Prophets Of Rage Lyrics by Public Enemy

Prophets Of Rage

Ridenhour - shocklee - sadler

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 a capella
[power of the people say]