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    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
    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)

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