I be walkin' God like a dog My narrative fearless Word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home from Paris, uh Like steel from a furnace I was born landless Yes it's tha native son Born of Zapatas guns Stroll through the shanties And tha cities remain Same bodies buried hungry But with different last names The vultures rob everything Leave nothing but chains Pick a point on the globe Yes tha picture's tha 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 too tame A white hooded judge A syringe and a vein And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? I'm calm like a bomb I'm calm like a bomb This ain't subliminal Feel the critical mass approach horizon Tha pulse of the condemned Sound of America's demises Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Yes I spit fire Hope lies in the smoldering Rubble of empires Stroll through tha shanties And tha cities remain Same bodies buried hungry With different last names The vultures rob everything Leave nothing but chains Pick a point here at home Yes the picture's tha same There's a field full of slaves Some corn and some debit There's a ditch full of bodies Tha check for the rent There's a tap, tha phone Tha silence of stone The numb black screen That be feelin' like home And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard What ya say? what ya say? what ya say? what? What ya say? what ya say? what ya say? what? What ya say? what ya say? what ya say? what? What ya say? what ya say? what ya say? what? I'm calm like a bomb I'm calm like a bomb I'm calm like a bomb Calm like a bomb Calm like a bomb I'm calm like a bomb Calm like a bomb I'm calm like a bomb There's a mass without roofs, a prison to fill A country's soul that reads 'Post no bills' A strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill There's a right to obey and a right to kill There's a mass without roofs, a prison to fill A country's soul that reads 'Post no bills' A strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill There's a right to obey and a right to kill
I be walkin' God like a dog My narrative fearless Word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home from Paris, uh Like steel from a furnace I was born landless Yes it's tha native son Born of Zapatas guns Stroll through the shanties And tha cities remain Same bodies buried hungry But with different last names The vultures rob everything Leave nothing but chains Pick a point on the globe Yes tha picture's tha 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 too tame A white hooded judge A syringe and a vein And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what? I'm calm like a bomb I'm calm like a bomb This ain't subliminal Feel the critical mass approach horizon Tha pulse of the condemned Sound of America's demises Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Yes I spit fire Hope lies in the smoldering Rubble of empires Stroll through tha shanties And tha cities remain Same bodies buried hungry With different last names The vultures rob everything Leave nothing but chains Pick a point here at home Yes the picture's tha same There's a field full of slaves Some corn and some debit There's a ditch full of bodies Tha check for the rent There's a tap, tha phone Tha silence of stone The numb black screen That be feelin' like home And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard What ya say? what ya say? what ya say? what? What ya say? what ya say? what ya say? what? What ya say? what ya say? what ya say? what? What ya say? what ya say? what ya say? what? I'm calm like a bomb I'm calm like a bomb I'm calm like a bomb Calm like a bomb Calm like a bomb I'm calm like a bomb Calm like a bomb I'm calm like a bomb There's a mass without roofs, a prison to fill A country's soul that reads 'Post no bills' A strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill There's a right to obey and a right to kill There's a mass without roofs, a prison to fill A country's soul that reads 'Post no bills' A strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill There's a right to obey and a right to kill
