Tytuł: Prophets Of Rage

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  With vice I hold the mike device
  With force I keep it away of course
  And I'm keepin' you from sleepin'
  And on stage I rage
  And I'm rollin'
  To the poor I pour in on in metaphors
  Not bluffin' it's nothin'
  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 ballin', I'm just callin'
  But I'm past the days of yes y'allin'
  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 feelin'
  Just peace at least
  Cause I want it
  Want it so bad
  That I'm starvin'
  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 gettin' like this
  
  You back the track
  You find we're the quotable
  You emulate
  Brothers, sisters thats 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
  Describes my scenario
  Left or right, Black or White
  They tell lies in the books
  That you're readin'
  It's knowledge of yourself
  That you're needin'
  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 keepin' you on the floor
  Its soul and keepin' you in control
  It's pt. 2 cause I'm
  Pumpin' 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 causein' me pain
  When a brothers a victim
  And the sellers a dweller in a cage
  Yo, run the accapella
  (Power of the people say)