Calm Like a Bomb (Live, Mexico City, Mexico, October 28, 1999)
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โฑ๏ธ 4:44 duration
๐ ID: 2800423
๐ Lyrics
Feel the funk blast
Feel the funk blast
Feel the funk blast
Feel the funk blast
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I be walkin' god like a dog
My narrative fearless
My word war returns to burn
Like Baldwin home from Paris
Like Steel from a furnace
I was born landless
This is tha native son
Born of Zapata's guns
Stroll through tha shanties
And tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry
But with different last names
These vultures rob everything
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point on tha globe
Yes tha pictures 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 to tame
A whitehooded judge
A syringe and a vein
And tha riot be tha rhyme of tha unheard
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 tha critical mass approach horizon
Tha pulse of tha condemned
Sound off America's demise
Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker
Yes I spit fire
Hope lies in tha smoldering rubble of empires
Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains
Tha same bodies buried hungry
But with different last names
These vultures rob everyone
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point here at home
Yes tha picture's tha same
There's a field full of slaves
Some corn and some debt
There's a ditch full of bodies
Tha check for tha rent
There's a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone
The numb black screen
That be feelin' like home
And tha riot be tha rhyme of tha 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?
I'm calm like a bomb
Calm like a bomb
I'm calm like a bomb
I'm calm like a bomb
I'm calm like a bomb
I'm 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
A right to obey
And a right to kill
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
A right to obey
And a right to kill
Feel the funk blast
Feel the funk blast
Feel the funk blast
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I be walkin' god like a dog
My narrative fearless
My word war returns to burn
Like Baldwin home from Paris
Like Steel from a furnace
I was born landless
This is tha native son
Born of Zapata's guns
Stroll through tha shanties
And tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry
But with different last names
These vultures rob everything
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point on tha globe
Yes tha pictures 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 to tame
A whitehooded judge
A syringe and a vein
And tha riot be tha rhyme of tha unheard
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 tha critical mass approach horizon
Tha pulse of tha condemned
Sound off America's demise
Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker
Yes I spit fire
Hope lies in tha smoldering rubble of empires
Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains
Tha same bodies buried hungry
But with different last names
These vultures rob everyone
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point here at home
Yes tha picture's tha same
There's a field full of slaves
Some corn and some debt
There's a ditch full of bodies
Tha check for tha rent
There's a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone
The numb black screen
That be feelin' like home
And tha riot be tha rhyme of tha 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?
I'm calm like a bomb
Calm like a bomb
I'm calm like a bomb
I'm calm like a bomb
I'm calm like a bomb
I'm 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
A right to obey
And a right to kill
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
A right to obey
And a right to kill
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.13] Feel the funk blast
[00:12.57] Feel the funk blast
[00:15.57] Feel the funk blast
[00:18.50] Feel the funk blast
[00:20.13] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
[00:24.58] I be walkin' god like a dog
[00:27.19] My narrative fearless
[00:28.76] My word war returns to burn
[00:30.34] Like Baldwin home from Paris
[00:31.74] Like Steel from a furnace
[00:33.14] I was born landless
[00:34.67] This is tha native son
[00:36.25] Born of Zapata's guns
[00:37.99] Stroll through tha shanties
[00:38.68] And tha cities remains
[00:40.44] Same bodies buried hungry
[00:42.06] But with different last names
[00:43.60] These vultures rob everything
[00:45.28] Leave nothing but chains
[00:46.68] Pick a point on tha globe
[00:48.02] Yes tha pictures tha same
[00:49.58] There's a bank There's a church a myth and a hearse
[00:52.51] A mall and a loan a child dead at birth
[00:55.56] There's a widow pig parrot
[00:57.44] A rebel to tame
[00:58.76] A whitehooded judge
[01:00.18] A syringe and a vein
[01:04.88] And tha riot be tha rhyme of tha unheard
[01:14.34] What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?
[01:25.77] What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?
[01:31.47] I'm calm like a bomb
[01:37.38] I'm calm like a bomb
[01:44.04] This ain't subliminal
[01:45.54] Feel tha critical mass approach horizon
[01:47.59] Tha pulse of tha condemned
[01:48.86] Sound off America's demise
[01:50.53] Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker
[01:52.68] Yes I spit fire
[01:53.53] Hope lies in tha smoldering rubble of empires
[01:56.67] Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains
[01:59.61] Tha same bodies buried hungry
[02:01.57] But with different last names
[02:03.03] These vultures rob everyone
[02:04.56] Leave nothing but chains
[02:06.16] Pick a point here at home
[02:07.41] Yes tha picture's tha same
[02:09.19] There's a field full of slaves
[02:11.03] Some corn and some debt
[02:12.32] There's a ditch full of bodies
[02:13.88] Tha check for tha rent
[02:15.43] There's a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone
[02:18.44] The numb black screen
[02:19.85] That be feelin' like home
[02:24.14] And tha riot be tha rhyme of tha unheard
[02:28.49] What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?
[02:34.09] What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?
[02:40.59] What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?
[02:54.36] I'm calm like a bomb
[03:03.06] Calm like a bomb
[03:09.54] I'm calm like a bomb
[03:52.25] I'm calm like a bomb
[03:58.44] I'm calm like a bomb
[04:04.42] I'm calm like a bomb
[04:10.57] I'm calm like a bomb
[04:16.79] There's a mass without roofs
[04:18.91] A prison to fill
[04:20.85] A country's soul that reads post no bills
[04:23.51] A strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
[04:26.47] A right to obey
[04:27.97] And a right to kill
[04:29.57] A mass without roofs
[04:30.98] A prison to fill
[04:32.54] A country's soul that reads post no bills
[04:35.70] A strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
[04:38.53] A right to obey
[04:40.21] And a right to kill
[04:42.93]
[00:12.57] Feel the funk blast
[00:15.57] Feel the funk blast
[00:18.50] Feel the funk blast
[00:20.13] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
[00:24.58] I be walkin' god like a dog
[00:27.19] My narrative fearless
[00:28.76] My word war returns to burn
[00:30.34] Like Baldwin home from Paris
[00:31.74] Like Steel from a furnace
[00:33.14] I was born landless
[00:34.67] This is tha native son
[00:36.25] Born of Zapata's guns
[00:37.99] Stroll through tha shanties
[00:38.68] And tha cities remains
[00:40.44] Same bodies buried hungry
[00:42.06] But with different last names
[00:43.60] These vultures rob everything
[00:45.28] Leave nothing but chains
[00:46.68] Pick a point on tha globe
[00:48.02] Yes tha pictures tha same
[00:49.58] There's a bank There's a church a myth and a hearse
[00:52.51] A mall and a loan a child dead at birth
[00:55.56] There's a widow pig parrot
[00:57.44] A rebel to tame
[00:58.76] A whitehooded judge
[01:00.18] A syringe and a vein
[01:04.88] And tha riot be tha rhyme of tha unheard
[01:14.34] What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?
[01:25.77] What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?
[01:31.47] I'm calm like a bomb
[01:37.38] I'm calm like a bomb
[01:44.04] This ain't subliminal
[01:45.54] Feel tha critical mass approach horizon
[01:47.59] Tha pulse of tha condemned
[01:48.86] Sound off America's demise
[01:50.53] Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker
[01:52.68] Yes I spit fire
[01:53.53] Hope lies in tha smoldering rubble of empires
[01:56.67] Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains
[01:59.61] Tha same bodies buried hungry
[02:01.57] But with different last names
[02:03.03] These vultures rob everyone
[02:04.56] Leave nothing but chains
[02:06.16] Pick a point here at home
[02:07.41] Yes tha picture's tha same
[02:09.19] There's a field full of slaves
[02:11.03] Some corn and some debt
[02:12.32] There's a ditch full of bodies
[02:13.88] Tha check for tha rent
[02:15.43] There's a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone
[02:18.44] The numb black screen
[02:19.85] That be feelin' like home
[02:24.14] And tha riot be tha rhyme of tha unheard
[02:28.49] What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?
[02:34.09] What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?
[02:40.59] What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?
[02:54.36] I'm calm like a bomb
[03:03.06] Calm like a bomb
[03:09.54] I'm calm like a bomb
[03:52.25] I'm calm like a bomb
[03:58.44] I'm calm like a bomb
[04:04.42] I'm calm like a bomb
[04:10.57] I'm calm like a bomb
[04:16.79] There's a mass without roofs
[04:18.91] A prison to fill
[04:20.85] A country's soul that reads post no bills
[04:23.51] A strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
[04:26.47] A right to obey
[04:27.97] And a right to kill
[04:29.57] A mass without roofs
[04:30.98] A prison to fill
[04:32.54] A country's soul that reads post no bills
[04:35.70] A strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
[04:38.53] A right to obey
[04:40.21] And a right to kill
[04:42.93]