Contra Poder is the way that my mic is killing it/ I feel it in my blood, body, bone marrow, brain and my spirit/ Another day for a slave/ Another day to torture you cats worse than the Arabs hidden in Abu Ghraib/ You can't escape your need to get paid/ You can't avoid a rat race when your body was born inside of a maze/ Your amazed at the oppressor's ways/ And so he uses/ The illegitimate love of money to make you useless/ You're too stupid to view it/ And I'm already too tired to try persuade you into a movement/ Class struggle is fierce, so we're fighting to prove son/ That equality in America's an illusion/ If you ain't got solutions for change/ Then you're part of the problem/ And you're holding my people back all the same/ So I hit merciless with the spirit of Gengis Khan/ When I rip, and I spit hot fire like Dylan/
Chorus Yeah, throw your cups in the sky/ Freedom is ours the moment we take it for you and I/ My ancestors fought and died/ For freedom/ Like Ramon Montañez against the plantation owners that used to beat him/ So, throw your fist in the sky/ Freedom is ours the moment we take it for you and I/ Your ancestors fought and died/ For freedom/ So you're gonna have to decide/ Whether you're gonna live FREE/
You can't be free if you're living inside a prison/ If you sell ism, or living dependent on the welfare system/ On what the governments giving your children to eat/ You can't be free/ If you're dependent on government meat/ Or government cheese/ You couldn't fight against the hand that feeds/ Even if that hand was molesting your seeds/ So we need to recognize what our lives would need/ In order to break the system like some HIV/ We need to be architects, mathmaticians and students/ Lawyers, physicians,and politicians, leaders who can create movement/ And steady improve, the position of humans on this continent/ Studying to be dominant/ Building our mental and physical armament/ They're gonna try attack us/ The moment we try to become autonomous/ But ain't no stopping this/ And so we take aim/ Cause our ancestors died in order to break chains/
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...Atom'll strike with a pen/ In the military tradition of the EZLN/ You better befriend/ Or better be prepared to defend/ Against the slave owners coming to rule your people again/ It's the same struggle/ ..From Angola to the barrios of Peru/ They're using ignorance as a tool/ To fool men into chasing after sex and jewels/ While keeping their privilege protected by political moves/ But I refuse to allow them to conquer my values/ Telling me a shiny rock is more important than food/ So instead I study to show myself a workman approved/ And I remain 10 steps ahead of their game like Deep Blue/ You're Kasparov/ While Atom is molotov/ Trying to incite incendiary aggression in a mob/ And trying to keep my people pointed at G-d/ Cause he's the only basis for equality, liberty, justice and law.