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BEFORE THE COLONY 

No time to settle 
Problems laid out on the table 
Political positions fillin’ up with traitors 
The hand of power rocks corruption 
In its cradle 
My people watch your stable 
Kids die on the pavement 
We got a soulful spirit 
Rooted in the land we stole 
Planet’s future suffers 
And your pockets fill with coal 
Blindfold comin’ off 
Found gold sold it off 
Power to the people 
And we bout to blow shit up 
Soak in the discourse 
Written behind closed doors 
Society the sponge 
The individual the pores 
Now we hold the pickaxe 
On your cortex 
Modern day crusader 
Call mission aborted (fuck it) 

Welcome to the clan 
Rollin out the plan 
So the white man 
Understands 
There was love for this land 

They got you livin’  
In a chamber 
Cut up your brain 
With the propaganda razor 
Dig up your grave 
But your debt stays 
One revolution away  
They hit your son  
With the taser 
Tick up in violence 
But you stay quiet 
Stick up! 
This shit the soundtrack  
To the riot 
Loose ends  
Not the way we tie it 
Tremor resists  
Your presidents lyin’  
Democracy’s dead 
Pavement is red 
Sell, sell your goods 
This consumer ain’t buyin’  
Bell bell tolls  
We deny it 
Live free, live free 
I’m keen to die tryin’  

Welcome to the clan 
Rollin out the plan 
So the white man  
Can understand 
Before the colony 
There was love for this land 

They got my people 
Livin on the periphery 
Eighteen -o seven  
This colonial epiphany 
Your cities were built 
On unceded territory 
The white man’s book 
Tells only half of the story

REVOLUTIONARY HUSTLE 

This generation needs the soul 
Like a young Nina Simone 
Don’t let it hold you back 
Let it all be known 
Now get yo’ facts checked 
Revolutionary hustle 
Don’s act suspect  
Don't tell the kids how many people 
Daddy killed for a cheque 
Open yo’ mouth you gonna get decked 
Gentrify the mind 
The eye should not rest  
In between the lines 
Shut the young mouths up 
Don’t you let them mobilize 
Brute force assault 
Intimidation for the passer by 

How long until they send the military 
This is the era of the revolutionary 

This ain’t a test-drive 
Your in the trunk 
As the handcuffs click 
My brothers dyin’ in the west side 
Now fuck a test drive 
I want the keys 
The dark model stutters  
From a hook hangs my sanity 
Young minds enclosed 
The system is a cage 
Western education  
Don't you dare to turn the page 
The burden of a nation 
I’ll say it up on stage 
Fuck america 
Shout out to rage 

Take it all back 
With a thirst of revenge 
A desire of reckoning 
Don't you wake up 
Wishing it was not true 
Fuck Donald Trump 
And fuck the church too 

How long until they send the military 
This is the era of the revolutionary 

They gentrify the mind 
The eyes should not rest in between the lines

FIRE ON THE TEMPLE 

There's young blood splattered on your history books  
Don't try to ignore the facts your country is run by crooks  
Money launder legacy distraught  
Poisoning the thought  
Short and medium term memory loss  
Now the media gets its cut  
Abuse of power's norm  
Rusted ship the bottom feeder steers caught up in a storm  
Signed policies with blood  
You wear suits to be on the run  
I got one hand on the flag  
And the other on a gun  

The land beneath your feet  
Is the land that will consume ya 
It's the lack of will to lead 
Organized we'll haunt you down to ruin ya 

Take a hard look 
At the land beneath your feet 
When your name is long forgotten 
That's the land that will consume ya 
A sickness from the lack of will to lead 
Organized we'll haunt you down 
Haunt you down to ruin ya 

Smash your heads like its addition  
Huitchilopotzli’s premonition  
Turns out your brother-in-law  
Is at the head of the commission  
Never tremble  
Cities gentrified behind your back we now assemble  
Now you got fire on the temple  
We're the tremor  
For your religion I'm the devil  
Systematic the approach  
The operation is misleading  
Shot gun stand still  
In a church is where you're kneeling  
You know there is a price  
For the oxygen you're breathin  

Make a Stand!  
Fight!  
For your rights!  
Don’t let them tip the scales over! 

Take a hard look 
At the land beneath your feet 
When your name is long forgotten 
That's the land that will consume ya 
A sickness from the lack of will to lead 
Organized we'll haunt you down 
Haunt you down to ruin ya

THE PEOPLE’S DRUM 

Exercising my right 
Step into the light "Mr. Red Tie" 
What's the line you’re gonna use to lie tonight 
Ain't no script for ya to read from  
There ain't no beat for the people's drum 
We move along with the hum of the voiceless 
That for a century your policies dragged along 

Centuries of history you tried to bury 
Broken initiatives banner is what you carry 

Mass graves for the victims 
Of your regime 
Media control 
For the broken dreams 

Impregnate Lady Justice 
Political discourse of numbness 
Incarnate from the ruckus 
Make you taste the rust on the people's knife 
I smell the reek of strife 
On the words you say 
The cards you play  
The guards behind your back 
That swore their name in your face 
For some back pocket change 
You put yourself 
Above my own life 
Deaf to the cries 
On your head we got a price 
Time to unite 
Now the motion’s on the rise 
Fighting back your system in disguise 

Media Puppet Control 
For the boot licking hound 
Media puppet control 
We’re Revolution bound 

Media Puppet Control 
We’re revolution bound

RIGHT TO THE CITY 

Transcend the prison 
Embedded in the system 
Lack of self-awareness 
Locked up in a prism 
Now listen 
The sermon that I'm preaching 
Does not include a god, 
It's about the power in your soul 
Double charge on my words 
Scars on your bones 
With your daily routine 
Might as well just be a clone 
A city that's divided  
Lifestyles colliding 
Not being able to afford 
That's the price of surviving 

Right to the city put your fist up 
We bring the heat to the street 
And build up resistance 
Dead ends to impunity 
Strip the power from your hands 
Bring it back to the community 

Grass-rooted movement 
Now get out the way 
De-construct the institutions 
That are poisoning today 
We pay their salary 
Oiling up the gears 
Now expose em like a gallery  
Empty words are toxic like an allergy 
Now tell me: 
When you gonna make a stand? 
When you gonna stop eating from the crooks hand? 
You grip the gat 
And there's reason to be mad 
Corporations make a profit from the motherland 

Take a break from this chaos ridden life 
Hot-takes with the fakes 
That get paid to draw them lines 
On an altered world map  
To set boundaries 
False world view 
Machine spittin' 
Formed school system cavalry 
Murder for a salary  
Your warfare is a business 
Political mafia 
Make sure to pay the witness 
Make sure to pay the witness 
Make sure to pay the witness 

Take it all back! 
Take it all away  
The street belong to ya  

Take it all back! 
We own this fuckin place! 

Take it all back 
Take it all back 
Take it all back 
Take! 

Late for the game we make the rules now 
Time to take it over its their fucking time to lose 
Build a new foundation 
Freedom for the nations 
Throw them in a jail cell  
Cuz I lost my fucking patience 
Cuz I lost my fucking patience

FREEDOM: FOR SALE 

Now sit down and listen up 
You bout to learn some 
Let the rhymes I spit 
Drive home afuckin statement 
Delayed test 
Outrageous 
Your pride is on the pavement 
The game is revolution 
And the movement's independent 
Devices monitor your steps  
Down to precision 
The letters on your screen 
At the roots of your decision 
Resting on your spleen 
Are the plans that they forseen 
But the seed that has now sprouted 
Wasn't watered with their greed 

Everybody's welcome 
Step into the land where 
Freedom ain't a rental 

The blazing plains of hell 
On the planet they call earth 
Where freedom is for sale 

Now you chasin' for your name 
To be on the payroll 
Out in Wall Street  
Watch the system as it takes toll 
You sell your time because the rent's due 
Or to buy the new whatever 
So you feel somewhat successful 
Yet you complain your life's too stressful 
The same cash-prize 
Monetized life that you attest to 
Lie is what the press do 
What is your assessment 
depression 
In the basement 

On the planet they call earth 
Where freedom is for sale 
Where freedom is for sale 
Where freedom is for sale 
Everybody's welcome! 
Everybody's welcome!

TIERRA Y LIBERTAD 

Aquel gobierno de hienas 
Aquel gobierno que reprime 
El instinto popular no se halla engañado mis hermanos 
La intuición campesina tenía la razón y un corazón 
Que se levanta en armas a medio dia 
Ellos crearon instituciones por que les convenia 
Cosecharon su tierra con hipocresía 
Automatico 
Caracter monocromatico 
El gobierno que no te libera 
El gobierno que no te motiva 
Es el gobierno que como un cáncer te aniquila 
Este gobierno que reprime 
El instinto popular no se halla engañado  
La intuición campesina tenía la razón 
Un corazon 
Que se levanta en armas a medio dia 
Instituciones por que les convenía 
Cosechando hipocresia 

Jailed dreams for the freedom thirsty mind 
Blood spilled on the cheque that the state signed 
Gun rested still on a students rebel face 
Oppression leaves a trace in the day time 

Este gobierno de hienas 
Este gobierno que reprime 
El instinto popular no se halla engañado 
La intuición campesina tenía la razón 
Un corazon 
Que se levanta en armas a medio dia 
Instituciones por que les convenia 
Cosechando hipocresia 
Automatico 
Caracter monocromatico 
El gobierno que no te libera 
El gobierno que no te motiva 
Como un cáncer te aniquila 

Jailed dreams for the freedom thirsty mind 
Blood spilled on the cheque that the state signed 
Gun rested still on a students rebel face 
Oppression leaves a trace in the day time 

Tierra y Libertad 
Levantate 
Hermano  
Defiendete  
Tierra y Libertad 
Levantate 
Organización 
Conciencia colectiva 
Tierra y Libertad 
Levantate  

Jailed dreams for the freedom thirsty mind 
Blood spilled on the cheque that the state signed 
Gun rested still on a students rebel face 
Oppression leaves a trace in the day time 

Oppression leaves a trace in the day time

WAR BIDDING 

Inconclusive 
Access to human rights  
Becomes exclusive 
The writer of your laws 
Ought be deemed as abusive 
Inequality is gruesome 
Ideologically abrasive 
Freedom is just an illusion 
Slave traders the authors 
Of your fucking constitution 

Think your free?  
Well you’re being watched 
What kind of game you play 
What’s the catch? 
Drone over the block 
Got suburban stash 
Greed like I got bars 
Kids to fight the wars 

Top dollar for the weapons 
Christian are your views 
Eighteen’s old enough to kill 
But it ain’t old enough to booze 
Straight foolin’ watch the news 
We here to blow the lid 
Biggers wars bigger price 
Who’s got the highest bid 

Think your free?  
Well you’re being watched 
What kind of game you play 
What’s the catch? 
Drone over the block 
Got suburban stash 
Greed like I got bars 
Kids to fight the wars 

War bidding 

Think your free?  
Well you’re being watched 
What kind of game you play 
What’s the catch? 
Drone over the block 
Got suburban stash 
Greed like I got bars 
Kids to fight the wars

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