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Autologic
Clear The Lane
Darkness Of Greed
Fuck The Police
Mindset's A Threat
No Shelter
The Narrows
Zapata's Blood |
| » Autologic « |
C'mon!
Go...go...go...ugh..
Go...go...go...go...
Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C
Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C
Hey!
Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C
C'mon
Drop auto logic
You thought you could get wit'
Me and Tommy hittin' man
Cold dropped a smash hit
Angry as a battery
Back in the funk
'Cuz I'm not frontin'
Commin' upon the stage I'll say ya somethin'
Clear as a project
The style is hectic
Guess I'm left with
A system sceptic
The truths I'm droppin'
From the pulpit I'm yellin'
Inspired by gunshots from a township rebellion
Word is a rough mix
Sign of justice
The rhyme is allowed 'cuz you can't philabust this
Style I'll catch ya
I'll catch ya the rapture
Ya murdered my level head
Ya know that I have to...
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic
Auto logic
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic
Stop before you take a wrong turn
Stop before you step up on the stage and get burned
Stop and just listen
I'm dismissing competition with decisions
So I guess you'll have to listen and learn
Creative
So what ya gonna do?
Ain't no fading
So what ya gonna do?
Grab the microphone and say a check one two
The kid's solo
Unafraid of any crew
'Cuz I'm the type of mother with the maddest
Status
Statue or poll
Paid in full
No bull never dull
Always in control
Taking no shit like I was Manute Boll
Ugh...huh...huh
(speaking)
Awww ya...
It goes a just like that...ya...
Now break it down...
Auto logic
On auto pilot
Silence equals death
And death equals silence
The crew that doesn't choose to speak their mind
Is a crew that looses power over time
And now that ya finally woke up
Yo wish your mother fuckin' ass would have spoke up
Voices in full
The balled of the bullet
The mic is a trigger and I pull it
Droppin' and smashin'
Thrashin' and bashin' the set
Mentally and spiritually correct
Back!...and ya know it's a treat
'Cuz every time I step ya know I won't forget ta...
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic
Auto logic
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic
Auto logic (go...go...go...go...)
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic
Auto logic (go...go...go...go...)
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic
C'mon! |
| » Clear The Lane « |
Hey yo!
Let me be front
This is real and not a stunt
I'm comin' to the forefront
Shovel for the rapper and clear the lane
'Cos this jam is like a tomahawk chop
Teach ya I'll never stop droppin' topics
Vocal power?
(a)yes I got it
On central but their trying to clamp it down
Flag was waving the wrong way so I shot it...down!
Get down, and at the same time...
Come up...down!
This is a crime that shut us up
I don't give a fuck
'Cos the words and the thoughts still hit
And like I said
It's not a skit
Jump another hit
Yeah
Ya know I don't need a drum kit
Make 'em say awwww shit!
The rebellion is true and legit
Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
Down! Get down!...and clear the land
Down! Get down!...yeah!
The rebel
You'll never disable
Defiance
With the cards upon the table
Pulling cards
Keep the governements in check
Yo!
I think we need a new deck
Never could trust a phillabusta'
The mic is like a fist and it'll bust ya
With words cold hittin' with the underground
And now you're checkin' out the new sound
Live hit
A live pop
Live rock
And ya don't stop
It goes on and on and on
Who's a threat?
C'mon, the war is on!
Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
(guitar solo)
Start droppin'
Our words are never safe
Fighting myself
'Till I'm where I gotta be
I challange, don't sweat it
Now don't you forget it
Check me? What? Wait
You better slow down!
Realize I can't confine my rhyme to a beat
I need cash so when I'm cool I'm never ever weak
Places are fluid and diluted and complete
Check me once, calm down and take a seat
Strip the chains the freedom's there but then it's gone!
Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane
Defiance
Rippin' up the south set
Every time I'm grippin' the mic it is a sound threat
Resist against the suckers that bring the bass in
Timmy C
Bring that bass in!
Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane |
| » Darkness Of Greed « |
Greed!
Causing innocent blood to flow
Entire culture, lost in the overthrow
They came to seize and take whatever they please
Then all they gave back was death and disease
My people were left with no choice but to decide
To conform to a system, responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide...
Spoken:
'AIDS is killing the entire African nation
And a vaccine is still supposedly under preparation
But these governments they don't mind the procrastination
They say "We'll kill them off, take their land and go there for vaction."'
My people's culture was strong, it was pure
And if not for that white greed
It would've endured
My people were left with no choice but to decide
To conform to a system
Their minds enslaved
Their souls encaged
I feel the rage
It's brutality can never be undone
But the sun is not yet set
The bass and drums and microphones a threat
That's when ya investigate the crimes from the inside
And see that they're responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide...
Ya cram ya culture down my throat
Say I'm inferior when I find that I choke
Ya fill my mind with a false sense of history
And then you wonder why I have no identity?
Well I'll strike a match and it'll catch and
Spread the insight we need
A tiny fire, burning bright
Shedding light on the darkness of greed
A yes yes y'all
And ya don't stop
Shedding light on the darkness of greed
A yes yes y'all
And ya don't stop
Shedding light on the darkness of greed |
| » Fuck The Police « |
Good Evening,
We want to just quickly send a nice friendly message
to uh, Fraternal Order of Police in Philadelphia.
Here's something nice and friendly,
Here's something nice and friendly,
Here's something nice and friendly,
and it goes something like this.
Fuck tha police,
Comin straight from the underground.
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown,
And not the other color so police think,
They have the authority to kill a minority.
Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one,
For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun,
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail.
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell.
Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager,
With a little bit of gold and a pager.
Searchin my car, lookin for the product.
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics.
You'd rather see me in the pen,
Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo.
Beat tha police outta shape,
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape,
To mark off the scene of the slaughter.
No controller, bread and water.
A young nigga on a warpath,
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath,
Of cops, dyin in L. A.
Yo, I got somethin to say.
Fuck the police,
Comon! Off, What?
Fuck the police,
Yeah!
Comon!
Fuck tha police,
Yeah.
Fuck The police,
Comin straight from the underground.
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown,
And not the other color so police think,
They have the authority to kill a minority.
Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one,
For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun,
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail.
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell.
Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager,
With a little bit of gold and a pager.
Searchin my car, lookin for the product.
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics.
You'd rather see me in the pen,
Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo.
Beat tha police outta shape,
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape,
To mark off the scene of the slaughter.
No controller, bread and water.
I don't know if they fags or what,
Search a nigga down and grabbin in the nuts.
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none.
But don't let it be a black and a white one.
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top,
Black police showin out for the white cop.
Yeah, my brothas will swarm,
On any mutha fucka in a blue uniform.
Just cuz we in Washington D.C, punk police are afraid of me.
Hey!
Punk on a warpath,
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath,
Of cops, dyin in L. A.
Hey yo, We got somethin to say.
Fuck the police,
Comon, sing that shit,
Right now,
Comon!
Comon!
One more time,
Here we go, here we go,
Comon!
One More, We gotta do it, right now,
Yeah,
Check it out |
| » Mindset's A Threat « |
Yeeaahh
Pump Pump, Whee!
Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa
Air
Check it
Ugh
[livical champion ya, relivical champion ya, livical champion]
we say the mindsets a threat
[livical champion ya, relivical champion ya, livical champion]
we say the mindsets a threat
[Yo Yo Yo!]
You know the Mindset's a Threat
Yo! Yo!
Check it!
[In the industry you just cant reach reality]
We grip the microphone because we want to free
Never oppress nor a tune to lay a threat
they light up in the key and now ya put to a test
Yo!
i want to set in the cool MSP uh
no worry about my ???? from all the combat last year
the material pressure is just a digressor
we live in a life of hate ???????? til we're friends, Ugh
[Yo! Yo!]
You know the mindests a threat
[Yo! Yo!]
You know the mindsets a threat
[Yo! Yo!]
You know the Mindsets a threat
Drop it!
[We are....] bringing in the new lifestyle in 1991-uh
With a rrrang of the ??????????????????????
Bring it down!!!
aww... shit!
(guitar solo)
You know what im saying?
materialism im saying
?????? cuz you know what i mean this a fist of your obeyin
throwing it like a catcha
you say what you think??????
??????????????????????????????????????
i want to set in the cool MSP uh
dont worry about my ???? from all the combat last year
the material pressure is just a digressor
we live in a life of hate ???????? til we're friends, Ugh
[You knoW!]
Yes!
[You know!]
In The new sound!
[You know!] |
| » No Shelter « |
The main attraction - distraction
got ya number than nnumber than numb
Empty ya pockets son; they got you thinkin that
What ya need is what they sellin
Make you think that buyin is rebellin
From the theaters to malls on every shore
Tha thin line between entertainment and war
The frontline is everywhere, there be no shelter here
Speilberg the nightmare works so push it far
Amistad was a whip, the truth was feathered and tarred
Memory erased, burned and scarred
Trade in ya history for a VCR
Cinema, simulated life, ill drama
Fourth Reich culture - Americana
Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for
Tha thin line between entertainment and war
There be no shelter here
Tha frontline is everywhere
Hospitals not profit full
Yet market bulls got pockets full
To advertise some hip disguise
View tha world from American eyes
Tha poor adore keep fiendin for more
Tha thin line between entertainment and war
They fix the need, develop the taste
Buy their products or get laid to waste
Coca-Cola is back in the veins of Saigon
And Rambo too, he got a dope pair of Nikes on
And Godzilla pure muthafuckin filler
To keep ya eyes off the real killer
Cinema, simulated life, ill drama
Fourth Reich culture - Americana
Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for
Tha thin line between entertainment and war
American eyes, American eyes....
View the world from American eyes
Bury the past, rob us blind
And leave nothin behind
Just stare
Relive the nightmare |
| » The Narrows « |
Drop it
Hey
Ugh
Try to crack
And some will react
Vocal snap or trap (?)
I'm trying to rap
Those who try to subdue
the truth
lose their condition
and the flame's unactive
Being an ignited one
in the twentieth century
(?) in a bottle of kerosiene
flame ignites into the black
sending fright
thought you could read minds
and words and insight
Backin' the explosion on stage
comes fear
Frances Fanon
Ya you know his anger is so clear (?)
Using my brain
Until the power is obtained
Using my stength to gain
A struggle for rage
But I
Choose to do doom to (?)
Yeah, you know my anger is a gift
I give to respect to test me on a face
Hah,
Outlaw phase
Release the reason
Allow the pain
The actors change
But the plays the same
C'mon
In the narrows
In the narrows
In the narrows
Some are the victims (?) of power
But the style will (?)
Trying to rap (?) about the structure itself
Pay only people to (?) (Sorry... It's hard to understand Zack right here)
State to state
I set it straight
I investigate
To pay the (?)
I make an impression
Yo
My section after section
No need for repression
Just take a mic
and a rap another session
No need for guessing (either that or gashing)
Yeah
And that shit your spreading
Release the reason
Allow the pain
The actors change
But the plays the same
Release the reason
Allow the pain
The actors change
But the plays the same
C'mon
In the narrows
In the narrows
In the narrows
Ugh
UGH
I'm on the mic
Stepping up to sucka's
while were drumming out the style
and I do it with a smile
When I put punks on trial
Taking 'em back again
Yeah the name of the comprehender (?)
The style I drop is going on and on
To the punks to recognize the style
And to realize
That I'm not no Punk Kid
Just stepping up for the mic hit
Ugh
In the narrows (4x)
Ugh |
| » Zapata's Blood « |
Like they deserve
Wasn't spilt in vein
So now you're pullin' the moves pullin'
the moves pullin' the moves
We'll wage, we'll wage we'll wage war
To replace our name
Some guys got blurred
So now you're pullin' the moves, pullin'
the moves, pullin' the moves
We'll wage, we'll wage, we'll wage war
To reclaim our terrain
On January 1st, 1994
The indigenous farmers of Southern Mexico
Declared war on an unjust
and illigitimate government
Of of the debt of the most wild, the most poor
Came a just arm struggle
for democracy, justice, and liberty
And it won't stop until that 65 year old dictatorship,
the Partido Revolucionario Institucional
(Institutional Revolutionary Party) is buired in the ground
and the people's voicce is heard once again
So check it out:
On January 1st, they became known as
the Zapatista movement
And they have a saying, and I want you all to
sing along with me real quick.
It goes something like this
It goes, everything for everyone...
and nothing for ourselves.
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
Yeah, sing that shit...
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves... |
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