Sabac, Goretex, ILL BILL, Mr Hyde, Necro - P.O.W.'s lyrics

Super-civil arrest blast your
Teflon vest bastards
Hyde distress terrorists, the
Methodists of death, bitch!
Incorrect politically
Linguistically I'm lethal
Yo check my history it ain't
No mystery to people
The Governor of Brit will have
Your mother sucking dick
Fuckin' rubbin' on her clit until
She's bludgeoned by a brick
Yo to hell with secret service men
My burners stay disturbing them
They turned into my servants when my
Urchins said to murder them
All anarchists are loving it while
Stubborn Feds are bugging it
Your government's discovered cut to
Pieces in my cupboard, kid
I'll tarnish you with carnage now
Your sergeant's paying homage
Got Bin Laden and Saddam wrapped
In bondage in the garbage my knife's out
So stand back the White house is ransacked
To strife out the Anthrax choked
Life out your grandpaps
The torture is immense
Got you crawling out your vents
The gore that Hyde that invents
Put dents in your defense

I'm like Malcolm when he came back
From Mecca: Not a racist!
But when they come to kill me at my speech
I'll shoot 'em in they're faces!
I lived a life of aggravation
Contempt in laceration
So I'm exempt from assassination attempts
Attack you like airborne pilots
Beat you like General Cornwallis
You cornballs are minimal adjust
Your eyelids private ending your squadron
Run up on you like Benjamin Martin
With the Indian axe
Peeling your skin back for starting
I'll start a revolution with
This rugged rhyme
But fuck your Source cover I want my
Face on the cover of Time!
You Benedict Arnold's will be
Smoking crack like bridges
We're burning bridges so you can't cross 'em
'cause our militia's vicious
The thirteen colonies bring it to you
Get on the horse
We'll be ripping your chest 'til they're
Stitching your flesh like Betsy Ross
Images of onslaught, cadavers and bleeding
I'd give a shout out to the soldiers
That fought so I could have freedom!

After war, on the return trip
Burning my psyche
Extracting the passion from the
Paws of Christ, it's pricey
Nuclear frost, California first to break off
Space cowboys, 30 CC's ready for take off
Lieutenant's tank holding my rank
We climb skyports
Islamic amputees disguised as cyborgs
I was born to die the first martyr
Torn from a place with burnt
Buildings and no father
Raise the etiquette of warface
Torture's to make
War to Kuwait grenades tossed I through the
Corpse in the lake it's more cake
Revolution 9, New York quake
State of emergency
Bridges and tunnels this underworld
Is a murder spree
Fucking with G, World Trade in the cloud
Terror Network
I'm still smelling people downtown
Wipe some tear gas, the Yin and the Yang
Dead in the fear 10 to 15
They watch the dent in Heaven appear

They held me captive
I was being bludgeoned and starved
Seeing stars half a day from
An introduction to God
Yo with scars on my flesh
My whole mind was destroyed
Hardest test of my life
The kind I try to avoid
I heard voices in my sleep
One night a visitor spoke
Quoting the art of war
The voice had given me hope
Broke out a sweat grab the TEC
Shot away to freedom
Hundreds die for their lives
And now I've got you beaten
I'm defeating any enemy that comes in my path
Whether political or criminal I
Let the guns blast
Coming mass like Marcos and
Brooklyn's my Chiapas
Rage a war against police they can't
Look me in the optics
Sabac is equivalent to the
Object of militance
Consider this your option with
The lives of ambivalence
I'm committed and diligent
Equipped with the killer shit
The oppressor's nightmare
If I talk it I'm living it

Arrived in Auschwitz I was tattooed
With numbers for labor kids, babies
And mothers were sent directly
To gas chambers
Stepping outta freight cars sorted
By age and profession
And whether or not you capable
Of working the slave labor
Children and elderly people were the
First to be taken
To shower rooms and exterminated
And burnt to cremation
The rest of us kept behind an electric fence
Shaved heads
Starving and working to death and
Perished by day's end
Truthfully, we were the lucky ones
The fortunate
I remember stories of the ways that
Doctor Mengele used to torture men
Children and pregnant women
Unspeakable horrors
6 million martyrs from your
Sheet of the surgery, with no anesthesia
I'm a prisoner of war or religion
A prisoner of Nazi Germany
I'm caught in the system
With dreams of torturing Hitler with
Blow torches and pistols
For every Jew that died, I survived
My story continues!