Track byTorae
[Chorus] We are renegades. This means W.A.R. 16s bust to break unjust laws Overthrow regimes in the name of the cause Renegades, never slaves, this means war 100% uncut raw Fuck limited freedom, nigga we want more The machine is corrupted down to the core Rebel army, muthafucka! This means war I got a middle finger for mass media mute the news 'Cause when the gun draws received a million views Which gives me the right to break the rules Say fuck the radio if the people can't pick and choose While BET gets screwed by Viacom The new revolutionary is shyaman It's not brush fire rap, it's five alarm Motivational music after I am gone My inner visions, mysticism call me Mr. Wisdom They wanna turn the globe into a prison And being sick is better than being dead 'Cause when you sick and in bed, you're indebted to meds Cloned chickens walking around without heads The food is contaminated, the water got lead in it Population control, make the babies sick All these 5G chips, are you for 86? This is a war against consciousness Controlling your soul, sort of a psychological dictatorship And we are on the front lines Guilty as charged if intellect is a crime [Chorus] Alhamdulillah's a spiritual calling My alternate and we are still mourning It's not a documentary about global warming This is lunar explosions of global warning So when the moon leaves you can't tell night from morning Cities submerged underwater post New Orleans It's not your average rap recording this is insane lieutenants taking aim at Mormons While the American dream remains dead and dormant My stimuli's supplied by my endorphins The mind's eye greater than pi and broadband I break on through to the other side without doormen It's not The Doors, man I am equipped with a better memory chip than dolphins With more keys to open more doors than four foremen To executive's rooms where they walking on all fours man Canines standing upright amongst you Hated by swine, spreading the H1N1 flu On some rabies shit, are you for 86? Population control, make the babies sick This is a war against consciousness Controlling your soul, sort of a psychological dictatorship And I am on the front lines Guilty as charged if intellect is a crime [Chorus]