Bob Ludwig - Bulls on Parade lyrics

[Zack de la Rocha] COME WIT IT NOW! COME WIT IT NOW! [Verse One] The microphone explodes, shatterin the molds Either droppin hits like De La O or get the f** off the commode With the sure shot, sure to make the bodies drop Drop and don't copy yo, don't call this a co-opt Terror rains drenchin, quenchin the thirst Of the power dons - that five sided Fist-agon The rotten sore on the face of Mother Earth gets bigger The triggers cold empty your purse [Hook] Rally round the family! - With a pocket full of shells They rally round the family! - With a pocket full of shells They rally round the family! - With a pocket full of shells They rally round the family! - With a pocket full of shells [Verse Two] Weapons, not food, not homes, not shoes Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal I, walk from corner to the rubble, that used to be a library Line up to the mind cemetery now! What we don't know keeps the contracts alive and movin They don't gotta burn the books, they just remove 'em While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells Rally round the family! - Pockets full of shells [Hook] Rally round the family! - With a pocket full of shells They rally round the family! - With a pocket full of shells They rally round the family! - With a pocket full of shells They rally round the family! - With a pocket full of shells Bulls on parade! Uh... [Guitar Solo] [Outro] COME WIT IT NOW! COME WIT IT NOW! BULLS ON PARADE!!! BULLS ON PARADE!!! BULLS ON PARADE!!! BULLS ON PARADE!!! BULLS ON PARADE!!!