Calm Like a Bomb - Live at the Grand Olympic Auditorium, Los Angeles, CA - September 2000

Feel the funk blast
Feel the funk blast
Feel the funk blast
Feel the funk blast
Feel the funk blast
Yo, yo, yo, check this shit out

I be walkin' god like a dog
My narrative fearless
Word war returns to burn
Like Baldwin home from Paris
Steel from a furnace
I was born landless
This is the native son
Born of Zapata's guns

Stroll through the shanties
And the city's remains
Same bodies buried hungry
But with different last names
These vultures rob everything
They leave nothing but chains
Pick a point on the globe
The picture's the same

The bank, there's a church
A myth and a hearse
A mall and a loan
A child dead at birth
A widow pig parrot
A rebel to tame
A whitehooded judge
A syringe and a vein

Put a riot to the rhyme of the unheard
What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?
What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?
What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?
What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?

I'm calm like a bomb
I'm calm like a bomb

This ain't subliminal
Feel the critical mass approach horizon
The pulse of the condemned
Sound off America's demise
The anti-myth rhythm rock shocker
Yes I spit fire

Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires
Through, through the shanties and the city's remains
Same bodies buried hungry
Different last names
These vultures rob everything
Leave nothing but chains

Pick a point here at home
Your picture's the same
A field full of slaves
Corn and some debt
A ditch full of bodies
The check for the rent
There's a tap, the phone, the silence of stone
The numb black screen
That be feelin' like home

And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard
What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?
What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?
What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?
What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?

Calm like a bomb
I'm calm like a bomb
I'm calm like a bomb
I'm calm like a bomb
Calm like a bomb

Calm like a bomb
I'm calm like a bomb
I'm calm like a bomb
I'm calm like a bomb

'Cause there's a mass without roofs
A prison to fill
A country's soul that reads: "Post no bills"
A strike and a line of cops outside of the mill
There's a right to obey
And a right to kill

A mass without roofs
A prison to fill
A country's soul that reads: "Post no bills"
A strike and a line of cops outside of the mill
There's a right to obey
And a right to kill