Food For The Masses Lyrics - Singles - Spearhead

I love family 

'Cause family brings inspirations 

One love to you and peace to all the nations 

Aztlan the Puerto Rican and Jamaican 

The African the Maori, Kouri and the Haitian 

On the chocolate reservation 

I'll take a hit and then pass the information 

To the left hand side and 

Keep providin', pride and 

Sustenance and guidance 

Mass Hysteria fools breaking down the barrier 

Militant cliques big up the area 

Put your fist in the air now 

Show me that cha care now 

And that cha really know how 

Don't get thee behind me Satan 

I'll keep thee in front so I can kick thee in the ass and 

Assassinate all your wicked inventions 

Your new world order and your global intentions 

Not to mention the department of corrections 

Makin' money off of people in detention 

Doin' time for possessions 

Countin' the days in the dark they buildin' up aggressions 

Progressions all the dirty lessons 

In the belly of the beast only God hears confessions 

Geronimo Pratt's still sittin' in the cellar 

Done as many years as they did Mandela 

Parole board wanted to know are you remorseful 

How could I be because I didn't do the crime yo 

Y'alls the Motha fucka's that's guilty 

Lockin' me in solitary eight years of filthy 

Kill the messenger, you can't kill the message 

Yo I'm bringin' food for the masses 

For the Masses for the masses 

Mental food food for the masses 

For the masses for the masses for the true for the true 

For the Masses for the masses 

Mental food, food for the masses 

For the masses for the masses for the true for the true 

So let's eat have a seat 

Call the Maitre D' 

Commencin' with the rythm 

I get open on the beat 

Let 'em say what they say about the way that we be 

It's the year two triple O 

They can't stop we 

Aw'ight, so let's see how the book unfolds 

I write 'cause half the story has never been told so 

No one can stop it the whole world's droppin' out the socket 

Blowin' up, like NASA when I rock it 

The high tech ways of the civilized man 

Can't stand my people but ya love the sun tan 

Fly the space shuttle like dancer and prancer 

You nuke the north pole now you got skin cancer 

The answer you see I'm fly like Lufthansa 

You can Value it but you takin' big chances 

On crashes. Change your name like Cassius 

The classes be making food for the masses 

Then shift to a speed that's common for the listeners 

MC's and wanna be street politicians 

In competition with the envious visions 

They chasin' paper dollars to a pop chart prison 

But listen this isn't me against you 

'Cause the whole world's checking out the things that we do 

Ya sold your soul to the Saint Ide's brew 

That's aw'ight I like the Sprite in you 

For the Masses for the masses 

Mental food food for the masses 

For the masses for the masses for the true for the true 

For the Masses for the masses 

Mental food, food for the masses 

For the masses for the masses for the true for the true