1: Bombtrack

It's just another bombtrackAnd suckas be thinkin' that they can fade it
But I'm going to drop it at a higher level'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down
Hand out some beat-downsCold runna train on punk ho's that
Think they run the gameBut I learned to burn that bridge and delete
Those who compete at a level that's obsolete
Instead I warm my hands on the flames of the flagAs I recall our downfall
And the business' that burned us all
See through the news and views that twist realityEnoughI call the bluff
Manifest destinyLandlords and power whoresOn my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I igniteAnd then watch 'em burnThe thoughts of a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardlineLandlords and power whores
On my people they took turnsDispute the suits I igniteAnd then watch 'em burn
Chorus:Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burnBurn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burnBurn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Another funky radical bombtrackStarted as a sketch in my notebook
But now dope hooks make punks take another look
My thoughts youhear and you begin to fear
That ya card will get pulled if you interfere
With the thoughts of a militant mindHardline, hardline after hardline
Landlords and power whoresOn my people they took turnsDispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burnChorus

2: Killing in the name

Killing in the name ofSome of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crossesNow ya do what they told ya
Don't you die or justifyYou're wearin the badge, and your chosen white
You justify those that diedBy wearin the badge and your chosen white
Some of those that work forcesAre the same that burn crosses
Killing in the name of...Now ya do what they told yaYour under control
Now ya do what they told yaDon't you die or justify
You're wearin the badge, and your chosen whiteYou justify those that died
By wearin the badge and your chosen whiteCome on...
Fuck you, I won't do what ya tell me...Mutha fucker
I got an E-mail from Jon who said that he saw in a guitar magazine
different lyrics to Killing in the Name.  Changes are:
Those who die, are justified,for wearing a badge and their clothes in white
also...Some of those that work forces,are the saints that burn crosses

3: Take the power back

In the right light, study becomes insightBut the system that dissed us
Teaches us to read and writeSo-called facts are fraud
They want us to allege and pledgeAnd bow down to their God
Lost the culture, the culture lostSpun our minds and through time
Ignorance has taken overWe gotta take the power backBam, Here's the plan
Mother fuck Uncle SamStep back, I know who I am
Raise up your ear, I'll drop the style and clear
It's the beast and lyrics they fearThe rage is relentless
We need a movement with quicknessYou are the witness of changeAnd to counteract
We gotta take the power backChorus:We gotta take the power back
We gotta take the power backThe president curriculumsI put my fist in 'em
Eurocentric every last one of 'em
See right through the red, white and blue disguise
With lecture, I puncture the structure of lies
Installed in our minds and attemptingTo hold us backWe've got to take it back
'Cause holes in our spirits causin' tears and fears
One-sided stories for years and years and yearsI'm inferior? Who's inferior?
Yea, we needa check the interiorOf the system who cares about only one culture
And that is whyWe gotta take the power backChorus
The teacher stands in front of the classBut the lesson plan he can't recall
The student's eyes don't percieve the liesBouncing of every fucking wall
His composure is well keptI guess he fears playing the fool
The complacent students sit and listen to theBull shit that he learned in school
Europe ain't my rope to swing onCan't learn a thing from itYet we hang from it
Gotta get it, gotta get it together thenLike the mother fuckin weathermen
To expose and close the doors on those who tryTo strangle and mangle the truth
'Cause the circle of hatred continues unless we react
We gotta take the power backChorusNo more lies

4: Settle for nothing

A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home
Hatred passed on , passed on and passed onA world of violent rage
But it's one that I can recognizeHaving never seen the color of my father's eyes
Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can gripI tried to grip my family
But I slippedTo escape from the pain and an existance mundane
I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta nameRead my writing on the wall
No one is here to catch me when I fallBut death is on my sideSuicide
A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home
Hatred passed on , passed on and passed onA world of violent rage
But it's one that I can recognizeHaving never seen the color of my father's eyes
Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can gripI tried to grip my family
But I slippedTo escape from the pain and an existance mundane
I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta nameRead my writing on the wall
No one is here to catch me when I fallCaught between the culture and the system
GenocideRead my writing on the wallNo one is here to catch me if I fall
If ignorance is blissThen knock the smile of my faceIf we don't take action now 
We settle for nothing laterWe'll settle for nothing now
And we'll settle for nothing later

5: Bullet in your head

This time the bullet cold rocked yaA yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow the rules when the set commands yaThey said it was blue
When the boold was redThat's is how you got a bullet blasted through your head
Blasted through your headBlasted through your head
I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched at the feds cold centralizedSo serene on the screen
You was mesmerizedCellular phones soundin' a death toneCorporations cold
Turn ya to stone before you realizeThey load the clip in omnicolor
They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like AlcatrazAnd mutha fuckas lost their minds
Just victims of the in-house drive-byThey say jump, you say how high
They load the clip in omnicolorThey pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like AlcatrazAnd mutha fuckas lost their minds
No escape from the mass mind rapePlay it again jack and then rewind the tape
Play it again and again and againUntil ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they are tellin' ya
Buying all the products that they are selling yaThey say jumpYa say how high
Ya brain dead Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in your head
Just victims of the in-house drive-byThey say jump, you say how high
Ya standin' in lineBelievin' the liesYa bowin' down to the flag
Ya got a fuckin' bullet in ya head

6: Know your enemy

Born with insight and a raised fistA witness to the slit wrist
As we move into '92Still in a room without a viewYa gotta knowYa gotta know
That when I say go, go, goAmp up and amplifyDefy
I'm a brother with a furious mindAction must be takenWe don't need the key
We'll break inSomething must be doneAbout vengeance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'emFist in ya face, in the place
And I'll drop the style clearlyKnow your enenmyWord is born
Fight the war, fuck the normNow I got no patienceSo sick of complacence
With the D E F I A N C EThe mind of a revolutionarySo clear the lane
The finger to the land of chainsWhat? The land of the free?
Whoever told you that is your enemySomething must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'emNow action must be takenWe don't need the key
We'll break inI've got no patience nowSo sick of complacence now
I've got no patience nowSo sick of complacence now
Sick of sick of sick of sick of sick of youTime has come to pay
Yes I know my enemiesThey are the teachers who taught me to fight me
Compromise, conformity, assimulation, submission
Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the eliteAll of which are American dreams

7: Wake up

Although ya try to iscreditYa still never editThe needle, I'll thread it
Radically poeticStandin' with the fury that they had in '66
And like E-Double, I'm madStill knee-deep in the system's shit
Hoover, he was a body removerI'll give ya a doseBut it'll never come close
To the rage built up inside of meFist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy
Movements come and movements goLeaders speak, movements cease
When theirheads are flown'Cause all these punksGot bullets in their heads
Department of police, the judge, the fedsNetworks at work, keepin' people calm
You know they went after KingWhen he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the have-notsAnd then came the shot
Wit' poetry, my mind I flexFlip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat fitnesse
Whadda I have to do to wake you upTo shake you up, to break the structure up
'Cause this blood still floods in the gutterI'm like talkin' photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutterSet the groove
Then I stick and move like I was CassiusRep the stutter step
Then bomb a left upon the facistsYea, the several federal men
Who pulled schemes on the dreamAnd put it to an endYa better beware
Of retribution with mind war20/20 visions and murals with metaphors
The networks at work, keepin' people calmYa know they murdered X
And tried to blame it on IslamHe turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shotWhat was the price on his head

8: Fistful of steel

SilenceSomething about silence makes me sick'Cause silence can be violent 
Sorta like a slit wristIf the vibe was suicideThen you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down Then let me do the cuttin'Some speak with sounds
But speak in silent voicesLike radio is silent 
Though it fills the air with noisesIts transmission brings submission
As ya mold to the unrealMad boy grips the microphoneWit' a fistful of steel
Chorus:Fistful of steelFistful of steelFistful of steelFistful of steel
Yes, it's time to flow like the fluids in ya veinsIf ya will it, I will spill it
And ya out just as quick as ya cameNot a silent oneBut a defiant one
Never a normal one'Cause I'm that bastard sonWith the visions of the move
Vocals not to soothBut to ignite and put in flightMy sence of militance
Groovin', playin' this game called survival
Status the elite, the enemy, the rival
The silentsheep slippin', riffin', trippin'
Give ya a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin'
Steppin into the jam and I'm slammin' like ShaquilleMad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steelChorusA 44 full of bulletsFace full of pale
Eyes full of emptyA stare full of nails
The roulette ball rolls alone on the wheelA mind full of fire
And a fistful of steelIf the vibe was suicideThen you would push da button
But if ya bowin' downThen let me do the cuttin'

9: Township rebellion

Rebel, rebel and yell'Cause our people still dwell in hellLocked in a cell
Mad is the story I tellHow long can we waitCome on, seein'what's at stake
Action for reactionIf your mind's in a somewhat complacent stateGet a check-up
This is a stick-upOur freedom or our lifeI wish I could be peaceful
But there can be no sequelChorus:Now freedom must be fundamental
In Johannesburg or South CentralOn the mic, 'cause someoneshould tell 'em
To kick in the township rebellion
Yea, so you thought you could get with the hardlinesThat fill your mind
The thoughts, battles foughtAnd lessons taughtAnd I'll display the fitness
And flip like a gymnastRaise my fist and resist
Asleep, though we stand in the midstOf the warGotta get mineGotta get more
Keepin' the mic warm against the norm'Cause what does it offer me
I think often it's nothin' but a coffinGotta get wreck
'Til our necks never swing on a ropeFrom here to the cape of no hopeChorus
Why standOn a silent platformFight the warFuck the norm

10: Freedom

Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo listAll live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of inkPaintings of rebellionDrawn up by the thoughts I think
It's set uplike a deck of cardsThey're sending us to early graves
For all the diamondsThey'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades
With poetry I paint the pictures that hitMore than the murals that fit
Don't turn awayGet in front of itChorus:Brotha did ya frget my name
Did ya lose it on the wallPlayin' tic-tac-toeYo, check the diagonal
Three brothers goneCome onDoesn't that make it three in a rowAnger is a gift
ChorusYo, check the diagonalThree million goneCome on
'Cause ya know they're counting backwards to zeroEnvironment
The environment exceeding on the levelOf our unconsciousnessFor example
What does the billboard sayCome and play, come and playForget about the movement
Anger is a giftFreedom, freedom, yea right