Evil Empire lyrics

People Of The Sun Bulls On Parade Vietnow Revolver Snakecharmer Tire me Down Rodeo Without A Face Wind Below Roll Right Year Of Tha Boomerang

People of the sun

Since 1516 minds attacked and overseen, now
Crawl 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 tha funk now blastin' out ya
Speaker, on the one maya, mexica
That volture 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 tha people of tha sun
Neva forget that tha wip snapped ya back, ya
Spine cracked for tobacco, 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
Tha new era of terror check this photo lens,
Tha city of angels foes tha ethnic cleanse 
Heads bobbin' to that funk out ya
Speaker, on tha one maya, mexica
That vulture came ya try an 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 tha people of tha sun


Bulls on parade

This microphone explodes, shattering the molds
Ya 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

Chorus :

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

Chorus


Vietnow

Chorus :

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 it off, turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off
Fear is your only god on the radio
Nah fuck it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene

Merge on tha networks, slangin' 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 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's tha product ya push
Well I'm a truth addict, oh shit I gotta headrush
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 out tha new style that Ollie found
I tune in wit a bullet ta shut down tha devil sound
Shut down tha devil sound
Tha program of Vietnow
Shut down tha devil sound

Chorus
 
Flex tha cerebellum, fire, uh!
Somebody gotta shell 'em
These evil angels lists, 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
Yeah, comin' down like bats from Stacy Coon
Terror's tha product ya push
Well I'm a truth addict, oh shit I gotta headrush
Tha sheep tremble an here come tha votes
Thrown from tha throat, new cages and scapegoats
One caution tha mics a detonator unwound
Ta shut down tha devil sound
Shut down tha devil sound
Check tha heads bow in vietnow
Shut down tha devil sound
Is all tha world jails and churches?
Is all tha world jails and churches?
Is all tha world jails and churches?
Is all tha world jails and churches?
Is all tha world jails and churches?
Is all tha world jails and churches?

Radio, nah fuck it, turn it off
Fear is your only god on tha radio
Nah fuck it, turn it off
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 saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene
Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god
Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god
Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god
Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god

Revolver

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
Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more
Pictures of fields without fences
Her body numbs as he approaches the door
Hey revolver, don't mothers make
Good fathers?
Revolver


Snakecharmer

Satelittes and mirrors and a man without a home
A horse and a rider and a clever cunning killer
Silent in error and vocal in spotlight
Lying always sucking on a bottle of that sweet
Indulgent fluid
Oh greed oh yes
Your friendship is a fog
That disapperas when the wind redirects
You. Yes you.
A father's expectations, 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 slefish, horrific vision
Passed on like the deadliest of viruses
Crushing you
So have no illusion boy
Vomit up all ideals and serve
Sleep and wake, and serve
Don't think just 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


Tire Me

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
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 colorful words for tha laos frontierman
Who passed away with the truth
Amidst tha eulogues of bliss
Who will know now what i know about you
Now that history's a flowery cancerous mess
...........a mess
Nah let's ee it broken, bloody, and undresses!
We're already dead!
I wanna be jackie onassis
I wanna wear a pair of dark sunglasses
I wanna be jackie o
Oh, oh , oh please don't die
We're already dead


Down Rodeo

Bagin' 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 bully full
The structure is set ya neva change it with a ballot pull
In tha ruins there's a network for tha toxic rock
Chool yard ta precint, suburb ta
Project book
Bosses broke south for new flesh and
A factory floor
The remains left chained to the poweder war
Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
So now i'm rollin' down rodeo wit a
Shot gun these people ain't seen a 
Brown skin man since their grandparents brought one
Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas
Get romantic
They gonna send us campin' like they did my man fred hampton
Still we lampin' still clockin' dirt for our sweat
A ballots dead so bullets what i get
A thousand years you 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 the kings out that west side at dawn
The rungs torn from the ladder can't reach the tumor
One god, one market, one truth, one consumer
Just a quiet peaceful dance
For things we will never have


Without A Face

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
"for vida" and our m=name up on tha stall
I took a death trip when i tried ta cross tha white wall
Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born
Without a face
I tried ta look back ta 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 we all we needed to sustain, no her
Golden skin burns, insecticide rain
Ya down wit ddt yeah you know me, rapped for tha
Grapes, profit for tha bourgoisie
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, born
Without a face
You say fortify, reaction, you divide
You say fortify, reaction, reaction


Wind Below

Flip this capital eclipse
Tha vocal tone ahs got'em sweatin' they own apocalyspe
Yes, tha rebles of tha grains stand masterless
Tha masked ones cap one nafta commin; with tha new disaster
And yes wi 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, mexico burns
Here they come one by one killers of the new fronteir
To occupy, we lost in fear
We are the wind below
We in wit the wind below
Flip this capital eclipse
Them bury life wit imf shifts, and poison lips
Yo they talk it, while silicin' our veins so mark it
From tha fincas, overseers, to them
Vultures payin' 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
Imgae on you
G.e is gonna flex and try and annex the truth
Nbc is gonna flex and cast their image in you
Disney brought the fantasies and piles of eyes
And abc's new thrill rides of trails 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


Roll Right

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 the sling
To stone a settler and breaks him off clean
Call me the upsetter
Here come 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 drum echo
Roll right
Roll call
Now we're alright
We're all clam
This hits like fists
Bomb with the left and don't miss
With the sickest stilo i spark fear in the pigs in the park
Head crack, i hijack the papers and the vapors
Caught fire up in your mind
Come back, rewind one time
Here come the hands on the leashes
The cross, the capital, the pale families, the
Fear and the mouthpieces
The single sista lynch
The cell door crash
And the master's drums echo
Roll right
Roll call
Now we're alright
We're all calm


Year Of Tha Boomerang

Tha sistas are in so check tha front line
Seems I spent the 80's in a Haiti state of mind
Cast me in classes for electro shock
Straight incarcerated, the curriculum a cell block
I'm swimin' in half truths makes me want to 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 screaming from within
Cause I'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right
Enslaved by dogma,
ya talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm running into hell's gates
So I grip the cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates
(Aww...power to the people!...) 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 penitenturies
So let the guilty hang..
. In the year of tha boomerang!
I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it
So let the guilty hang
In tha year of the boomerang!
And now it's upon you

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