Blood - soaked - earth - that you call - home
Blood - soaked - earth - that you call - home
Close your eyes but don't sleep
We comin' like peoples army
For the people who can't eat
Who work with no sleep
For the child with no shoes on their feet
A generation who flash heat
Who roll up on the banks for their cash, see
Are the criminal
You got the nerve to ask me
Tear mics 'till my voice get raspy
Faced flame for five centuries
And if L.A. were Baghdad we'd be Iraqi
With our straps in the back seat
Next to a general tied up with shit in his khakis
Best leave my mic alone, I'm full grown
And I'm off to the Green Zone
Leave my mic alone, I'm full grown
And I'm off to the Green Zone