Текст песни Public Enemy - Prophets Of Rage

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With vice I hold the mic 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 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 describe 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 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 needing Like Vesey 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 Its 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 causing 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)

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