Tell 'Em
lyrics and vocals by Emcee Lynx
instrumental by Dub Cee
Living In the Shadow
copyright emcee lynx 2005

Steppin to the stage and I’m spitting super styles
Breaking through the cage I can see for many miles
My third-eye vision is clearer then a hawks’ sight
So I see through these fools whose flows just don’t rock right
I rock mics and stages like the sun when it blazes
The worlds fucked up but I channel my rages
Focused, flippin pages, building up my knowledge
Learnin in the library ya’ll, fuck college
Movin like a monster, crawlin out the closet
My bank accounts empty, with nothing to deposit
And if I had jewels they’d be at the pawn shop,
But I still move the crowd and keep the mic locked
supa tight in my fist, reaching for the sky
Ill just like Icarus, learnin how to fly
Jumpin off a cliff, ya’ll screamin do or die
And let the wind lift me straight into the sky

I gotta tell ‘em
What the fuck is really happenin
tell ‘em!
Wake on up an, stop nappin
Tell ‘em!
It’s bigger then cars and flashy fashion
Tell ‘em!
It’s time to get some shit crackin
Tell ‘em!
There’s some foul shit happenin
Tell ‘em!
can’t afford to keep nappin
Tell em!
Fuck ya sweatshop fashions
Tell ‘em
It’s time to get some shit crackin!

Fuck a bird or a plane, I ain’t no superhero
I’m merely a musician makin’ Rome burn like Nero
I fear no man, nobody else can
Hold me back when I decide to take a stand
Bullheaded like a Taurus cuz the path I see before us
littered with the remnants of a thousand heroes corpses
building up my forces, planning my attack
They’ve stolen the whole world and it’s time to take it back
That’s a cold hard fact ya’ll, america is wacked ya’ll
And Uncle Sam is trying to keep us trapped ya’ll
I got love for my people, and rage for our enemies:
The schools that brainwash us, to steal our identities
The corporate media, megaplex monopolies
Manipulatin minds to colonize communities
What we need is unity, our power is in numbers
when we speak together, it resonates like thunder

I write revolutionary rhymes for a reason
Rejecting written rules which accuse me of treason
I write for my people, still denied human rights
And to destroy a system that claims that since I’m white
I should abandon my history, my culture and struggle
So when I’m on the stage I bring nothing but trouble
I’m the son of rebellion, born from a flame
doesn’t really matter whether ya’ll know my name
I’m not in it for the money, the women or the fame
I’m fightin for my freedom so I’ll never be tamed
The game is corrupted by money and power
My words grow like weeds, bloom like wildflowers
I’m the son of William Wallace, Michael Collins, Wolfe Tone
Stranded in America, but tryna get home
stranger in a strange land, though I’ve lived here all my life
Holdin tight to my dreams through the pain and the strife