Ughh! hey you, it's just another bombtrack ughh Hey you, it's just another bombtrack yeah It goes a-one, two three and It's just another bombtrack And
Come Bring it on, bring it on now Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list All live, never on a floppy disk Inka, inka, bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion
minds No escape from the mass mind rape Play it again Jack and then rewind the tape And then play it again and again and again Until ya mind is locked
The mic is like a fist and it'll bust ya With words cold hittin' with the underground And now you're checkin' out the new sound Live hit, a live pop, live
Fuck tha police, fuck tha police Fuck tha police comin' straight from the underground Motherfucker got it bad 'cause I'm loud I'm not a carbon copy,
home Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on A world of violent rage But it's one that I can recognise Having never seen the colour of my father's
plus I never been I'm on a tier where no tears should ever fall Cell block and locked, I never clock it y'all 'Cause time and time again time They got
And it won't stop until that 65 year old dictatorship, the Partido Revolucionario Institucional (Institutional Revolutionary Party) is buired in the ground and the people's voicce is heard once again
greed, it would have endured People were left with no choice but to decide To conform to a system Souls engaged Minds enslaved Now feel the rage Brutality
