Evil Empire lyrics

(Ch) turn on tha radio, nah fuck it
Turn it off, fear is your only God
On tha radio, na fuck it, turn it off
Turn on tha radio, nah fuck it
Turn it off, fear is your only God
On tha radio, nah fuck it
Your savior's my guillotine, crosses
And kerosine
Merge on tha networks, slangin' nerve gas
Up jump tha boogie then bang,
Let 'em hang
While the paranoid try to stuff tha void

Satellites and, pair of mirrors and, and a man without a home
With a horse, and a rider, and a clever, cunning killer
Silent in error and vocal in spotlights
Lying always, suckin on a bottle of, that sweet, indulgent fluid
Oh greed, oh yes, oh greed, oh yes!
Oh greed oh yes
Yeah!
Yeah! (Left channel - 26 years in this stage
Yeah! you're 26 years in this stage)
Yeah!
Your frienship is a fog

Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight
Can't fight alone
Funk tha track my verbs fly like tha
Family stone
Tha pen devils set that stage for tha
War at home
Locked wit out a wage ya standin' in tha drop
Zone
The clockers born startin' at an empty plate
Momma's torn hands cover her sunken face
We hungry but them belly full
The structure is set ya neva change it with a
Ballot pull

Flip this capital eclipse
Tha vocal tone has got'em sweatin' they owe
Apocalypse
Yes, tha rebels of tha grains stand
Masterless
Tha masked one cap one nafta commin' with tha
New disaster
And yes we in wit tha wind an tha plan de
Ayala kin
Are comin' back around again
Tha slave driver saliva, one night power turns
Them devils mouths dry, Mexico burns

Tha sistas are in so check tha front line
It seems I spent the '80s in a Haiti state of
Mind
Cast me into classes for electro shock
Straight incarcerated, the curriculum a cell
Block
I'm swimming in half thruts and it makes me
Wanna spit
Instructor come separate the healthy form tha
Sick
Ya weigh me on a scale I'm smellin'
Burnt skin
It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from

His spit is worth more than her work
Pass tha purse to the pugilists
He's a prizefighter
He bought rings and he owns kin
And now he's swingin'
And now he's the champion
Hey revolver, don't mothers make
Good fathers
Revolver
A spotless domain
Hides festering hopes she's certain thre's more
Pictures of fields without fences
Her body numbs as he approaches the door

Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me
I can see you in front of me, front of me
Ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me
Why don't you get from in front of me
She's got everyone's eyes
In every home there's a sickening
Distress
Of rolm that film she's a precious, a precious
One
But we're all gonna ..... nah we're already
Dead !
We're already dead !

Got no card so I got no soul, life is prison no
Parole, no control
Tha jura got my number on a wire tap, 'cause I
Jack for similac, fuck a cadillac
Survive one motive no hope 'cause every sidewalk
I walk is like a tightrope
Yes I know my deadline sire, it's when my life
Expires
So I'm sendin' paper south under tha barbed wire
Tha mother of my child will lose her mind at my
Grave

Lick off the shot my stories shock ya like
Ellison
Main line adrenaline Gaza to Tienanmen
From the basement I'm dwellin' in
I cook back the sling
To stone a settler and breaks him off clean
Call me the upsetter
Here come the hands on the leashes
The cross, the capital, tha pale families, the
Fear and the mouthpieces
The single sista lynch
The cell dors crash

Since 1516 winds attacked and overseen, now
Crawl amidst the ruins of this
Empty dream
They're borders and boots on top of us, pullin'
Knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis
So how you gonna get what you need ta get tha
Gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like
Tet
When the fifth sun sets get back reclaim, tha
Spirit of cuahtemoc alive an untamed

This microphone explode, shattering
The molds
Ya eighter drop tha hits like de la o or get tha
Fuck off tha commode
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha
Bodies drop
Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this
A co-opt
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of
Tha power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets
Bigger