P.O.W.’s

[Verse 1: Mr. Hyde]
Super-civil arrest blast your teflon vest bastards
Hyde distress terrorists, the methodists of death, bitch!
Incorrect politically, linguistically I'm lethal
Yo check my history it ain't no mystery to people
The Governor of Brit will have your mother sucking dick
Fuckin' rubbin' on her clit until she's bludgeoned by a brick
Yo to hell with secret service men my burners stay disturbing them
They turned into my servants when my urchins said to murder them
All anarchists are loving it while stubborn Feds are bugging it
Your government's discovered cut to pieces in my cupboard, kid
I'll tarnish you with carnage now your sergeant's paying homage
Got Bin Laden and Saddam wrapped in bondage in the garbage
My knife's out, so stand back the White house is ransacked
To strife out the Anthrax choked life out your grandpaps
The torture is immense, got you crawling out your vents
The gore that Hyde that invents put dents in your defense

[Verse 2: Necro]
I'm like Malcolm when he came back from Mecca: Not a racist!
But when they come to kill me at my speech, I'll shoot 'em in they're faces!
I lived a life of aggravation, contempt in laceration
So I'm exempt from assassination attempts
Attack you like airborne pilots, beat you like General Cornwallis
You cornballs are minimal adjust your eyelids private
Ending your squadron, run up on you like Benjamin Martin
With the Indian axe, peeling your skin back for starting
I'll start a revolution with this rugged rhyme
But fuck your Source cover I want my face on the cover of Time!
You Benedict Arnold's will be smoking crack like bridges
We're burning bridges
So you can't cross 'em 'cause our militia's vicious
The thirteen colonies bring it to you, get on the horse
We'll be ripping your chest 'til they're stitching your flesh like Betsy Ross
Images of onslaught, cadavers and bleeding
I'd give a shout out to the soldiers that fought so I could have freedom!

[Verse 3: Goretex]
After war, on the return trip, burning my psyche
Extracting the passion from the paws of Christ, it's pricey
Nuclear frost, California first to break off
Space cowboys, 30 CC's ready for take off
Lieutenant's tank holding my rank, we climb skyports
Islamic amputees disguised as cyborgs
I was born to die the first martyr
Torn from a place with burnt buildings and no father
Raise the etiquette of warface torture's to make
War to Kuwait grenades tossed I through the corpse in the lake it's more cake
Revolution 9, New York quake, state of emergency
Bridges and tunnels this underworld is a murder spree
Fucking with G, World Trade in the cloud
Terror Network, I'm still smelling people downtown
Wipe some tear gas, the Yin and the Yang, dead in the fear
10 to 15, they watch the dent in Heaven appear

[Verse 4: Sabac]
They held me captive, I was being bludgeoned and starved
Seeing stars half a day from an introduction to God
Yo with scars on my flesh my whole mind was destroyed
Hardest test of my life, the kind I try to avoid
I heard voices in my sleep one night a visitor spoke
Quoting the art of war, the voice had given me hope
Broke out a sweat grab the TEC, shot away to freedom
Hundreds die for their lives, and now I've got you beaten
I'm defeating any enemy that comes in my path
Whether political or criminal I let the guns blast
Coming mass like Marcos and Brooklyn's my Chiapas
Rage a war against police they can't look me in the optics
Sabac is equivalent to the object of militance
Consider this your option with the lives of ambivalence
I'm committed and diligent, equipped with the killer shit
The oppressor's nightmare, if I talk it I'm living it

[Verse 5: ILL BILL]
Arrived in Auschwitz I was tattooed with numbers for labor
Kids, babies, and mothers were sent directly to gas chambers
Stepping outta freight cars sorted by age and profession
And whether or not you capable of working the slave labor
Children and elderly people were the first to be taken
To shower rooms and exterminated and burnt to cremation
The rest of us kept behind an electric fence, shaved heads
Starving and working to death and perished by day's end
Truthfully, we were the lucky ones, the fortunate
I remember stories of the ways that Doctor Mengele used to torture men
Children and pregnant women unspeakable horrors
6 million martyrs from your sheet of the surgery, with no anesthesia
I'm a prisoner of war or religion
A prisoner of Nazi Germany, I'm caught in the system
With dreams of torturing Hitler with blow torches and pistols
For every Jew that died, I survived, my story continues!