Guante & Big Cats - Until There's Nothing Left lyrics

[Verse 1: Toki Wright] Ungodly wars caught in the name Blood stains upon the text Dried on the page as it clung to a mothers chest You got the nerve to criticize drive-bys at schools When heatseakers reach teachers red white and blue Red white and blues never on the nightly news k**ed more kids than sh**, nike shoes So i fight the rules kinda like Tyson do Yeah it might be rude but it's likely true From the A-Bomb, the napalm, the scud missiles From heros to h**ne pins with d** in you Or a face gets replaced by a molded ma** A soldier standing on the stoop with a folded flag I ask where the billions went And if this war on terrorism still legit Or it never was tell the gov' tell the fuzz We the threat yes you scared of us [Hook: Guante] …there are stars in your stomach …a supernova beatin' in ya chest …lightning between ya fingertips …fire burnin' in ya breath …there are stars in your stomach …a supernova beatin' in ya chest …lightning between ya fingertips Let it out until there's nothin' left! [Verse 2: Cresent Moon] Believe nothing sound truer than the livest It's repeated, feed it to the ma**es Eat it up and teach it in your cla**es But at least you preaching what you practice Aggressively pa**ive culture for the placid About to get drastic, road block, rush hour traffic So we can't roll up and roll past it Newsflashes handed down like Moses' stone tablets No questions or you're outcasted I'm looking for hope here inside the don Seeing all kinds of wrong, got damn, the line is long The hell am I doing trying to write a song? Maybe I should ride along with them and keep the blinders on But f** that, if not for me then for my daughter For the trail of tears that let me to my ancestor's slaughter So when the Levi's's break you'll see me wading in the water At least they gonna bury me with honor [Hook] [Verse 3: Guante] Shout to Howard Zinn Have you ever seen the world through a bomb sight? Have you ever prayed through a darkness beyond night? The song might be a bunker buster Daisy cutter thermobaric American crazy proletarian ay But when you boil in the belly of the beast it's scary So hack out by any means necessary They're gonna call it terrorism either way So you can head for the clear, or give ‘em something to fear C'mon… and I ain't talkin' ‘bout bombs I ain't talkin' ‘bout Bibles, Torahs or Qurans I'm talkin' ‘bout the god that lives in your feet when you're walking The god that lives on your lips while you're talking The god that lives in your fist when you fight for Something worth fightin' for, this whole life is war And the first step to victory Like Toki Wright said: know the history An injury to one is an injury to all, understand me They step up to your cousin, you run and go get your family So when they step to you on some real sh** You got the whole city risin' up, climbin' up that double helix Your job is to protect your family And your family is everyone Power to the people, give it a chance ‘cause it'll work, it's the only thing that ever has