Prophets Of Rage(Power Version)

歌詞

With vice I hold the mike device With force I keep it away of course And I'm keeping you from sleeping And on stage I rage And I'm rolling To the poor I pour in on in metaphors Not bluffing it's nothing That we ain't did before We played you stayed The points made You consider it done By the prophets of rage Power of the people say I roll with the punches so I survive Try to rock cause it keeps the crowd alive I'm not balling I'm just calling But I'm past the days of yes y'alling Wa wiggle round and round I pump you jump up Hear my words my verbs And get juiced up I been around a while You can descibe my sound Clear the way For the prophets of rage Power of the people say I rang ya bell Can you tell I got feeling Just peace at least Cause I want it Want it so bad That I'm starving I'm like Garvey So you can see B It's like that I'm like Nat Leave me the hell alone If you don't think I'm a brother Then check the chromosomes Then check the stage I declare it a new age Get down for the prophets of rage Keep you from getting like this You back the track You find we're the quotable You emulate Brothers sisters that's beautiful Follow a path Of positivity you go Some sing it or rap it Or harmonize it through Go Go Little you know but very Seldom I do party jams About a plan I'm considered the man I'm the recordable But God made it affordable I say it you play it Back in your car or even portable Stereo Stereo Describes my scenario Left or right Black or White They tell lies in the books That you're reading It's knowledge of yourself That you're needing Like Vescey or Prosser We have a reason why To debate the hate That's why we're born to die Mandela cell dweller Thatcher You can tell her clear the way for the prophets of rage Power of the people you say It's raw and keeping you on the floor It's soul and keeping you in control It's pt 2 cause I'm Pumping what you're used to Until the whole juice crew Gets me in my goose down I do the rebel yell And I'm the duracell Call it plain insane Brothers causeing me pain When a brothers a victim And the sellers a dweller in a cage Yo run the a capella Power of the people say