The Nature of the Threat
Lyrics and Vocals by Emcee Lynx
Instrumental by Tim Hook

The nature of the threat that we’re facin, bracin
From the New World Order to the Order of Free Masons
It’s the force behind race, the division of class
It seven billion folks each watchin they own ass
So focused on ourselves nobody has each others backs
we get divided, conquered, guess who gets the last laugh…
built on centuries of pain and oppression
pressin down on us, until we learn our lessons
but if we knew our histories and how they intersect
it’s like the pieces of a puzzle how our struggles connect
and I reflect, on all the similarities
between the past and the present, sick of livin on my knees!
A thousand years before Columbus came
My people colonized, massacred, bound and chained
ya’ll get hung up on race and demonize on color-lines?
no doubt race is a factor, but it leaves you blind
to the reality, we’re sittin in the same boat
it’s got a big-ass leak so if you wanna stay afloat
shut the fuck up, we got to work together
and if we can’t do this shit we’re gonna sink together

it’s the fear and pain, embedded in our brains
why we're killin each other in the name of the game
it’s race and racism, class and class war
it’s the way the rich feed off the lives of the poor
it’s the death of hope, and the fear of change
feelin like a target on a firing range
why we’re fightin each other for the crumbs they drop
when if we stood up together we’d make the world stop.

round the world people dyin from this corporate cancer
Shell oil in Nigeria – machine guns and massacres
use race and religion to divide, genocide
indigenous land gets stolen worldwide
from Chiapas to Chechenya, Ireland to Tibet
we’re fightin for our lives, get offensive like Tet
I’m rollin 6 feet deep I ain’t giving up yet
‘cuz poor people everywhere know the nature of the threat
it’s the profit machine, 4 thousand years deep
in the fight for our minds, tryna herd us like sheep
I trace it back before Rome, to the first Empires
Pyramids built by slaves, there’s a raging fire
Of resistance, to this system, for instance,
We’re fighting in the streets to preserve our existence
Resistance is fertile, and we grow like weeds
And my voice is the wind, just spreadin the seeds
In the face of extinction, annihilation
organize to rise, in every nation

My family came in on the auction block
We were indentured servants, but now my people forgot
Our history, from Sweatshops to Sharecroppin
Ya’ll it’s only natural that I’d be hip hoppin
We were Bokra, broke as fuck in Oklahoma,
till my Granddaddy brought his fam to California
the only way he did that was through the Armed Forces
but we’re still white trash, and ya’ll, of course it’s
the same if your black white or brown, long as you’re broke
the American dream is just a sick sad joke
and then they wonder why it is that poor people smoke
it’s self-medication, so breathe it in and choke
on the lies and alibis of a Dream Deferred
social “service” steals your kids if your caught with the herb
while the real criminals are kickin it on Wall Street
all my people in the street ’ve got nothing to eat!
It’s the economy stupid, it's rigged against us
TV News brainwashing designed to convince us
that we need they asses -but to be real - the upper class is
Dead weight on our backs, doing they’re best to smash us
Damn right it’s like that! I take it to the attack
Bringin’ artillery to take the world back!!!