Calm Like a Bomb

Feel the funk blast

Feel the funk blast

Feel the funk blast

Feel the funk blast

Feel the funk blast

I be walkin' god like a dog, my narrative fearless

My word war returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris

Like steel from the furnace, I was born landless

This is tha native son born of Zapata's guns

Stroll through the shanties and tha city's remains

Same bodies buried hungry but with different last names

Them vultures robbin' everything, leave nothing but chains

Pick a point on tha globe, yes tha picture's tha same

There's a bank, there's a church, a myth and a hearse

A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth

There's a widow pig parrot, a rebel to tame

A white-hooded judge, a syringe and a vein

And tha riot be the rhyme of tha unheard

Whatcha say, whatcha say, whatcha say, what

Whatcha say, whatcha say, whatcha say, what

Whatcha say, whatcha say, whatcha say, what

Whatcha say, whatcha say, whatcha say, what

Calm like a bomb

Calm like a bomb

This ain't subliminal, feel tha critical mass approach horizon

Tha pulse of tha condemned sound off America's demisin'

Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, yes I spit fire

Hope lies in tha smoldering rubble of empires

Yes back through tha shanties and tha city's remains

Tha same bodies buried hungry but with different last names

Them vultures robbin' everyone, leave nothing but chains

Pick a point here at home, yes tha picture's tha same

There's a field full of slaves, some corn and some debt

There's a ditch full of bodies, tha check for tha rent

There's a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone

The numb black screen that be feelin' like home

And tha riot be tha rhyme of tha unheard

Whatcha say, whatcha say, whatcha say, what

Whatcha say, whatcha say, whatcha say, what

Whatcha say, whatcha say, whatcha say, what

Whatcha say, whatcha say, whatcha say, what

Calm like a bomb

Calm like a bomb

Calm like a bomb

Calm like a bomb

Calm like a bomb

Calm like a bomb

Calm like a bomb

Calm like a bomb

Calm like a bomb

There's a mass without roofs, a prison to fill

There's a country's soul that reads Post No Bills

There's a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill

There's a right to obey and a right to kill

There's a mass without roofs, a prison to fill

There's a country's soul that reads Post No Bills

There's a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill

'Cause there's a right to obey and there's the right to kill