If You Fear Dying

[Verse 1] The bastard son I spit non fiction In exile for awhile now with raw friction Never be a pawn the boomerang be upon you I'm like Fela with my heart in Venezuela It's a world favela so fuck the novela I'm out of the cellar with a blade and some cheddar For the whole new world order you to bow down To the now sound of slavery this era be Terrible, terror-filled terrified Why would we ever let a few white Christian fictions Shape our tomorrow following them Cause tomorrow got a gun to it's head [Hook x2] The Tyrant's coming Rising like the dawn of a red sun If you fear dying then you're already dead [Verse 2] I'm in the spirit of Ali Touré As I target more heads than a priest on ash Wednesday Paid and hanging you pigs on gold ropes Have the mic or the heater but you can't hold both You could snatch one and catch the blast of the other I'm Chicano soprano high off my pitch ammo I'm a put a crack in your diamond pimp cup So vest up I'm your cross turned right side up I'm the press leak that downed you aide I'm the orange jump suit that's tailor made I'm the crescent, the sickle, so sharp the blade I'm the flick of the shank that opened your veins I'm the dusk, I'm the frightening calm I'm a hole in the pipeline I'm a road side bomb [Hook x2] The Tyrant's coming Rising like the dawn of a red sun If you fear dying then you're already dead