Bambú - Chairman Mao lyrics

[Verse One] I study Mao Tse-tung's tongue, the young gun Lock, load, and bust one Champion with it like brraammp pomp pomp pomp Lebanon guerrillas that'll egg 'em from ten yards With little pebbles, I call it strength in arms When it's broadcast on broadband, they savages like Tarzan They never get the background story they'd rather jam Your frequency with trickery and headline news It's nothing new And if it's only half the truth it ain't true Living proof that guerrillas in the Philippine jungle Won't stop, won't quit till the babies don't struggle I rumble with colonization's effects on my people, homes The buck stops here with a buck to your ear The current affairs that wear my fellow organizers out Same machine that be wiping my fellow activists out From the comfort of a couch we make critiques of the world While little girls in the mountains let the slug shots hurl [Hook] {x2} (Is you ready?) All day dawg, whatever you say dawg Megaphones up, bandannas across the face dawg (They ain't ready) Always dawg, whatever you say dawg Rifle to the sky, bandanna across the face dawg [Verse Two] I learned the speeches and teachings of Malcolm X Nooses around our neck Made Malcolm drop the "Little" and capitalize the "X" Tiananmen Square drums, make the big go dumb Compel sisters in the mountains back home to grab guns My lungs pump Los Angeles smog, strong to handle my M-1, like guerrilla villagers in the Viet Cong Ho Chi Minh Trail, your home girl's favorite I'm the maker of the music for the bus boy and the waitress Every blue collar hero, peace to Blue Scholar Geo' Ayo Saba, did you hear about the talks in the White House? Iran is now a new threat, I told you, you were up next American rampage till there ain't a Middle East left Up jump the boogie, put a bullet inside And let the guerrillas and government collide in a fight To make the poverty disseminate, bullets fire hella straight Showdown in Chinatown and downtown L.A [Hook] [Verse Three] I regurg' the words of Joma over and over For every soldier with a gun run slung Over his left and right shoulder Katipunan triple K slang (Native Guns all day mayne) Make change whether school books or the bang bang Gang bang, gather up the troops all on the block Put bullet holes in the White House and connect the dots We don't need those cops We need the hood on lock We need the murders of our people by our people to stop We need our money to recycle, keep the neighborhood rich We need to monitor the educationing of our kids We need the money to be evenly distributed out We need Ann Coulter to shut her motherf**ing mouth Zapatista guerilla as soon as the beat played My rifle is a little scrappy it's my A-K-K-K-K Indigenous spear chucking on mine Must be X these white boys out like Kevin Federline Hey {x16}