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
Stereo
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)
