1) pepole of the sun
2) Bulls on parade
3) Vietnow
4) Revolver
5) Snakecharmer
6) Tire me
7) Downrodeo
8) Without a face
9) Wind below
10) Roll right
11) Year of tha boomerang


People of the Sun:

Since 1516 mind 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 ta 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 vulture 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 the people of the sun
Neva forget that tha wip snapped ya back, ya
Spine cracked for tabacco, oh I'm the Marlboro Man
Our past blastin' on through that versers,
Bridgades 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 pronto lens, tha
City of angels does tha ethnic cleanse
Heads bobbin' to that funk out ya
Speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica
That vulture came ta try an steal ya name but now
You found a gun... You're history
This is for the People of the Sun
It's comin' back around again
This is for the people of the 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 aco-opt
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of
Tha power dons, that five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets bigger
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse
They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells
Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes,
Not need, just feed tha war cannibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library
Line up to tha mind Cemetary
What we don't know keeps the 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 the family, pocket full of shells
Rally around the family with a pocket full of shells
Bulls on parade

Vietnow:

(ch) Turn off tha radio, nah fuck it
Turn it off, fear is your only god
On tha radio, nah fuck it
Turn it off, fear is your only god
On tha radio, nah fuck it
Your savior's my guillotine, crosses
And kerosine
Merge on tha networks, slagin' 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 the Lord
Tha power pedulum swings by tha
Umbillical cord
Shock around the clock, from noon
'Til noon
Men grabbin' they mics, and stuff 'em into tha
Womb
Terror tha product ya push
Well I'm a truth addict, oh shit I gotta head
Rush
Tha sheep tremble an here come tha votes
Thrown from tha throat, new cages an scapegoats
Undressed and blesses by tha lord
Tha same devil that run around managua wit a sword
Check tha new style that ollie found
I tune in wit a bullet ta shut down
Tah devil sound
Tha program of Vietnow
Flex tha cerebellum, fire
Somebody gotta shell 'em
Those evil angels lists, hittin' tha am
Playlost, paid ta say this
That one inhuman, illegal, signle woman tha one
Without a room
The transmission wippin' our backs
Comin' down like bats from Stacey Coon
Terror tha product ya push
Well I'm a truth addict oh shit I got a head rush
Tha sheep tremble an here come tha votes
Throw from tha throat, new cages and scapegoats
One caution tha mics a detonate unwound ta
Shutdown tha devil sound
Check tha heads bow in Vietnow
Is all the world jails and churches?

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

Snakecharmer:

Satelites 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 disappears 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 disapears 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 see 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 aballot 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 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 to 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's shake tha toxic shock
Maize we all we neede to sustain, no her
Golden skin burns, insecticide rain
Ya down wit ddt yeah you know me, rapped for tha
grapes, profit for tha bourgois
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
Strangeled 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 divine
You say fortify, reaction, reaction

Wind Below:

Flip this capital eclipse
Tha vocal tone has got'em sweatin' hey own apocalypse
Yes, tha rebels 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 commin' 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 frontier
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 therir image on you
G.E is gonna flex 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 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 tineanmen from the basement i'mdwellin' in
I cock back the sling to stone a settler and breaks hi 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 singel sista lynch the cell doors crash and the master's drum echo
Roll right
Roll call
Now we're alright, we're all calm 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 singel sista lynch the cell doors crash and the master's drum echo
Roll right
Roll call
Now we're alright
We're all calm

Year of the 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 yalk 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 penitenturie
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