RISE
-so much pain we
dont know how to be but angry
feel infected like weve got gangrene
please dont let anybody try to change me
me
just me
in the middle of a sea full of faces
full of faces
some laugh some salivate
whats in your alleyway
recycling bins or bullet cases
its not equal
its not fair
were different people
but were not scared
we aint never scared
to pave a new path
make a new street
build a new bridge
say can you see by the dawns early light
free slaves running
songs words werent right
now a new days coming
the few stay stunning while the many are handsome
your soul is alive but they want it for ransom
the base drumming is the anthem
we step to the heartbeats of our granddaughters and grandsons
and
dont know how to be but angry
feel infected like weve got gangrene
please dont let anybody try to change me
me
just me
in the middle of a sea full of faces
full of faces
some laugh some salivate
whats in your alleyway
recycling bins or bullet cases
its not equal
its not fair
were different people
but were not scared
we aint never scared
to pave a new path
make a new street
build a new bridge
say can you see by the dawns early light
free slaves running
songs words werent right
now a new days coming
the few stay stunning while the many are handsome
your soul is alive but they want it for ransom
the base drumming is the anthem
we step to the heartbeats of our granddaughters and grandsons
and
rise together we
lost hope and found need
grounded by our surroundings
did the walls scream universities
or you and I verse the tees
react automatic and we burst when squeezed
and make 9-11 each emergency
urgency amber to red like the turning leaves
oh please let the hurting cease
don’t let apathy police the populace
we will march across
those stereotypes that were marked for us
the answers obvious
we switch the consonants
change the sword to words and lift continents
if you believe in redemption
i’m calling to you from another dimension
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Album – Fight With Tools – 2007
Lyrics
WE ARE WINNING
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rival gangsters sit down to plan an after-school program
a religious fanatic posts footage of an interfaith service project
a group of teenage boys watches a video of a father playing catch with his son
an adult film star paints thumbnail portraits of elderly couples, fully clothed and smiling
a record executive records a demo of his apology
a policeman makes reverse 911 calls instructing residents to take to the streets
a patriot reports for duty
she’s wearing an orange jumpsuit and holding a picket sign
she’s ashamed of her birthplace
but retreat is not an option
women and children
frontline
logon
tune in
stand and be counted
wounded
stationed
in the belly of the vulture
watch your back
theres no civilians
women children
frontline
listen
consider this a distant early warning
the fires imminent
pollution gathering dust particles
funneling through smokestacks
airwaves
bandwidth
disinformation tube fed
check the label
delete the virus
alert the masses
butterfly wing crosswinds send black hawks toward hurricane survivors
roses sprout from empty lots and sidewalk cracks
pacifist guerrillas move undetected through concrete jungles
new forms are beginning to take shape
once-occupied minds are activating
people are waking up
the insurgency is alive and well
rise of the flobots
portrait of the new american insurgent
rattle and shake the foundation of the world order
assembly line consent
resist
refuse
inform
create
direct loved ones to the trenches
suit up
forge rubble into fortresses
plaster
cloth
aluminum
broken porcelain
rusted platinum
burn bloodstains from decompressed diamonds
hammer the battlecry into braille-studded armor
we are building up a new world
do not sit idly by
do not remain neutral
do not rely on this broadcast alone
we are only as strong as our signal
there is a war going on for your mind
if you are thinking you are winning
resistance is victory
defeat is impossible
your weapons are already in hand
reach within you and find the means by which to gain your freedom
fight with tools
your fate and that of everyone you know depends on it
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Album – Fight With Tools – 2007
Lyrics
ANNE BRADEN
-
from the color of the faces in sunday’s songs
to the hatred they raised all the youngsters on
once upon a time in this country long ago
she knew there was something wrong
because the song said yellow, red, black, and white
everyone precious in the path of christ
but what about the daughter of the woman cleaning their house
wasnt she a child they were singing about
and if Jesus loves us black or white skin
why didn’t her white mother invite them in?
when did it become a room for no blacks to step in?
how did she already know not to ask the question
left lasting impressions
adolescence’s comforts gone
she never thought things would ever change
but she always knew there was something wrong
she always knew there was something wrong
years later she found herself mississippi-bound
to help stop the legalized lynching
of mr. willie mcgee
but they couldnt stop it
so they thought that theyd talk to the governor
about what happened
and say were tired of being used
as an excuse to kill black men
but the cops wouldnt let em past and
these women they struck em as uppity
so they hauled em all off to jail
and they called it protective custody
then from her cell she heard her jailers
grumbling about outsiders
and when she called him out
and said she was from the south they shouted
why is a nice southern lady
making trouble for the governor?
she said, i guess Im not your type of lady
and i guess Im not your type of southerner.
but before you call me traitor
well its plainest just to say
i was a child in mississippi
but Im ashamed of it today
imagine the world that youre standing within
all of your neighbors and family and friends
how would you cope
facing the fact
the flesh on your hand
was tainted with sin
she faced it every day
people she saw on a regular basis
people she loved in several cases
people she knew were incredibly racist
it was painful
but she never stopped loving them
never stopped calling their name
and she never stopped being a southern woman
and she never stopped calling for change
and she saw that her struggle
was in the tradition
of ancestors never aware of her
it continues today
the soul of a southerner
born of the other america
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Album- Fight With Tools – 2007
Lyrics
THE RHYTHM METHOD(MOVE!)
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3-2-1 liftoff jetpack shoot into space
represent the dot til’ were blue in the face
fre-fre-fresher than toothpaste
you know how we do in the place
the crowd accumulates when he’s tuning the bass
the fiddle and guitar are removed from the case
you know its Kenny O when it booms and shakes
you know its our music by the movement it makes
the crowd that it draws
the yearning you get
to prove what it takes
move
throw your body on the dance floor
whether you’re beginner or advanced or
whatever you’re doing it’s okay like this
so everyone do it your own way like this
move
like the dude from chappelle’s show
let it rip like velcro
we spit non-typical flows like this
mile hi gh city and it goes like this
like this
like this
3,2,1,4,5,6,
no telling where the beat might hit
this is out of hand like buster bluth
leave you sounding like rusted root
bots out your mouth like a busted tooth
attention we paying who
exempt artax like atreyu dude
staying smooth venue we playing move
when you hear the rabbit saying to
let five explain it to you
turn to the next page when I say and
follow along like A to the B to the C
the 7 piece band you gotta see to believe
make ya jump around like you needed to pee
make noise if you wanted me to proceed
scream like chewbacca off ya rocka
drink a little vodka link iraq osama democracy
barack obama arabic for withdraw from vietnam
and it dont stop
dont quit
so slick
move
throw your body on the dance floor
whether you’re beginner or advanced or
whatever you’re doing it’s okay like this
so everyone do it your own way like this
move
sweat
get your pants warm
kee kor keerr kahh
transform
wiggle and shake to this song like this
mile high city and it’s on like this
1 2 3 4 5 6
who’s ready for some more hype shit
this is rap’s last stop like castle rock
the bots blast off like an astronaut
i suppose we came to get started
throw them bows like some angry archers
our delivery’s pedigree headed for the charts soon
hit you in the heart like a harpoon
like the chambers of the wu tang clan
flobots got that method man
wanna hang with the orangutans?
mass appeal massive bananas in hand
kenny o got the master plan
to move your body like an ampersand
this rhythm section’ll rattle the stands
rip sheets like we battled the clan
average bands traffic the median
we stay in the lane we’re superman
move
throw your body on the dance floor
whether you’re beginner or advanced or
whatever you’re doing it’s okay like this
so everyone do it your own way like this
move
give it to you unprotected
cause the rhythm is the method
are you ready to get loud
mile high city spell it out
f-l-o-b-o-t-s
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Album- Fight With Tools – 2007
Lyrics
COMBAT
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i know how to rip a mike different
i grip it like so
tight like a kryptonite with a bike pole
sparks from my lips ignite liquid nitro
no telling if it might blow
the environments’ gotta be hotter
than solder beside the iron
zinc vitamins
hide’em inside when i’m writing the rhymes
it’s hard to keep property guarded
because of these pirates
i motivate
no debate
we’re takin it over
make no mistake
youre fake and there’s no escape
cuz you got caught
frozen waitin for the crosswalk
i can take it to another level
where the base is above the treble
and your face is in double
evasiveness doesnt settle it
a place and a space
where theres nothing to meddle with
combat to get you to bomb back
blond black lets get beyond that
sing songs that attack with strong raps
321 contact
sans paddle we swim the long laps
swans flap to get the pond packed
want sass kiss my moms ass
wrong tact convict you en mass
take it back like linda ronstadt
or luke sky with a twisted long hat
ton ton fat subsisting on that
tom tom hi hat
insist upon that
listen to jon rap
this is combat
to get you to bomb back
two fisted contact to
get the pond packed
cause Im on some shit that exist beyond that
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Album – Fight With Tools – 2007
Lyrics
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