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My name is nameless For the officials I'm tameless I speak tha word for tha fameless Tha favour full of glamour We don't wanna taste the real dead flavor We stand against those who lie The music is our weapon And I grab tha mike And tha mike is a shell Here comes the T. to the H. to the C. - The Human Cell Something smells... What the hell What ya see Some fascists build states of hypocrisy Some priest said Pray to the Lord But I say No way I don't believe in a Judgement day As more freedom, more respect And more power to all tha poeple is a fact Then we're gonna stop the strike and the strife But they want to get us dead or alive Alive So let us stay alive There's no real right here But we don't give it up tonight Tha light of tha freedom fight leads my insight And tha poetry urges Justice be done Like the son of the Sun The word is my gun Land is burnin' like tha paper Like tha taper But the skyscraper of the trade Won't fall down 'Cause Money talks and the ghetto is town Just tell me why the Business comes Now we need more food not bombs Run helter-skelter to tha shelter 1 - 2 Run thru the street And there is nothin' to feed ya When the cops don't hurt and beat ya We're gonna stop the strike and the strife But they want to get us dead or alive Alive So let us stay alive Now we must learn how to be free Now we must be free |