Prophets of Rage Song Lyrics

You're quite hostile
I got a right to be hostile man, my people bein' persecuted

(Run a power move on 'em) with vice I hold the mic 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'
And to the poor I pour in all the metaphors
I'm 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)

Yo Griff
You and S1Ws get to the East Side
We's gotta get's to the East Side G

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 ya'llin'
And we wiggle 'round and 'round
I pump, you jump up
Hear my words, my verbs
And get juiced up (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)

Ay yo Griff
We gotta get to my man Ralph in the south
Let's kick it to the South Side G

I rang ya bell
Can you tell I got feelin'?
Just peace, at least
'Cause I want it