America My Oppressor

Verse I
the war on terror is funded by an era of cocaine sharers/
heroin-sealed pressurised containers/ paying for their errors, retainers of
trucks are badge wearers/
realize they mourn those who died for the rights of the chosen white/
crack on civil liberties fights those who survived/
crash of the mummified, they were buried alive/
beneath the two tits that the corporate tyrants nurse from/
the power of a gun, this time the big one/
calibre 747: remember september the eleventh, so-called promise of heaven/
sever heads and endeavor to go out dead-slow like Doe, real name Kevin/
WTC, the RWB colored green by its greed/
red, white & blue you fucked too long with me/
im the world and im coming back for mine/
thinking that you're fine well you've terrorized/
genocide, stuck inside my mind, forced to commit suicide/
multiply, colonized and you think that we'll divide/
dialectical materialism, we analyze/
America i charge you with perjury and lies/
rip through your aorta with the strength of my canines/
my kind illuminated by moonshine and still i rise/
watching crimes committed by those beyond fines, tariffs and jail time/
bound together in misery, I realized you traded my history in exchange for industry/

oh my, well fuck your statue of liberty, you stole my eyes/
bold, left me blind, drunk with liquid gold, sold slaves for dimes/
tied together by your crimes, americanize: can you hear the mothers cry?/

Verse II
trapped in cell, with no choice but to rebel/
tell me about black panthers, why they outshine and define hell/
as an american paradise built by slaves, and it swells/
remember Huey, yo, he spoke well/

articulate and elaborate took stabs at it, cuz when your black and under attack, you cant grab at it/
mad at it cuz his ancestors weren't rich and talking shit/
while the field niggas dug another ditch/
snitch on escapees cause he considered them his bitch/
wish you were like him: a big-time pimp/
crabs in a barrel pulling eachother down/
running around town crackers wearing sheets looking like clowns/
lynchmobs that surround houses every night before sundown/
sacrifice your life to save your kids and wife/
you're stuck in loc-down,

Verse III
they've thrown out the key/
now never see your spouse cause no such thing as basic human needs/
talking about justice, those are just pipe-dreams/
armed revolution, the only way to survive calamity/
swarm those blue uniform crackers, planting my seeds/
letting a thousand flowers bloom and admire their fertility/
viciously beaten but we're back on our feet/
deceit and treated us like a fucking leech/
america my oppressor im your greatest enemy/
waiting till the time and my trigger fingers all up on the figure, ready to release/
round after round, taking you down at the fucking knees/
dont ask for mercy, and stop saying please/
America you created me, sedated me and always hated me/
America my dealer, the fields overseer, you'll be buried underneath/

--King Timbs

Who Did It?

to all you pacifists/
and "human rights" activists/
you can't reach this reckless renegade/
who recently became part of the Maoist brigade/
overstress gandhi as the best/
you're fresh flesh for the wolves that cover their chests with slugproof vests/
dont be an apologist dead and end up dead/
don't be fooled by me/
you can't keep me cool/
PCP march in Peru against the imperialists/
Knee-grow's still think Kennedy is a true hero/
they got Huey, Gonzalo and Mao/
now we counting backwards to zero/
mob in cahoots with the bureau like Deniro,/
we dont fear though,/
cause the movement whirlwinds/
until the whole world wins/
nine parts maoist and one part bourgeisie white pigs/
politicians and rich kids, /
hijack mainstream off the tracklist, /
and turn it into this, /
pass our Notes and sleep on the spliffs, /
because they love undisciplined kids/
an act of love from one to another/
brothers are down for this motherfucker/
centralism is our mission but their prisons try submission/
against our opposition to their system,/
people keep missing the point/
random chance like flipping coins/
if you're black forget that/
go back home/
mighty whitey teaches to oppress your own/
IOU means I own you/
loans paid back means you selling bones in drug zones/
so they chrome you/
shank you up in handcuffs and say they hold you/
when they really sold you captive for the crimes you didn't/
accused that you committed/
never admitted but the privateers got you outbidded/
on your roll to death row they keep you lidded/
way it is we keep them outwitted/
flicking the light switches as i hit it/
pitch black now we finally did it/

--King Timbs