Lyrics
Yo… Listen!
One man, one mic
No cameras, no lights
All real, no hype
No love for police
They strapped, I’m strapped
Push me, I push back
Man in the blue suit shook like he took crack
One resolution — your execution
One man, one rock, start a revolution
Ghetto people stand up
Break off your handcuffs
Spit on a cop, throw up a fist like a Panther
No jobs, no rest, projects (???)
No sleep, no food, only one answer
Overthrow NAFTA, spread like a cancer
Poor people worldwide, under one banner
No bombs, no wars, justice, democracy
No slums, no bums, no one in poverty
No more hypocrisy, third world equality
Another world is possible, follow me
Everyone I owe
(Maybe ???)
And I’m prepared for death, send me to the cemetery
One goal, freedom, by any means necessary
My name legendary, you just temporary
This joint turn peasants into revolutionaries
There’s a field of slaves
I can feel their rage
Nothing’s changed, shit’s still the same
They kill and maim, without guilt or blame
This is hip hop music, but with a bang
And we comin' like a billion wise simians
Throw a rock at a cop like a Palestinian
Blow the lights out, storm the White House
Get on the intercom and pour my mind out
No freedom today, no peace for no man
And someday the whole world will hold hands
But today is the day for change
As long as they remain, it all stays the same
Poor people everywhere! (holding hands)
We comin' for the world man!
Watch your back!
Come on!
(Holding… holding… holding… holding… holding… holding… holding hands)
(Holding… holding… holding… holding… holding… holding… holding hands)
(Holding… holding… holding… holding… holding… holding… holding hands)
