Dilated Peoples, Capleton - Firepower (The Tables Have to Turn) lyrics

King Shango and Rakaa get it hotta
Get in tacka, now the whole place locka

Fireman says burn dem, burn dem
Burn dem, mercury burn dem, burn dem
Killing all the daughters and dem sons dem
Burn dem blaze up the fire, make it burn dem
Burn out all dem bombs and dem
Bullets and dem gun dem

The fire starts with a spark
Then a shift up in the mind
People scared to see themselves
Seem happy to live a lie
Give thanks for Cali weed
Never-ever sniff a line conquering Lion
Two hundred twenty-fifth in line
If we say we pro-war
Only in the fight for peace
Man that means there's no war
Think the price of life is cheap
But we saying "no war"
Righteous recognize the Beast
Fireman'll baptized
Burn 'em in the light and heat
Forward to the power in the
Phrase like "acts of God"
Prophet said he saw the wind
Blow that attacked his heart
And he saw the flood waters rise
And the flow was hard
I was really shocked to see the
Truth was exposed as hard
While the media was focused on
The words by Kanye what was it I just heard
The President's mom say?
People here are frustrated
Still got a long way
Fed up but remember self-destruction
Is the wrong way

Keep it pon lock if you're gonna use one
(remember that)
Strictly self-defense or for revolution
(remember that) they think I'm crazy
But the tables have to turn
They think I'm crazy
But the fires have to burn
They think I'm crazy
But the children have to learn
They think I'm crazy, wha-whoa

It's Dilated with the Prophet
Capleton the Fireman
Visions of the future's clear
Reign of fire in his hand
Crown Prince Rakaa preacher's son
With a higher plan
Coconut and carrot chalice looking
For the Kaya man babylon is vexed with us
They should read Exodus
Moses and the burning bush
Incense in Leviticus lamb's bread sacrament
Check out First Corinthians
Shipped off to America
All through the Caribbean
No it's not an accident
Gang banging and the dope
Guns and crack are lynching youth
Swinging from a hanger's rope
Addicts wanna shoot up, pop pills
Wanna drink and toke
Automatic, spit hot you can
Still see the smoke

Well being man we have to make a decision
Can't let them distract me
From Jah Jah mission
Dem worry 'bout my sight and
Ask 'bout me vision dem want to know certain
Things it derives from
From the injustice and de manipulation
Death without dignity and exploitation
So me go
Go ask di wicked man where de dead pan
Why dem have to build so much evilous weapon