Prophets of Rage

[Intro + scratching]

You're quite hostile

I got a right to be hostile, man, my people are being persecuted!

"Chuck, Chuck, Chuck, run, run, run a power move on them"

[Verse 1: Chuck D]

With vice, I hold the mic device

With force, I keep it away of course

And I'm keeping you from sleeping

And on a stage, I rage, and I'm rollin'

And to the poor, I pour in on in metaphors

I'm not bluffing, it's nothing 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)

[Ad-lib 1: Flavor Flav]

Yo, Griff, you and S1W's get to the East side

We gotta kick it to the East side, G!

[Verse 2]

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'

I wiggle round and round, I pump, you jump up

Hear my words, my verbs and get (Juiced up, juiced up!)

I been around a while, you can't describe my sound

Clear the way for the prophets of rage

(Power of the people, say)

[Ad-lib 2: Flavor Flav]

Ay yo Griff, we gotta get to my man Ralph in the South

Let's kick it to the South side, G!

[Verse 3: Chuck D]

I rang ya bell, can you tell I got feeling?

A just peace, at least, 'cause I want it

I want it so bad that I'm starving

I'm like Garvey, so can you 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 my chromosome

And then you check the stage, I declare it a new age

Get down for the prophets of rage

(Can you kick it like this?)

[Segue 1]

"Okay, okay, come on" (Ugh!)

"Okay, okay, come on" (Ugh!)

"Okay, okay, come on" (Get down!) (Ugh!)

"Okay, okay, come on" (Yo, kick it, Chuck!) (Ugh!)

Come on!

[Scratching 1]

"Get-get-get a little stupid! (How-how-how stupid?)

Get a little stup-get-get a little stupid! (Aw, yeah!)

Get a little-get a little-get a little stupid!

Stup-stup-stup-stup-stup-stup-stupid!

Get-get-get-get a little stupid! (Come on, now!)

Get-get-get-get a little stupid! (Ha!)

Get a little-get a little-get a little stupid! (Come on!)

Get a little-get a little-get a little-get a little stupid!"

[Ad-lib 2: Flavor Flav]

Ay yo, kick it for the West side!

[Verse 4: Chuck D]

You back the track, you find we're the quotable

You emulate -- brothers, sisters, that's 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, God made it affordable

I say it, you play it back in your car, even portable

(Stereo, stereo) Describes my scenario

Left or right, Black or White

Attack lies in the books that you're readin'

It's knowledge of yourself that you're needin'

I'm like Vesey 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)

[Segue 2]

"Okay, okay, come on" (Ugh!)

"Okay, okay, come on" (Ugh!) (Yo! Yo, man!)

"Okay, okay, come on" (Yo, G!) (Ugh!)

"Okay, okay, come on" (Ay yo! Yo, G!)

(Yo, kick it! Chuck, man!) (Ugh!)

Come on!

[Scratching 2]

"Get-get-get a little stupid! (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)

Get a little stup-get-get a little stupid! (Come on, now!)

Get a little-get a little-get a little stupid! (Just shake it!)

Stup-stup-stup-stup-stup-stup-stupid! (Shake it, shake it! Come on, y'all!)

Get-get-get-get a little stupid! (Ha!)

Get-get-get-get a little stupid! (Yeah! Come on, come on!)

Get a little-get a little-get a little stupid! (Shake -- come on!)

Get a little-get a little-get a little-get a little stupid!"

[Ad-lib 3: Flavor Flav]

Yo, yo! North side, North side, G!

[Verse 5: Chuck D]

It's raw and keeping you on the floor

Its soul and keeping you in control

It's part two 'cause I'm pumping what you're used to

Till the whole Juice Crew gets me in my goose down

I do the rebel yell (And I'm a Duracell!)

I call it plain insane, brothers causing me pain

When a brother's a victim

And the seller's a dweller in a cage

(Yo, rock the acapella, G)

(Power of the people, say)

[Outro]

"You're quite hostile"