SABAC - P.O.W.'s lyrics

rate me

(feat. Goretex, Ill Bill, Mr. Hyde, Necro)

[Mr. Hyde]

Super-civil arrest blast your teflon vest bastards

Hyde distress terrorists, the methodists of death bitch

Incorrect politicly linguisticly I'm lethal

Yo check my history it ain't no mystery to people

The Governer of Brit will have your mother sucking dick

Fuckin rubbin on her clit until she's bludgeoned by a brick

Yo to hell with secret-service men my burners stay disturbing them

They turned into my servants when my urchins said to murder them

All anarchists are lovin it while stubborn Feds are buggin it

Your governments discorvered cut to pieces in my coven kid

I'll tarnish you with carnage now your seargant's paying homage

Got Bin Laden and Saddam wrapped in bondage in the garbage

My knife's out, so stand back the White house is ran sacked

Despite how the Anthrax choked life out your grand papps

Torture is imense torture crawlin out your vents

The gore Hyde that invents put dents in your defense

[Necro]

I'm like Malcom when he came back from Mecca--not a racist

But when they come to kill me at my speech I'll shoot 'em in they faces

I lived a life of aggrevation, contemped in laceration

So I'm exempt from assassination attempts

Attack you like airborne pilots, beat you like General Cornwallace

You cornballs are minimal adjust your eyelids private

Ending your squadron, run up on you like Benjamin Martin

With the Inidan Axe peelin your skin back for startin

I'll start a revolution with this rugged rhyme

But fuck your Source cover I want my face on the cover of Time

You Benedict Arnold's will be smokin crack like bridges

We're burning bridges So you can't cross 'em cause our militia's vicious

The 13 colonies bring it to you, get on the horse

We'll be ripping your chest while they're stitching your flesh like Betsy Ross

Images of onslaught cadavers and bleeding

I'd give a shout out to the soldiers that fought so I could have freedom

[Goretex]

After war, on the return trip, burning my psyche

Extractin the passion from the paws of Christ it's pricey

Nuclear frost California first to break off

Space cowboys 30 cc's ready for take off

Lieutenants tank holdin my rank we climb sky ports

Islamic amputees disguised as cyborgs

I was born to die the first martyr

Torn from a place with burnt buildings and no father

Raise the ediquite of warface torture to make

War to Kuwait grenades tossed I through the corpse in the lake it's more cake

Revolution 9 new york quake it's an emergency

Bridges for tunnels this underworld is a murder spree

Fuckin with G world trade in the cloud

Terror network I'm still smellin people downtown

Whipe some tear gas the ying and the yang dead in the fear

10 to 15 they watch the dent in heaven appear

[Sabac]

They held me captive I was being bludgeoned and starved

Seeing stars half a day from introduction to God

Feel the scars on my flesh my whole mind was destroyed

Hardest test of my life, the kind I try to avoid

I heard voices in my sleep one night a visitor spoke

Quoting the art of war the voice had given me hope

Broke out a sweat grab the tech, shot away to freedom

Hundreds die for their lives and now I've got you beaten

I'm defeatin any enemy that comes in my path

Wether political or criminal I let the guns blast

Coming mass like Marcos and Brooklyn's my Chiapos

Rage a war against police they can't look me in the optics

Sabac is equivelant to the object of militance

Consider this your option with the lives of imbevelence

I'm commited and deligent, equipt with the killer shit

The opressors nightmare if I talk it I'm livin it

[Ill Bill]

I robbed the Auschwitz I was tattood with numbers for labor

Kids, babies, and mothers were sent directly to gas chambers

Stepping out of freight cars sorted by age and profession

And whether or not you capable of working the slave labor

Children and elderly people were the first to be taken

To shower rooms and exterminated and burnt to creamation

The rest of us kept behind and electric fence shaved heads

Starvin and workin to death and perished by days end

Truthfully we were the lucky ones, the fortunate

I remember stories of ways the doctors mainly used to torture men

Children and pregnant women unspeakable horrors

6 million martyrs from the sheet of the surgery with no anesthesia

I'm a prisonor of war or religion

A prisonor of nazi Germany I'm caught in the system

With dreams of torturing Hitler with blow torches and pistols

For every jew that died I survived my story continues