Текст песни me - define

*Feel the funk blast* [x2]

FEEL THE FUNK BLAST! [x3]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo, check it out, yo yo yo..

I've been walkin, God, like a dog
My narrative: fearless
Word war returns to burn
Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh
Like steel from a furnace
I was born landless
This is the native son
Born of Zapatas guns
Stroll through the shanties
And the cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry
But with different last names
The vultures robbin everything
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point on the globe
Yes that pictures the same
Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth and a hearse
A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth
Theres a widow pig parrot
A rebel to tame
A whitehooded judge
A syringe and a vein
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard

Whatcha say? Whatcha say? Whatcha say? What? (x4)
Calm like a bomb... Ignite, Ignite, Ignite, Ignite... (x4)

This ain't subliminal
Feel the critical mass approach horizon
The pulse of the condemned
Sound off Americas demise
The anti-myth rhythm rock shocker
Yes I spit fire
Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires
Yes back through the shanties and the cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry with different last names
The vultures robbin everyone
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point here at home
Yes the pictures the same
Theres a field full of slaves
Some corn and some debt
Theres a ditch full of bodies
The check for the rent
Theres a tap, the phone, the silence of stone
The numb black screen
That be feelin' like home
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard

Whatcha say? Whatcha say? Whatcha say? What? (x4)
Calm like a bomb... Ignite, Ignite, Ignite, Ignite... (x4)

[There's a mass without roofs
There's a prison to fill
There's a countrys soul that reads post no bills
There's a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill
There's a right to obey
And there's a right to kill][2x]