Prophets Of Rage

You're quite hostile

I got a right to be hostile man, my people bein' persecuted

(Run a power move on 'em) with vice I hold the mic device

With force I keep it away of course

And I'm keepin' you from sleepin'

And on stage I rage

And I'm rollin'

And to the poor I pour in all the metaphors

I'm not bluffin', it's nothin'

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)

Yo Griff

You and S1Ws get to the East Side

We's gotta get's to the East Side G

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 ya'llin'

And we wiggle 'round and 'round

I pump, you jump up

Hear my words, my verbs

And get juiced up (juiced up)

I been around a while

You can descibe my sound

Clear the way

For the prophets of rage

(Power of the people say)

Ay yo Griff

We gotta get to my man Ralph in the south

Let's kick it to the South Side G

I rang ya bell

Can you tell I got feelin'?

Just peace, at least

'Cause I want it

Want it so bad

That I'm starvin'

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

And then you check the stage

I declare a new age

Get down for the prophets of rage

Can you kick it like this?

Okay okay c'mon

Okay okay c'mon

Okay okay c'mon (get down)

Okay okay c'mon (yo kick it shorty)

Get-get-get a little stupid

Get a little stupid, get-get a little stupid

Get a little-get a little-get a little stupid

Stu-stu-stu-stu-stu-stu-stupid

Get-get-get a little stupid

Get-get-get-get a little stupid

Get a little-get a little-get a little stupid

Get-get-get-get a little stupid

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

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 needin'

Like Vescey 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)

Okay okay c'mon

Okay okay c'mon (yo, yo man)

Okay okay c'mon (ai yo, yo G)

Okay okay c'mon (yo kick it shorty)

Get-get-get a little stupid

Get a little stupid, get-get a little stupid (c'mon now)

Get a little-get a little-get a little stupid

Stu-stu-stu-stu-stu-stu-stupid (shake it-shake it, c'mon ya'll)

Get-get-get a little stupid

Get-get-get-get a little stupid

Get a little-get a little-get a little stupid

Get-get-get-get a little stupid

It's raw and keepin' you on the floor

It's soul and keepin' you in control

It's part two 'cause I'm

Pumpin' what you're used to

'Til the whole juice crew

Gets me in my goose down

I do the rebel yell

And I'm the duracell

I call it plain insane

Brothers causin' me pain

When a brothers a victim

And the sellers a dweller in a cage

Yo, run the accapella G

(Power of the people say)

You're quite hostile