text: Feel the funk blast
  Feel the funk blast
  Feel the funk blast
  Feel the funk blast
  Feel the funk blast
  Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out, yo, yo, yo
  I be walkin God like a dog, my narrative, fearless
  My word war returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris
  Like Steel from a furnace, I was born landless
  This is the native son, born of Zapatas guns
  Stroll through the shanties and the cities remains
  Same bodies buried hungry but with different last names
  These vultures rob everything, leave nothing but chains
  Pick a point on the globe, yes, the pictures the same
  Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth and a hearse
  A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth
  Theres a widow pig parrot, a rebel to tame
  A white-hooded judge, a syringe and a vein
  And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard
  What you say, what you say, what you say, what?
  What you say, what you say, what you say, what?
  What you say, what you say, what you say, what?
  What you say, what you say, what you say, what?
  Im calm like a bomb
  Im calm like a bomb
  This aint subliminal, feel the critical mass approach horizon
  The pulse of the condemned, sound off Americas demise
  The anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, yes, I spit fire
  Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires
  Yes, back through the shanties and the cities remains
  Same bodies buried hungry , but with different last names 
  Them vultures robbin everyone, leave nothing but chains
  Pick a point here at home, yes, the pictures the same
  Theres a field full of slaves, some corn and some debt
  Theres a ditch full of bodies, the check for the rent
  Theres a tap, the phone, the silence of stone
  The numb black screen that be feelin like home
  And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard
  What you say, what you say, what you say, what?
  What you say, what you say, what you say, what?
  What you say, what you say, what you say, what?
  What you say, what you say, what you say, what?
  Im calm like a bomb
  Im calm like a bomb
  Im calm like a bomb
  Im calm like a bomb
  Im calm like a bomb
  Im calm like a bomb
  Im calm like a bomb
  Im calm like a bomb
  Theres a mass without roofs, theres a prison to fill
  Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills
  Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill
  Theres a right to obey and theres a right to kill
  Theres a mass without roofs, theres a prison to fill
  Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills
  Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill
  Cause theres a right to obey and theres the right to kill