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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 that's 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)
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 that's 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)