If You Fear Dying

Uh
 Check, check
 The bastard son I spit non-fiction
 In exile for a while 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
 Time is coming
 Rising like the dawn of a red sun
 If you fear dying then you're, then you're already dead
 Time is coming
 Rising like the dawn of a red sun
 If you fear dying then you're, then you're already dead
 I'm in with the spirit of Ali Touré
 As I target more heads than a priest on Ash Wednesday
 Paid and hangin' you pigs on gold ropes
 Have the mic or the heater but you can't hold both
 You could snatch one, 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, yo, that downed you aide
 I'm the orange jump suit that's taylor 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, I'm the dusk, I'm the frightening calm
 I'm a hole in the pipeline, I'm a roadside bomb
 Time is coming
 Rising like the dawn of a red sun
 If you fear dying then you're, then you're already dead
 Time is coming
 Rising like the dawn of a red sun
 If you fear dying then you're, then you're already dead
 Time is coming
 Rising like the dawn of a red sun
 If you fear dying then you're, then you're already dead
 Time is coming
 Rising like the dawn of a red sun
 If you fear dying then you're, then you're already dead
 ... in a fire, church bell ringin'
 And all I have is hatred
 And all I have is hatred ...