(Feel the funk blast) x 2
(Feel the funk blast)x3
yo,yo,yo,yo,yo,yo,chick it out,yo,yo,yo
I be walkin´ god like a dog
My narrative: fearless
My word war returns to burn
Like Baldwin home from Paris.(UH!)
Like Steel from a furnace
I was born landless...
It 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 rob everything;
Leave nothing but chains.
They Pick a point on the globe,
Yes the pictures the same!
Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth & a hearse,
A mall & a loan, a child dead at birth.
Theres a widow pig parrot,
A rebel to tame,
A whitehooded judge,
A syringe & a vein.
(And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard
)
(chorus)x4
What ya say,
What ya say,
What ya say,
What?!
Calm like a bomb! Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite(x2)
This aint 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 & tha cities remains,
The same bodies buried hungry(AHA!),
But with different last names.(AHA!)
The vultures rob everyone,
Leave nothing but chains.
Pick a point here at home,
And the picture´s the same.
Theres a field full of slaves,
Some corn & some debit.
Theres a ditch full of bodies,
The check for tha rent.
Theres 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...)
(chorus) x4
X2
Calm like a bomb! Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, (X3)
Calm like a
bomb!
Calm like a bomb
x2
Theres a mass without roofs,
A prison to fill,
Theres a country´s soul that reads post no bills.
Theres a strike & a line of cops outside of the mill.
Theres a right to obey
And theres a right to kill.
BY:HAITHAM ESSA(G.O.D)
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