wretches and kings
"There's a time, when the operation of the machine becomes so odiousMakes you so sick at heart, that you can't take partyou can't even passively take partAnd you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheelsupon the leversupon all the apparatus. And you've got to make it stop!"
To save face, how low can you go?Talk a lot of game, but yet you don't knowStatic on the way, makes us all say whoa!The people up top push the people down lowGet down, and obey every wordSteady, get in line if you haven't yet heardWanna take what I got, don't be absurdDon't fight the power, nobody gets hurtIf you haven't heard yet, then I'm lettin' you knowThere ain't shit we don't run when the guns unloadAnd no one make a move, unless my people say soGot everything outta control, now everybody go
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
still unload, final blowwe the animals take controlHear us now, clear and trueWretches and kings, we come for you
So keep face, how slow can you go?Talk a lotta shit, and yet you don't knowFire on the way, makes you all say whoa!The people up top and the people down lowGet down, and I'm runnin' it like thatThe front of the attack is exactly where I'm atSomewhere in between the kick and the hi-hatThe pen and the contract, the pitch and the contactSo get with the combat, I'm lettin' them knowThere ain't shit you can say to make me back down, noSo push the button, let the whole thing blowSpinning everything outta control, now everybody go
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
still unload, final blowwe the animals take controlhear us now, clear and truewretches and kings we come for youstill unload,fight our blowFilthy animals beat down lowSkin and bone, black and blueNo more the sun shall beat down for you
From the front to the back and the side to sideIf you feel what I feel, put'em up real highFront to the back and the side to sideIf you feel what I feel, put'em up real highfront to the back and the side to sideIf you feel what I feel, put'em up real highFront to the back and the side to sideIf you feel what I feel, put'em up real highFront to the back and the side to sideIf you feel what I feel, put'em up real highFront to the back and the side to sideIf you feel what I feel, put'em up real high
when the operation of the machine becomes so odiousmakes you so sick at heart, that you can't take partyou can't even passively take partand you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheelsupon the levers,upon all the apparatus. And you've got to make it stop!and you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own itthat unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!