DILATED PEOPLES - Firepower (The Tables Have To Turn) lyrics

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King Shango and Rakaa get it hotta

Get in tacka, now the whole place locka

Fireman says burn dem, burn dem, burn dem, mercury burn dem, burn dem

Killing all the daughters and dem sons dem, burn dem

Blaze up the fire, make it burn dem

Burn out all dem bombs and dem bullets and dem gun dem

The fire starts with a spark, then a shift up in the mind

People scared to see themselves, seem happy to live a lie

Give thanks for Collie weed, never-ever sniff a line

Conquering Lion, two hundred twenty-fifth in line

If we say we pro-war, only in the fight for peace

Man that means there's no war, think the price of life is cheap

But we saying "no war", righteous recognize the Beast

Fireman'll baptized, burn 'em in the light and heat

Forward to the power in the phrase like "acts of God"

Prophets said he saw the wiz blow that attacked his heart

And he saw the flood waters rise, and the flow was hard

I was really shocked to see the truth was exposed as hard

While the media was focused on the words by Kanye

What was it I just heard the President's mom say?

People here are frustrated, still got a long way

Fed up but remember self-destruction is the wrong way

Keep it pon lock if you're gonna use one (remember that)

Strictly self-defense or for revolution (remember that)

They think I'm crazy, but the tables have to turn

They think I'm crazy, but the fires have to burn

They think I'm crazy, but the children have to learn

They think I'm crazy, wha-whoa

It's Dilated with the Prophet, Capleton the Fireman

Visions of the future's clear, reign of fire in his hand

Crown Prince Rakaa preacher's son with a higher plan

Coconut and carrot chalice looking for the Kaya man

Babylon is vexed with us, they should read Exodus

Moses and the burning bush, incense in Leviticus

Lamb's bread sacrament, check out First Corinthians

Shipped off to America, all through the Caribbean

No it's not an accident, game-banging anecdote

Guns that crack addict's use, swinging from a hanger's rope

Addicts wanna shoot up, pop pills, wanna drink and toke

Automatic, spit hot you can still see the smoke

Well being man we have to make a decision

Can't let them distract me from Jah Jah mission

Dem worry 'bout my sight and ask 'bout me vision

Dem want to know certain things it derives from

From the injustice and de manipulation

Death without dignity and exploitation

So me go, go ask di wicked man where de dead pan

Why dem have to build so much evilous weapon