SIDE A

1. PEOPLE OF THE SUN

Yea...the bastard son is in
Swimming in a sea of funk
Clear tha lane, I'm gonna have to dunk ya
Up and down like a donut in a caffenated drink
So make a scene I take it to the brink
Check around the style of it
If the price is right ill take you on a trip
In my old school 62
Shoes are white and blue somethin you never want to step to
Space My Bassline
Feel the earthquakin
When you shortside my automatic
White Folks came and they try to steal my name
But now I got a gun
This is for the people of the sun

[Chorus]

I'm not a silent one
I'm a defiant one
Never the normal one
Cause i'm the bastard son
Shift away before the sky sees blood
And that was just away from mother earth
I'm tearin' up a big fat chunk of the funk
Led a lead I gotta dunk Never smoke a skunk
On the set, humble, shove anotha punta
I got a product six shooter
Face my bassline
Feel the earth quakin'
Cause when they short side my mathematics
You take it from my culture
White Folks came and they try to steal my name
But now I got a gun
This is for the people of the sun

[Chorus]


2. WITHOUT 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


3. INTRO (BLACK STEEL IN THE HOUR OF CHAOS)

[Zack:]
Hey check this out right about now....
I wanna introduce a brotha...who came all the way outta here
From Long Island, New york. And he's one of the fathers of
Revolutionary music in our time period. He was a huge influence
On us and we wanna bring him out right now. So check it out, we
Got a man by the name of Chuck D, from Public Enemy. Yeah.
[Chuck D:] Wassup, wassup! Yo....[x5]

[Chuck D:]
"I got a letter from the government
The other day
I opened and read it
It said they were suckers
They wanted me for their army or whatever
Picture me given' a damn - I said never
Here is a land that never gave a damn
About a brother like me and myself
Because they never did
I wasn't wit' it, but just that very minute...
It occured to me
The suckers had authority
Cold sweatin' as I dwell in my cell
How long has it been?
They got me sittin' in the state pen
I gotta get out - but that thought was thought before
I contemplated a plan on the cell floor
I'm not a fugitive on the run
But a brother like me begun - to be another one
Public enemy servin' time - they drew the line y'all
To criticize me for some crime - never the less
They could not understand that I'm a Black man
And I could never be a veteran
On the strength, the situation's unreal
I got a raw deal, so I'm goin' for the steel"

Yeah!


4. ZAPATA'S BLOOD

Zapata's blood
Wasn't spilt in vein
So now the most poor the most poor
The most poor the most poor
Will wage war, wage war, wage war
To reclaim their name
Some guys got blurred
So now the most poor the most poor
the most poor the most poor
Will wage war, wage war, wage war
To reclaim our terrain

On January 1st, 1994
The indigenous farmers of Southern Mexico
Declared war on an unjust
And illigitimate government

Of the debt of the most wild, the most poor
Came a just arm struggle
For democracy, justice, and liberty
And it won't stop until that 65 year old dictatorship,
The Partido Revolucionario Institucional
(Institutional Revolutionary Party) is buired in the ground
and the people's voice is heard once again

So check it out:
On January 1st, they became known as
The Zapatista movement
And they have a saying, and I want you all to
Sing along with me real quick.
It goes something like this
It goes, everything for everyone...
And nothing for ourselves.
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves. (x3)
Yeah, sing that shit...
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves. (x4)


SIDE B

1. 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-op
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 (x3)

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 (x3)

Bulls on parade

Come wit it now! (x2)
Bulls on parade! (x5)


2. HADDA BE PLAYING ON THE JUKEBOX

It had to be flashin' like the daily double
It had to be playin' on TV
It had to be loud mouthed on the comedy hour
It had to be announced over loud speakers

The CIA and the Mafia are in cahoots

It had to be said in old ladies' language
It had to be said in American headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled and got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
Dope pushers in CIA working with dope pushers from Cuba working with a
big time syndicate from Tampa, Florida
And it had to be said with a big mouth

It had to be moaned over factory foghorns
It had to be chattered on car radio news broadcasts
It had to be screamed in the kitchen
It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting

It had to be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors
It had to be foghorned into New York harbor
It had to echo onto hard hats
It had to turn up the volume in university ballrooms

It had to be written in library books, footnoted
It had to be in the headlines of the Times and Le Monde
It had to be barked on TV
It had to be heard in alleys through ballroom doors

It had to be played on wire services
It had to be bells ringing
Comedians stopped dead in the middle of a joke in Las Vegas

It had to be FBI chief J. Edgar Hoover and Frank Costello syndicate
mouthpiece meeting in Central Park, New York weekends,
reported Time magazine

It had to be the Mafia and the CIA together starting war on Cuba,
Bay of Pigs and poison assassination headlines

It had to be dope cops in the Mafia
Who sold all their heroin in America

It had to be the FBI and organized crime working together
in cahoots against the commies

It had to be ringing on multinational cash registers
A world-wide laundry for organized criminal money

It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI together
They were bigger than Nixon
And they were bigger than war

It had to be a large room full of murder
It had to be a mounted ass- a solid mass of rage
A red hot head
A scream in the back of the throat

It had to be in Kissinger's brain
It had to be in Rockefellers' mouth
It had to be central intelligence, the family, all of this, the agency Mafia
It had to be organized crime

One big set of gangs working together in cahoots

Hitmen
Murderers everywhere

The secret
The drunk
The brutal
The dirty and rich

On top of a slag heap of prisons
Industrial cancer
Plutonium smog
Garbage cities

Grandmas' bedsores, fathers' resentment

It had to be the rulers
They wanted law and order
And they got rich on wanting protection for the status quo

They wanted junkies
They wanted Attica
They wanted Kent State
They wanted war in Indochina

Yeah!

It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI

Multinational capitalists
Strong armed squads
Private detective agencies for the oh so very rich
And their armies and navies and their air force bombing planes

It had to be capitalism
The vortex of this rage
This competition
Man to man

The horses head in a capitalists' bed
The Cuban turf
It rumbles in hitmen
And gang wars across oceans

Bombing Cambodia settled the score when Soviet pilots
manned Egyptian fighter planes

Chiles' red democracy
Bumped off with White House pots and pans

A warning to Mediterranean governments

The secret police have been embraced for decades

The NKPD and CIA keep each other's secrets
The OGBU and DIA never hit their own
The KGB and the FBI are one mind

Brute force and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money (x5)

It had to be rich and it had to be powerful
They had to murder in Indonesia 500000
They had to murder in Indochina 2000000
They had to murder in Czechoslovakia
They had to murder in Chile
They had to murder in Russia

And they had to murder in America.

Yeah!