P.O.W.’s

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr. Hyde] Super-civil arrest blast your teflon vest bastards Hyde distress terrorists, the methodists of death, bitch! Incorrect politically, linguistically, I'm lethal Yo, check my history, it ain't no mystery to people The Governor of Brit will have your mother sucking dick Fuckin' rubbin' on her clit until she's bludgeoned by a brick Yo, to hell with secret service men, my burners stay disturbing them They turned into my servants when my urchins said to murder them All anarchists are loving it while stubborn feds are bugging it Your government's discovered cut to pieces in my cupboard, kid I'll tarnish you with carnage, now your sergeant's paying homage Got Bin Laden and Saddam wrapped in bondage in the garbage My knife's out, so stand back, the White House is ransacked To strife out the Anthrax choked life out your grandpaps The torture is immense, got you crawling out your vents The gore that Hyde invents put dents in your defense [Verse 2: Necro] I'm like Malcolm when he came back from Mecca: Not a racist But when they come to kill me at my speech, I'll shoot 'em in they're faces I lived a life of aggravation, contempt in laceration So I'm exempt from assassination attempts Attack you like airborne pilots, beat you like General Cornwallis You cornballs are minimal, adjust your eyelids private Ending your squadron, run up on you like Benjamin Martin With the Indian axe, peeling your skin back for starting I'll start a revolution with this rugged rhyme But fuck your Source cover, I want my face on the cover of TIME! You Benedict Arnold's will be smoking crack like bridges We're burning bridges So you can't cross 'em 'cause our militia's vicious The thirteen colonies bring it to you, get on the horse We'll be ripping your chest 'til they're stitching your flesh like Betsy Ross Images of onslaught, cadavers and bleeding I'd give a shout out to the soldiers that fought so I could have freedom! [Verse 3: Goretex] After war, on the return trip, burning my psyche Extracting the passion from the paws of Christ, it's pricey Nuclear frost, California first to break off Space cowboys, 30 CC's ready for take off Lieutenant's tank holding my rank, we climb skyports Islamic amputees disguised as cyborgs I was born to die the first martyr Torn from a place with burnt buildings and no father Raise the etiquette of warface, torture's to make War to Kuwait, grenades tossed I threw the corpse in the lake, it's more cake Revolution 9, New York quake, state of emergency Bridges and tunnels, this underworld is a murder spree Fucking with G, World Trade in the cloud Terror Network, I'm still smelling people downtown Wipe some tear gas, the Yin and the Yang, dead in the fear 10 to 15, they watch the dent in Heaven appear [Verse 4: Sabac] They held me captive, I was being bludgeoned and starved Seeing stars, half a day from an introduction to God Yo, with scars on my flesh, my whole mind was destroyed Hardest test of my life, the kind I try to avoid I heard voices in my sleep, one night a visitor spoke Quoting the art of war, the voice had given me hope Broke out a sweat, grab the TEC, shot my way to freedom Hundreds die for their lives, and now I've got you beaten I'm defeating any enemy that comes in my path Whether political or criminal, I let the guns blast Coming mass like Marcos, and Brooklyn's my Chiapas Rage a war against police, they can't look me in the optics Sabac is equivalent to the object of militance Consider this your option with the lives of ambivalence I'm committed and diligent, equipped with the killer shit The oppressor's nightmare, if I talk it I'm living it [Verse 5: ILL BILL] Arrived in Auschwitz, I was tattooed with numbers for labor Kids, babies, and mothers were sent directly to gas chambers Stepping outta freight cars sorted by age and profession And whether or not you capable of working the slave labor Children and elderly people were the first to be taken To shower rooms and exterminated and burnt to cremation The rest of us kept behind an electric fence, shaved heads Starving and working to death and perished by day's end Truthfully, we were the lucky ones, the fortunate I remember stories of the ways that Doctor Mengele used to torture men Children and pregnant women, unspeakable horrors 6 million martyrs from your sheet of the surgery, with no anaesthesia I'm a prisoner of war or religion A prisoner of Nazi Germany, I'm caught in the system With dreams of torturing Hitler with blow torches and pistols For every Jew that died, I survived, my story continues!