Artist: The Black Opera Album: Libretto: Of King Legend * Song: Torture Chamber Typed by: @TheBlackOpera @MelloMusicGroup * http://mellomusicgroup.bandcamp.com/album/libretto-of-king-legend-2 Water Torture. Drop this on ya Hostage. Mode Impossible YOUR Infantry forgot to Warn ya I Control the Blocks and Corners Bobby Seale or Rocky Horror. I should call the doctor for YOU, Naaaaw.. WE making such a blatant Statement Dangle 'em like baby Blanket Hang 'em by the ankles. Racist, if the Race was ignoramus Infiltrate the hit created. Let's change the fate of ML-KING, J-R. R-R-R Baskin', in the ACT committed Blastin', with assassin vision Ravagin', with bad intentions, damaging the Black Existence Capturin', YOUR Flag, Confederate, when skippin' pass the Dixon Line NORTH to SOUTH to EAST to WEST WE Torture Doubt, Defeat Oppression, Nostradamus, Ether records WE stomp 'em out, Godzilla/Gamera Chalk 'em out, like teacher's test WE walkin' out with Lethal Weapons, BLAOW! CHORUS: They throw US Money just to set US up And, get the Best of US They try to treat US like WE Property They reel US in then they abandon US But, WE had enough They'll never keep US under Lock and Key Where YOU been and Who's ya Master? That ain't YOUR Scroll and Tablet, it was written by some Rapper YOU stole his Soul and Actions? WE came with swords and maskmen Took YOUR awards and fashions Like caped avengers, eighty ninjas overboard, ATTACK 'EM Drag him through the Gauntlet screamin' He just a Dungeon Demon, Underwater Satan seaman I wonder what's the Reason? Maybe for Fame he Fiendin', Label teasin' made him break his crown THEY ALL FALL DOWN Poor Humpty Dumpty drops to shambles. Revealing his mock enamel All the Kingsmen franticly crawl to replot and scramble Meanwhile I block the channel Thats all my knot handle Why WE gotta choose between a Sambo and Mob Soprano Blow the horn like tenor-sax, he went from ten to six in platinum The overworked Indigenous, they work from ten to six He Guilty while they Innocent, but still he filthy rich from makin' hits Tempting them to make a hit and split his wig CHORUS: They throw US Money just to set US up And, get the Best of US They try to treat US like WE Property They reel US in then they abandon US But, WE had enough They'll never keep US under Lock and Key Man, they Hate to see my Armor shining My Army line up, trumpets sounding like it's Armageddon Naw, no need for sirens OUR Labels make contracts Yea, WE taking Office WE presidential with Bomb Threats Man, this Land was Promised Not waiting for Patriots' appraisal or YOUR Congress WE making OUR own timetables, multiplying checks Offers and Sponsors, Officers in high seats As far as my Third Eye see, I'm Free Yo tell me, do YOU wanna have it ALL? Or, just be employed? Naw, if I can't be the BOSS, I'd rather be a D-Boy Now tell me what YOU'D rather do, wait a slave or make a move? Man, I'd rather break the rules than hang in that fatal noose This is for the crews and settlers, scoundrels and peddlers The meddlers and gamblers, caught up in the Culture Where they spending millions robbing others for they Fortune GIVE UP OR GIVE IN. YOU CAN'T GET OVER: FEEL THE TORTURE