Evil Empire

1. People of the Sun

Yeah people come up Yeah, we 
better turn tha bass up on 
this one Check it, 
since 1516 minds attacked 
and overseen Now crawl 
amidst the ruins of this 
empty dream Wit their borders 
and boots on top of us 
Pullin' knobs on the 
floor of their toxic 
metropolis But how you 
gonna get what you need ta get? 
Tha gut eaters, blood 
drenched get offensive 
like Tet Tha fifth sun sets get 
back reclaim Tha spirit 
of Cuahtemoc alive an 
untamed Now face tha funk now 
blastin' out ya speaker, 
on tha one Maya, Mexica 
That vulture came ta try and 
steal ya name But now you 
got a gun, yeah this is 
for the people of the sun 
It's comin' back around 
again! This is for the 
people of the sun! It's comin' 
back around again! Uh! 
It's comin' back around 
again! This is for the people 
of the sun! It's comin' 
back around again! Uh! 
Yeah, neva forget that tha wip 
snapped ya back Ya spine 
cracked for tobacco, oh 
I'm the Marlboro man, uh 
Our past blastin' on through 
the verses Brigades of 
taxi cabs rollin' Broadway 
like hearses Troops strippin' 
zoots, shots of red mist, 
Sailors blood on tha deck, 
come sista resist From tha
era of terror check this 
photo lens, Now tha city of 
angels does the ethnic 
cleanse Uh, heads bobbin' 
to tha funk out ya speaker, on 
tha one Maya, Mexica 
That vulture came to 
try and 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! 
It's comin' back around again! 
Yeah! It's comin' back 
around again! This is for 
the people of the sun! It's 
comin' back around again! 
It's comin' back around again! 
This is for the people 
of the sun! It's comin' 
back around again! It's comin' 
back around again! 
This is for the people of 
the sun! It's comin' back around! Of the sun 

2. Bulls on Parade

Come wit it now! Come wit it now! 
The microphone explodes, shattering 
the molds 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 a 
co-opt Terror rains drenchin', 
quenchin' tha thirst of tha power 
dons That five sided fist-a-gon 
Tha rotten sore on tha face of 
mother earth gets bigger Tha triggers 
cold empty ya purse Rally round 
tha family! With a pocket full of 
shells They rally round tha family! 
With a pocket full of shells They 
rally round tha family! With a 
pocket full of shells They rally 
round tha family! With a pocket 
full of shells Weapons not food, 
not homes, not shoes Not need, just 
feed the war cannibal animal I walk 
tha corner to tha rubble that used 
to be a library Line up to tha mind 
cemetary now What we don't know keeps 
tha 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 tha family, pockets full of 
shells Rally round tha family! 
With a pocket full of shells 
They rally round tha family! 
With a pocket full of shells 
They rally round tha family! 
With a pocket full of shells 
They rally round tha family! 
With a pocket full of shells 
Bulls on parade Come wit it now! 
Come wit it now! Bulls on parade!(x4)

3. Vietnow

VietnowTurn on tha radio, 
nah fuck it turn it off 
Fear is your only god on 
the radio Nah fuck it, 
turn it off Turn it off, 
turn on tha radio, nah fuck 
it turn it off Fear is your 
only god on the radio Nah 
fuck it, your saviour's my 
guillotine, crosses and 
kerosene Merge on tha networks, 
slangin' nerve gas Up jump 
tha boogie then bang, let 'em 
hang While tha paraniod try ta 
stuff tha void Let's capture 
this AM mayhem Undressed, and 
blessed by tha Lord Tha power 
pendulum swings by tha umbilical 
cord Shock around tha clock, 
from noon 'til noon Men grabbin' 
they mics, and stuff 'em into 
tha womb Terror's tha product ya 
push Well I'm a truth addict, oh 
shit I gotta headrush Sheep 
tremble an here come tha votes 
Thrown from tha throat, new cages 
an scapegoats Undressed and 
blessed by tha Lord Tha same devil 
that ran around Managua wit a 
sword Check out tha new style 
that Ollie found I tune in wit a 
bullet ta shut down tha devil sound 
Shut down tha devil sound Tha 
program of Vietnow Shut down tha 
devil sound Turn on the radio, 
nah fuck it turn it off Fear is 
your only god on the radio Nah 
fuck it, turn it off Turn it off, 
turn on the radio, nah fuck it 
turn it off Fear is your only 
god on the radio Nah fuck it, 
your saviour's my guillotine, 
crosses and kerosene Flex tha 
cerebellum, fire, uh! Somebody 
gotta shell 'em These evil angels 
lists, hittin' tha AM playlist 
Paid ta say this That one inhuman, 
illegal, single woman Tha one 
wit out a room The transmissions 
wippin' our backs Yeah, comin' 
down like bats from Stacy Coon 
Terror's tha product ya push Well 
I'm a truth addict, oh shit I 
gotta headrush Tha sheep tremble 
an here come tha votes Thrown 
from tha throat, new cages and 
scapegoats One caution tha mics 
a detonator unwound Ta shut down 
tha devil sound Shut down tha 
devil sound Check tha heads bow 
in vietnow Shut down tha devil 
sound Is all tha world jails and 
churches? Is all tha world jails 
and churches? Is all tha world 
jails and churches? Is all tha 
world jails and churches? Is all 
tha world jails and churches? 
Radio, nah fuck it, turn it off 
Fear is your only god on tha radio 
Nah fuck it, turn it off Turn it 
off, turn on tha radio, nah fuck 
it turn it off Fear is your only 
god on tha radio Nah fuck it, your 
saviour's my guillotine, crosses 
and kerosene Fear is your, fear is 
your, fear is your only god Fear is 
your, fear is your, fear is your 
only god Fear is your, fear is your, 
fear is your only god Fear is your, 
fear is your, fear is your only god 

4. Revolver

His spit is worth more 
than her work Pass the 
purse to the pugilists 
He's a prizefighter And 
he bought 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! Hey 
revolver, don't mothers 
make good fathers? Revolver 
A spotless domain Hides 
festering hopes she's certain 
there's more Pictures of 
fields without fences A 
spotless domain Hides festering 
hopes she's certain there's 
more Pictures of fields 
without fences Her body 
numbs as he approaches the 
door As he approaches the 
door As he approaches the 
door As he approaches the 
door As he approaches Hey 
revolver, don't mothers make 
good fathers? Revolver! Hey 
revolver, don't mothers make 
good fathers? Revolver! Hey 
revolver, don't mothers 
make good fathers? Revolver! 
Hey revolver, don't mothers 
make good fathers? 
Revolver! (Guitar solo) 
Yeah! Hey revolver, don't 
mothers make good fathers? 
Revolver! Hey revolver, 
don't mothers make good fathers? 
Revolver! Revolver! Revolver! 
Revolver! Revolver! 

5. Snakecharmer

Satellites and, pair of 
mirrors and, and a man 
without a home With a horse, 
and a rider, and a clever, 
cunning killer Silent in error 
and vocal in spotlights 
Lying always sucking on a 
bottle of, that sweet, 
indulgent fluid Oh greed oh 
yes oh greed oh yes! Oh 
greed oh yes Yeah! 
Yeah! (Left channel - 26 years in this 
stage Yeah! you're 26 years in this stage) 
Yeah! Your frienship is a 
fog That disappears when the 
wind redirects You! 
Yes you! (Guitar solo) Father's
expectations, soul soaked in, 
spit and urine And you gotta 
make it where? To a sanctuary 
that's a fragile American 
hell An empty dream A selfish, 
horrific vision Passed on 
like the deadliest of viruses
Crushing you and your naive 
profession Have no illusions 
boy Vomit all ideals and 
serve Sleep and wake and 
serve And don't just think 
just wake and serve Yeah! 
Yeah! (Left channel - 26 years in this stage 
Yeah! you're 26 years in this stage) 
Yeah! Your friendship is a fog 
That disappears when the wind 
redirects You! Interested in you, 
interested in you 
Interested in you, interested in you (to end) 

6. 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? 
Oh she's got everyone's eyes Yeah! 
In every home there's a sickening distress 
Yeah! 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 
frontiers-man Who passed away with the truth
Amidst the eulogies of bliss Who will know 
now what I know about you? Now that history's 
a flowery cancerous mess Yeah ya tryin' ta 
tire me A mess! Overbearing yes ya tryin' ta 
tire me A mess! Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, 
tire me So get the fuck from in front of me 
Nah let's see it broken, bloody and undressed! 
We're already dead! (Guitar solo) In a violent 
time (?) I wanna be Jackie Onassis I wanna wear 
a pair of dark sunglasses I wanna be Jackie O 
Oh oh oh oh please don't die! 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? Ruh! We're already dead! 
We're already dead! We're already dead! 

7. Down Rodeo

Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun 
These people ain't seen a brown skin man 
Since their grandparents bought one So now 
I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun 
These people ain't seen a brown skin man 
Since their grandparents bought one So now 
I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun Bangin' 
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 belly full The structure is set 
ya neva change it with a ballot pull In tha ruins 
there's a network for tha toxic rock School yard ta 
precinct, suburb ta project block Bosses broke south 
for new flesh and a factory floor The remains left 
chained to the powder war Can't waste a day when 
the night brings a hearse So make a move and plead 
the fifth 'cause ya can't plead the first Can't waste 
a day when the night brings a hearse So now I'm rollin' 
down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a 
brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one 
Yes I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people 
ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents 
bought one So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a 
shotgun (Guitar solo) Bare witness to tha sickest shot 
while suckas get romantic They ain't gonna send us 
campin' like they did my man Fred Hampton Still we 
lampin' still clockin' dirt for our sweat A ballots 
dead so a bullet's what I get A thousand years they 
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 tha kings 
out tha west side at dawn Can't waste a day when the 
night brings a hearse Make a move and plead the 
fifth 'cause ya can't plead the first Can't waste a 
day when the night brings a hearse So now I'm rollin' 
down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown 
skin man Since their grandparents bought one Yeah 
I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't 
seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one 
Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun The rungs torn 
from the ladder can't reach the tumour One god, one market, 
one truth, one consumer Just a quiet peaceful dance! Just a 
quiet peaceful dance! Just a quiet peaceful dance! Just a quiet 
peaceful dance! Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we'll 
never have Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things 
we don't have 

8. With out a Face

Uh! Got no card so I got not 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, when my life expires 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 "Por 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 One motive no hope ah, 
born without a face Walk unseen past tha graves an 
tha gates, born without a face One motive no hope ah, 
yeah, born without a face Without a face Yeah, I tried 
ta 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't shake tha 
toxic shock Maize was all we needed ta sustain Now her 
golden skin burns, insecticide rain Ya down wit DDT 
yeah you know me Raped for tha grapes, profit for tha 
bourgeois (?) War tape boomin' path is Luminoso I'm 
headed north like my name was kid 'Cisco To survive one 
motive no hope, ah It's hard ta breathe wit Wilson's 
head around my throat Strangled and mangled another SS 
curtain call When I tried ta cross tha white wall When I 
tried ta cross tha white walls Walk unseen past tha graves 
an tha gates, born without a face One motive no hope ah, 
born without a face Walk unseen past tha graves an tha 
gates, born without a face One motive no hope ah, born 
without a face You say fortify, reaction, you divide And 
you say fortify, reaction, reaction And you say fortify, 
reaction, reaction You say fortify, reaction, you divide 

9. Wind Below

Flip this capital eclipse Tha vocal tone has got 'em sweatin' 
their own apocalypse Yes, rebel of tha grains stand masterless 
Tha masked ones cap one NAFTA comin' with tha new disaster 
And yes we in wit tha wind an tha plan de Ayala kin Are 
comin' back around again Tha slave driver saliva, one 
night power turns Them devils mouths dry, now Mexico 
burns So here they come one by one them killers of the 
new frontier Occupy, causin' fear, come on Wit the wind 
below \ We in wit the wind below | Right channel - ??? 
Wit the wind below / Flip this capital eclipse Them 
bury life wit IMF shifts, and poison lips Yo they talk 
it, while slicin' our veins yo so mark it From the 
FINCAS overseers, to them vultures playin' 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 \ The wind below | Right channel - ??? 
She is the wind below / (Guitar solo) And all the 
shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the truth While 
the new trust is gonna flex, and cast their image in you 
Yeah all the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the 
truth And while the new trust tries ta flex, and cast their 
image in you And GE is gonna flex and try and annex the truth 
And NBC is gonna flex and cast their image in you And 
Disney bought the fantasies and piles of eyes And ABC's 
new thrill rides of trials 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 Yeah! But we in wit 
the wind below! But we in wit the wind below! But we in wit 
the wind below! 

10. Roll Right

Lick off the shot my stories shock ya like 
Ellison Main line adrenaline Gaza to Tienanmen 
From the basement I'm dwellin' in I cock back tha 
sling to stone a settler And breaks him off clean, 
call me the upsetter Here comes the hands on the 
leashes The cross, the capital, the pale families, 
the fear and the mouthpieces The single sista lynch 
The cell doors crash And the master's drums echo, 
echo, echo, echo, echo, echo Roll right! Roll call! 
But now we're alright, we're all calm! Roll right! 
Roll call! And 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 like pigs in the park 
Head crack, I hijack the papers The vapors caught fire up 
in your mind Come back rewind one time Here comes the hands 
on the leashes The cross, the capital, the pale families, 
the fear and the mouthpieces The single sista lynch 
The cell doors crash And the master's drums echo, echo, 
echo, echo, echo, echo Roll right! Roll call! But now 
we're alright, we're all calm! Roll right! Roll call! 
We gotta take 'em to tha seventh level We gotta take 'em 
to tha seventh level For their lives and my lives were 
never settled Come on, don't freeze when zero hour comes 
Come on, come on, don't freeze when zero hour comes 
Come on Send 'em to tha seventh level! Send 'em to tha seventh 
level! Send 'em to tha seventh level! Send 'em to tha seventh level! 
For their lives and my lives were never settled 

11. Year Of the Boomerang

Tha sistas are in so check the front line Seems 
I spent the '80s in the Haiti state of mind 
Cast me into classes for electro shock Straight 
incarcerated, the curriculum's a cell block 
I'm swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spit 
Instructor come separate the healthy from tha sick 
Ya weigh me on a scale, smellin' burnt skin It's dark now 
in Dachau and I'm screamin' from within 'Cause 
I'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right Enslaved 
by dogma, talk about my birthrights Yet at every turn 
I'm runnin' into hell's gates So I grip tha cannon 
like Fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates Aw, power 
to tha 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 penitentiary so let tha guilty hang 
In tha year of tha boomerang I got no property but yo 
I'm a piece of it So let tha guilty hang I got no property 
but yo I'm a piece of it In the year of tha boomerang I 
got no property but yo I'm a piece of it So let tha guilty 
hang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it In the year 
of tha boomerang Yeah! Now it's upon you! Now it's upon you! 
Tha sistas are in so check the front line Seems I spent 
the '80s in the Haiti state of mind Cast me into classes 
for electro shock Straight incarcerated, the curriculum's a 
cell block Swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna 
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 screamin' from within 'Cause I'm cell 
locked in tha doctrines of tha right Enslaved by dogma, 
talk about my birthrights Yet at every turn I'm runnin' 
into hell's gates So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass 
tha shells to my classmates Aw, power to tha people, yeah, 
yeah Tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die I'm goin' out 
heavy sorta like Mount Tai Wit tha five centuries of penitentiary 
so let tha guilty hang In tha year of tha boomerang I 
got no property but yo I'm a piece of it So let tha guilty 
hang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it Uh! In the 
year of tha boomerang I got no property but yo I'm a piece 
of it So let tha guilty hang I got no property but yo I'm a 
piece of it In the year of tha boomerang Yeah! Now it's upon you! 
Now it's upon you! You!(x7) Yeah!