Calm Like a Bomb

I be walkin' God like a dog

My narrative fearless

Word war returns to burn

Like Baldwin home from Paris, uh

Like steel from a furnace

I was born landless

Yes it's tha native son

Born of Zapatas guns

Stroll through the shanties

And tha cities remain

Same bodies buried hungry

But with different last names

The vultures rob everything

Leave nothing but chains

Pick a point on the globe

Yes tha picture's tha same

There's a bank, there's a church

A myth and a hearse

A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth

There's a widow pig parrot

A rebel too tame

A white hooded judge

A syringe and a vein

And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard

What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?

What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?

What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?

What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?

I'm calm like a bomb

I'm calm like a bomb

This ain't subliminal

Feel the critical mass approach horizon

Tha pulse of the condemned

Sound of America's demises

Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker

Yes I spit fire

Hope lies in the smoldering

Rubble of empires

Stroll through tha shanties

And tha cities remain

Same bodies buried hungry

With different last names

The vultures rob everything

Leave nothing but chains

Pick a point here at home

Yes the picture's tha same

There's a field full of slaves

Some corn and some debit

There's a ditch full of bodies

Tha check for the rent

There's a tap, tha phone

Tha silence of stone

The numb black screen

That be feelin' like home

And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard

What ya say? what ya say? what ya say? what?

What ya say? what ya say? what ya say? what?

What ya say? what ya say? what ya say? what?

What ya say? what ya say? what ya say? what?

I'm calm like a bomb

I'm calm like a bomb

I'm calm like a bomb

Calm like a bomb

Calm like a bomb

I'm calm like a bomb

Calm like a bomb

I'm calm like a bomb

There's a mass without roofs, a prison to fill

A country's soul that reads 'Post no bills'

A strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill

There's a right to obey and a right to kill

There's a mass without roofs, a prison to fill

A country's soul that reads 'Post no bills'

A strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill

There's a right to obey and a right to kill