Uh
Check, check
The bastard son I spit non-fiction
In exile for a while now with raw friction
Never be a pawn the boomerang be upon you
Im like Fela with my heart in Venezuela
Its a world favela so fuck the novela
Im out of the cellar with a blade and some cheddar
For the whole new world order you to bow down
To the now sound of slavery, this era be
Terrible, terror-filled, terrified
Why would we ever let a few white Christian fictions
Shape our tomorrow following them
Cause tomorrow got a gun to its head
Time is coming
Rising like the dawn of a red sun
If you fear dying then youre, then youre already dead
Time is coming
Rising like the dawn of a red sun
If you fear dying then youre, then youre already dead
Im in with the spirit of Ali Tour
As I target more heads than a priest on Ash Wednesday
Paid and hangin you pigs on gold ropes
Have the mic or the heater but you cant hold both
You could snatch one, catch the blast of the other
Im Chicano soprano, high off my pitch ammo
Im a put a crack in your diamond pimp cup
So vest up, Im your cross turned right side up
Im the press leak, yo, that downed you aide
Im the orange jump suit thats taylor made
Im the crescent, the sickle, so sharp the blade
Im the flick of the shank that opened your veins
Im the, Im the dusk, Im the frightening calm
Im a hole in the pipeline, Im a roadside bomb
Time is coming
Rising like the dawn of a red sun
If you fear dying then youre, then youre already dead
Time is coming
Rising like the dawn of a red sun
If you fear dying then youre, then youre already dead
Time is coming
Rising like the dawn of a red sun
If you fear dying then youre, then youre already dead
Time is coming
Rising like the dawn of a red sun
If you fear dying then youre, then youre already dead
… in a fire, church bell ringin
And all I have is hatred
And all I have is hatred …