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