah, yeah, born without a face
Without a face

Yeah, I tried to look back to 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 was all we needed ta sustain
Now her golden skin burns, insecticide rain
Ya down wit DDT yeah you know me
I'm raped 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, ah
It's hard ta breathe wit Wilson's head around my throat
Strangled and mangled another SS curtain call
When I tried ta cross tha white wall
When I tried ta cross tha white walls

Walk unseen past tha graves and the gates, born without a face
One motive no hope ah, born without a face
Walk unseen past tha graves and the gates, born without a face
One motive no hope ah, born without a face

You say fortify, reaction, you divide
And you say fortify, reaction, reaction
And you say fortify, reaction, reaction
You say fortify, reaction, you divide

You say fortify, reaction you divide
You say fortify, reaction reaction...

Flip this capital eclipse
Tha vocal tone has got 'em sweatin' their own apocalypse
Yes, rebel of tha grains stand masterless
Tha masked ones cap one
NAFTA comin' with tha new disaster
And yes we 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, now Mexico burns
So here they come one by one them killers of the new frontier
Occupy, causin' fear, come on
Wit the wind below We in wit the wind below
Wit the wind below

Flip this capital eclipse
Them bury life wit IMF shifts, and poison lips
Yo they talk it, while slicin' our veins yo so mark it
From the 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 was strangled now through a barrel she breathes
She is the wind below The wind below
She is the wind below

(Guitar solo)

And all the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the truth
While the new trust is gonna flex, and cast their image in you
Yeah all the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the truth
And while the new trust tries ta flex, and cast their image in you
And GE is gonna flex and try and annex the truth
And NBC is gonna flex and cast their image in you
And Disney bought the fantasies and 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
Yeah!
But we in wit the wind below!
But we in wit the wind below!
But we in wit the wind below!

Lick off the shot my stories shock ya like Ellison
Main line adrenaline Gaza to Tienanmen
From the basement I'm dwellin' in
I cock back tha sling to stone a settler
And breaks him off clean, call me the upsetter
Here comes the hands on 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, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo
Roll right! Roll call!
But now we're alright, we're all calm!
Roll right! Roll call!
And now we're alright, we're all calm!

This hits like fists bomb with the left and don't miss
With the sickest stilo I spark fear like pigs in the park
Head crack, I hijack the papers
The vapors caught fire up in your mind
Come back rewind one time
Here comes the hands on 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, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo
Roll right! Roll call!
But now we're alright, we're all calm!
Roll right! Roll call!

We gotta take 'em to tha seventh level
We gotta take 'em to tha seventh level
For their lives and my lives were never settled
Come on, don't freeze when zero hour comes
Come on, come on, don't freeze when zero hour comes
Come on

Send 'em to tha seventh level!
Send 'em to tha seventh level!
Send 'em to tha seventh level!
Send 'em to tha seventh level!
For their lives and my lives were never settled

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 electroshock
Straight incarcerated, curriculum's a cell block
I'm swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spit
Instructor come seperate tha 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 a cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right
Enslaved by dogma, ya talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates
So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates

(All power to the people) Cause tha boss' right ta live is mine ta die
So I'm goin' out heavy sorta like Mount Tai
Wit' tha five centuries of penitenturies so let the guilty hang
In tha year of tha boomerang

I got no property but yo i'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo i'm a piece of it
In tha year of tha boomerang
I got no property but yo i'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo i'm a piece of it
In tha year of tha boomerang

Now it's upon you
Now it's upon you

Tha sistas are in
So check tha front line
'Seems I spent the 80s in a Haiti state of mind

Cast me into classes for electroshock
Straight incarcerated, curriculum's a cell block
I'm swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spit
Instructor come seperate tha 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 a cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates
So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates

All power to the people, yeah yeah
Tha boss' right ta live is mine ta die
I'm goin' out heavy sorta like Mount Tai
Wit' tha five centuries of penitenturies so let the guilty hang
In tha year of tha boomerang

I got no property but yo i'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo i'm a piece of it
In tha year of tha boomerang
I got no property but yo i'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but yo i'm a piece of it
In tha year of tha boomerang

Now it's upon you
Now it's upon you
YOU