There ain't no middle ground, everything is partisan
The personal's political, gotta have the hardest skin
Deface the billboards, sabotage the magazines
Dispel the illusion, they're selling you a fantasy

I'm telling you it's maddening, I'm about to pop off
A clip at all these pop stars, probably I'll get locked up
Yeah he's got a mouth on him, & every surface got a spot on it
For an ad - oblivion is not far, not far!

Brain death, brain matter, grey matter, scattered on the rocks, god
What a waste, no matter, blame it on a hot dog
Watch where you walk dog,
We're standing on the lip of a volcano playing hop scotch

Shit is perilous, America, the place where if you're arab, you're a terrorist
Black, brown, & and even poor folks with the fairer skin, are food for the carrion
Yes the scene is very grim,
basically you're fucked unless you're very rich

*Chorus (x2)*
Robin Hood!
John Brown!
Fight back!
Right now!

Buzzkill he's on some John Brown shit
Ski masks & heaters go pow pow click
How about now it's simply time to get wicked
This motherfucking system needs a roundhouse kick

Slavery is alive if you look for it (look for it!)
You ain't gon' find it for sure if you ignore it
Y'all only see the twigs, it's a big forest
Behind all your new gear, there's some kids warring

There's some kids slaving, that shit cray
But these corporations just wanna get paid
See they don't really care if the land is trashed
As long as rich people their gadgets fast

Makes a cracka wanna go grab his ratchet blast
Back and reload ampersand stand back & laugh
Buzzkilla war path, can't hack my math
Record labels scamming, push hazard to a fragile mass

*Chorus (x2)*

Steal from the rich, give to the poor
Break your chains, kill your masters