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Artist: Public Enemy
Album:  It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back
Song:   Prophets of Rage

        With vice I hold the mike device
        With force I keep it away of course
        And I'm keepin' you from sleepin'
        And on stage I rage
        And I'm rollin'
        To the poor I pour in on in metaphors
        Not bluffin', it's nothin'
        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
        I been around a while
        You can descibe my sound
        Clear the way
        For the prophets of rage
        (Power of the people say)

        I rang ya bell
        Can you tell I got feelin'
        Just peace at least
        Cause I want it
        Want it so bad
        That I'm starvin'
        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
        Keep you from gettin' like this

        You back the track
        You find we're the quotable
        You emulate
        Brothers, sisters thats 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
        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'
        Like Vescey 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 keepin' you on the floor
        Its soul and keepin' you in control
        It's pt. 2 cause I'm
        Pumpin' 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 causein' me pain
        When a brothers a victim
        And the sellers a dweller in a cage
        Yo, run the accapella
        (Power of the people say)