Power

[Intro: Timbo King w/ Heart ad-libbing in background]

Yeah, stab Tony Blair in his chest

Maccabee Ridaz (uh-huh)

Y'all wanna impress the poor?

M's up (uh-huh)

The girl looked somethin' like this... (yeah)

[Timbo King:]

From Babylon to Timbuktu we comin' for you

Haters and you play traitors, y'all the world's greatest

Liars on the face of the Earth, it's like facin' ya Old Earth

And tellin' the fam, "Have a seed not a kid"

Seperate the sheep from the goat

On the streets we wear sheepskin coats

Now it's weekend floats

How you want it, the revolver or the semi?

Huey P's spirit in me, I'm drinkin' Henny

We freedom fighters, you know freedom is a fighter

Him and Sonny Carson controllin' the cypher

At the rally, young God, eager to learn

Every corner that you turn, has evil concerned

So I use my imagination

Cause the best nation is a donation

[Interlude: Timbo King]

We thank everybody for your contributions

Your support...

We're buildin' a Maccabee House

Bo King...

[Chorus: Heart]

Power to the people...

Power to the people who fall behind

Too many souls are on the line

Challenge anything that holds you down

Power to the people, power to the people...

Look at all the others who've gone before

Struggle to the finish to give you more

Hope you realize what we're fightin' for

Power to the people...

[Killah Priest:]

Real talk...

I came from the gutters, same as my brothers

We shared ideas like Stevie with both eyes appeared

Inner vision became my system, intuition will kick in

Hype wisdom how we started as friends

Words of true prophets, the way martyrs begin

I swear, on every phrase that I mark with this pen

God is within, our bodies, but still the revolver spins

End depression in the heart of revenge

My teacher said, couldn't read or write

And through the struggle, and the pain, we breathe a life

We flee at night, The Maccabeez we bust at the clouds

An old man stopped us and said we should be aimin' down

We said, "God bless the devils", hex on us, flames around

But our bodies, walk on the angel's grounds

Priest, The Maccabeez, Timbo holds the tablets

Razah's an abbott, set free to all the captives

[Chorus]

[Hell Razah:]

In this Maccabee Temple, it's Hell Razah, Priest and Timbo

We open up the Benz door, blowin' out endo

Was too deep before now I made it more simple

Like Bill Gates did by creatin' y'all Windows

They still can't see through it, this millenium music

Our interviewers wanna know if we're Jewish

So I study my opponents by their ways and movements

Our names ring bells in the Soviet Union

Like BIG said before, y'all still re-coupin'

We independent salesmen movin' these units

Y'all still payin' rent cause your label is pimps

Cops wanna know the scent that's behind them tints

You could sit down, relax now, warm the bench

I'm a King so my sons'll be born a Prince

I follow footprints to Heaven so I walk with sense

Like Enoch did, walks on the Brooklyn Bridge

[Chorus x2: w/ adlibs to fade]