With vice I hold the mike device
With force I keep it away of course
And I´m keepin´ you from sleepin´
And on stage I rage
And I´m rollin´
To the poor I pour in on in metaphors
Not bluffin´, it´s nothin´
That we ain´t did before
We played you stayed
The points made
You consider it done
By the prophets of rage
(power of the people say)

I roll with the punches so I survive
Try to rock ´cause it keeps the crowd alive
I´m not ballin´, I´m just callin´
But I´m past the days of yes y´allin´
Wa wiggle round and round
I pump, you jump up
Hear my words my verbs
And get juiced up
I been around a while
You can descibe my sound
Clear the way
For the prophets of rage
(power of the people say)

I rang ya bell
Can you tell I got feelin´
Just peace at least
Cause I want it
Want it so bad
That I´m starvin´
I´m like garvey
So you can see b
It´s like that, I´m like nat
Leave me the hell alone
If you don´t think I´m a brother
Then check the chromosomes
Then check the stage
I declare it a new age
Get down for the prophets of rage
Keep you from gettin´ like this

You back the track
You find we´re the quotable
You emulate
Brothers, sisters thats beautiful
Follow a path
Of positivity you go
Some sing it or rap it
Or harmonize it through go-go
Little you know but very
Seldom I do party jams
About a plan

I´m considered the man
I´m the recordable
But God made it affordable
I say it, you play it
Back in your car or even portable
Stereo
Describes my scenario
Left or right, black or white
They tell lies in the books
That you´re readin´
It´s knowledge of yourself
That you´re needin´
Like vescey or prosser
We have a reason why
To debate the hate
That´s why we´re born to die
Mandela, cell dweller, thatcher
You can tell her clear the way for the prophets of rage
(power of the people you say)

It´s raw and keepin´ you on the floor
Its soul and keepin´ you in control
It´s pt. 2 cause i´m
Pumpin´ what you´re used to
Until the whole juice crew
Gets me in my goose down
I do the rebel yell
And I´m the duracell
Call it plain insane
Brothers causein´ me pain
When a brothers a victim
And the sellers a dweller in a cage
Yo, run the a capella
(power of the people say)