Prophets of Rage

You're quite hostile

I got a right to be hostile, man, my people are being persecuted!

"Chuck, Chuck, Chuck, run, run, run a power move on them"

With vise, I hold the mic device

With force, I keep it away of course

And I'm keeping you from sleeping

And on stage I rage and I'm rolling

To the poor, I pour in on in metaphors

Not bluffing, it's nothing 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)

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 y'allin'

Wa-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 describe my sound

Clear the way for the prophets of rage

(Power of the people say)

I rang ya bell, can you tell I got feeling?

Just peace at least cause I want it

I want it so bad that I'm starving

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

Then check the stage, I declare it a new age

Get down for the prophets of rage

(Can you kick it like this?)

You back the track, you find we're the quotable

You emulate, brothers, sisters, that's 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 but God made it affordable

I say it, you play it back in your car or even portable

(Stereo, 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'

I'm like Vesey 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)

It's raw and keeping you on the floor

Its soul and keeping you in control

It's part two cause I'm pumping what you're used to

Until the whole Juice Crew gets me in my goose down

I do the rebel yell (and I'm the Duracell)

Call it plain insane, brothers causing me pain

When a brother's a victim

And the sellers a dweller in a cage

(Yo, run the acapella G)

(Power of the people say)

You're quite hostile