All the way from UK without an ID number
To flip syntax with the impact of a funk drummer
Spin back the revolution
I hunt the hunter
From the slums of London
To where winter becomes summer
An old liberator is neo-nazi
I am not too happy
To watch Mugabe
Drainin' the coins in the peoples pockets
Breakin' the pavement for a poxy prophet
The stink's so heavy in the heart of where the bosses rot
And it spreads over the globe and the world watches
Democratic murder
Bullets pepper ballot boxes
Single party politics
Are filing off his blocks
It's reminiscent of the television horror
The demolition of a country for a quick dollar
Politician men are sipping from the city's coffers
No amount of rhetoric can hide their dishonor
But this globe trotter's not afraid
To blow the xenophobe off it's
Office with a phrase
So call me the prose bomber
The grenade pin puller
Show stopper
Got to chase the co*k away
Raise your flame
Stake your claim
Say your name out
Louder!
Louder!
Louder!
Louder!
If you're in the crowd
Stick your fists out
Get Loud
Louder!
Louder!
Louder!
Louder!
I've got these southern neighbors who've been causing problems lately
They got people locked in cages on their property
It's crazy
Guantanamo Bay is basically a concentration camp
Where the inmates are trapped in cages by the patriot act
They're trying to get some information fast but it's unreliable
And where the hell did a man's right to trial go?
There's no defenses when your file is closed behind those green fences
And there's no reason to even mention the Geneva Convention
'Cause your special cla**ification doesn't seem to be listed as a need of protection
So they can keep you in prison
With chains on your feet
And squeeze you into a fetal position
Until they're finished with their whole
Middle Eastern freedom mission
If this doesn't breach the constitution then it needs revision
But it's practically tradition
Witch hunts, Macarthyism
And abuse of power
Their lives are whispers
But they might start to listen if the truth is louder
Raise your flame
Stake your claim
Say your name out
Louder!
Louder!
Louder!
Louder!
If you're in the crowd
Stick your fists out
Get Loud
Louder!
Louder!
Louder!
Louder!
How about this then Mr. President?
The bubble that you're livin' in is about to blow like glycerin
And you tried to tie my hands
But I unfettered them
Blow the light
Hook the lineup
I'm layin' down the evidence
Yeah it's Mud Sun lyrical Gad Flies two voices of dissent
Exposing mad lies left and right unmasking poisonous men
We live in a gap full of landmines where most political stories are spinned
But the louder we speak truth to power the sooner this bullsh** is going to end
Raise your flame
Stake your claim
Say your name out
Louder!
Louder!
Louder!
Louder!
If you're in the crowd
Stick your fists out
Get Loud
Louder!
Louder!
Louder!
Louder!