Testo di 'Center Of The Storm' di Zack de la Rocha

Storm, storm, storm, storm, storm

Blast this vision I sketch a warcrime can't rest
Across frequencies east to west-style
Our adrenaline
Let's tap the vein-made line resistance, meditate maintain
All the settled matter of cops scatter our blood loss
So matter of fact, no love lost
See me clock the steely lock, of Mussolini's illogical, the minds of the flock
No line divides, violence and reason sold, this killin' season, is freezin'
So zero degrees and cold, there's 41 reasons to blast back,
No one followed Diallo to the brave, fade to black
I'm all city is heavy I drop elephant shit
Smear the face of a facist fused pulpit, hey
So to the mayor may I, say I, endorse the wholesale murder of your force, of course
Cuz peace is a myth in new york, burn in white rock star court,
Don't choke if you smell smoke, I dip my tongue in gun powder, then I clear my throat

The aggravator, two chips bidder, mob like goody while my hoody hide my eyes
The critics rush me like Salman Rushdie, as I
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm

I toss pieces of my syllables like Sulpha, Esumo, Koma Yakibono Yakizuna Numero Uno Puro Mejicano..
My angle is I dangle styles
For the flock to follow, too deep for the shallow
Superstitious niggas that get played like a tarot
Baseline strata will shatter your bone marrow
Blind they can't see me, bully me (??? ???)
No need to wonder how starters* became the pharoah*
Tongue acrobata, none fatter, never narrow
I shoot the sherrif, and beretta, and his pharoah
Like the gift like gad*, rip your ribcage hollow
Fuck the flame into your brain matter with the sharpest arrows

The aggravator, true shit spitter, mob life goody while my hoody hide my eyes
The critics rush me, like Salman Rushdie, as I
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
The aggravator, two chips bidder, mob like goody while my hoody hide my eyes
The critics rush me, like Salman Rushdie, as I
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm

Let's attract, let's attract, what, what, what
Let's attract, let's attract, what, what, what

From my mental sparks fly, why is do or die
Five-o got automatics so why can't I
Fly by fast like an assassin mashin'
Soon we'll see the beast reach for the sky
But for now I'll keep my mind sharp
We'll be them bad kids trackin* the park after dark
Lips* do flips never kick fiction
Two-thousand* clash* summer*, now face the guns* or bricks dog*
Break the fakes they'll never check reality
On it with Roni we devastate the scenery

Aggravator, true shit spitter, mob like goody while my hoody hide my eyes
The critics rush me, like Salman Rushdie, as I
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Aggravator, true shit spitter, mob like goody while my hoody hide my eyes
The critics rush me, like Salman Rushdie, as I
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm

Storm, storm, storm, storm, storm
Enter the center of the storm
Storm, storm, storm, storm, storm

Our jurisdiction the world

Blast, this vision I sketch a warcrime can't rest
Across frequencies east to west-style
Raw adrenaline
Let's tap the vein-made line resistance, meditate maintain
All the settled matter of cops scatter our blood loss
So matter of fact, no love lost
See me clock the steely lock, of Mussolini's ill logic on the minds of the flock
No line divides, violence and reason sold, this killin' season, is freezin'
So zero degrees and cold, there's 41 reasons to blast back,
No one followed Diallo to the brave, fade to black
I'm all city is heavy I drop elephant shit
Smear the face of a facist fused pulpit, hey
So to the mayor may I, say I, endorse the wholesale murder of your force, of course
Cuz peace is a myth in new york, burn in white rock star court,
Don't choke if you smell smoke, I dip my tongue in gun powder, then I clear my throat

The aggravator, true shit spitter, mob like goody while my hoody hide my eyes
The critics rush me like Salman Rushdie, as I
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm, with Size
Enter the center of the storm

Storm, storm, storm, storm, storm