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The bastard son I spit non-fiction
In exile for a while now with raw friction
Never be a pawn the boomerang be upon you
I'm like Fela with my heart in Venezuela

It's a world favela so fuck the novela
I'm out of the cellar with a blade and some cheddar
For the whole new world order you to bow down
To the now sound of slavery, this era be

Terrible, terror-filled, terrified
Why would we ever let a few white Christian fictions
Shape our tomorrow following them
'Cause tomorrow got a gun to it's head

Time is coming
Rising like the dawn of a red sun
If you fear dying then you're, then you're already dead

Time is coming
Rising like the dawn of a red sun
If you fear dying then you're, then you're already dead

I'm in with the spirit of Ali Touré
As I target more heads than a priest on Ash Wednesday
Paid and hangin' you pigs on gold ropes
Have the mic or the heater but you can't hold both

You could snatch one, catch the blast of the other
I'm Chicano soprano, high off my pitch ammo
I'm a put a crack in your diamond pimp cup
So vest up, I'm your cross turned right side up

I'm the press leak, yo, that downed you aide
I'm the orange jump suit that's taylor made
I'm the crescent, the sickle, so sharp the blade

I'm the flick of the shank that opened your veins
I'm the, I'm the dusk, I'm the frightening calm
I'm a hole in the pipeline, I'm a roadside bomb

Time is coming
Rising like the dawn of a red sun
If you fear dying then you're, then you're already dead

Time is coming
Rising like the dawn of a red sun
If you fear dying then you're, then you're already dead

Time is coming
Rising like the dawn of a red sun
If you fear dying then you're, then you're already dead

Time is coming
Rising like the dawn of a red sun
If you fear dying then you're, then you're already dead

... in a fire, church bell ringin'
And all I have is hatred
And all I have is hatred ...