@migu music@

With vice I hold the mike device

With force I keep it away of course

And Im keepin you from sleepin

And on stage I rage

And Im rollin

To the poor I pour in on in metaphors

Not bluffin its nothin

That we aint 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

Im not ballin Im just callin

But Im past the days of yes yallin

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 Im starvin

Im like garvey

So you can see b

Its like that Im like nat

Leave me the hell alone

If you dont think Im 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 were the quotable

You emulate

Brothers sisters thats 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

Im considered the man

Im 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 youre readin

Its knowledge of yourself

That youre needin

Like vescey or prosser

We have a reason why

To debate the hate

Thats why were 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）

Its raw and keepin you on the floor

Its soul and keepin you in control

Its pt 2 cause im

Pumpin what youre used to

Until the whole juice crew

Gets me in my goose down

I do the rebel yell

And Im 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 a capella

（power of the people say）