Prophets Of Rage Lyrics - It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back - Public Enemy

With vice I hold the mike device 

With force I keep it away of course 

And I'm keepin' you from sleepin' 

And on stage I rage 

And I'm rollin' 

To the poor I pour in on in metaphors 

Not bluffin', it's nothin' 

That we ain't did before 

We played you stayed 

The points made 

You consider it done 

By the prophets of rage 

(Power of the people say) 

I roll with the punches so I survive 

Try to rock 'cause it keeps the crowd alive 

I'm not ballin', I'm just callin' 

But I'm past the days of yes y'allin' 

Wa wiggle round and round 

I pump, you jump up 

Hear my words my verbs 

And get juiced up 

I been around a while 

You can descibe my sound 

Clear the way 

For the prophets of rage 

(Power of the people say) 

I rang ya bell 

Can you tell I got feelin' 

Just peace at least 

Cause I want it 

Want it so bad 

That I'm starvin' 

I'm like Garvey 

So you can see be 

It's like that, I'm like Nat 

Leave me the hell alone 

If you don't think I'm a brother 

Then check the chromosomes 

Then check the stage 

I declare it a new age 

Get down for the prophets of rage 

Keep you from gettin' like this 

You back the track 

You find we're the quotable 

You emulate 

Brothers, sisters that's beautiful 

Follow a path 

Of positivity you go 

Some sing it or rap it 

Or harmonize it through Go-Go 

Little you know but very 

Seldom I do party jams 

About a plan 

I'm considered the man 

I'm the recordable 

But God made it affordable 

I say it, you play it 

Back in your car or even portable 

Stereo 

Describes my scenario 

Left or right, Black or White 

They tell lies in the books 

That you're readin' 

It's knowledge of yourself 

That you're needin' 

Like Vescey or Prosser 

We have a reason why 

To debate the hate 

That's why we're born to die 

Mandela, cell dweller, Thatcher 

You can tell her clear the way for the prophets of rage 

(Power of the people you say) 

It's raw and keepin' you on the floor 

Its soul and keepin' you in control 

It's pt. 2 'cause I'm 

Pumpin' what you're used to 

Until the whole juice crew 

Gets me in my goose down 

I do the rebel yell 

And I'm the duracell 

Call it plain insane 

Brothers causein' me pain 

When a brothers a victim 

And the sellers a dweller in a cage 

Yo, run the accapella 

(Power of the people say)