Black Trek Iv - The Voyage Home Lyrics by Chubb Rock

Black Trek Iv - The Voyage Home Lyrics

    Intro/chorus:

    Ninety-two! the rebel comes back
    I wanna go home, so won't you please go home
    I wanna go home, so won't you go home
    I wanna go home, so won't you please go home
    I wanna go home, so nigga go home

    Verse one:

    Yo, it's burning in paris, demaris, the madness, i've had this
    The sadness, even gladys, lost her pips
    It means it's time to make a trip to johannesburg
    I don't care -- what the word is about
    Cause my history has to spout
    From all over the land while i eat some trout
    Cause america, my motherland ain't hearing ya
    If i can catch her, thatcher damn i'll use my derringer
    Political polls calls for death tolls, bullet holes
    Wolves in the fold
    The sum can't be greater than the whole
    But many have died -- died while they cried
    Pearl harbord ninety-two, that's the idea
    I mean port natal it's right there
    The revolution won't be televised this time

    The schematics draw from the mind
    Besides physical we need mental fighters
    For the destruction of the vipers
    The coffee without the sugar and the cream is too strong
    And we're back where we belong

    Chorus

    Verse two:

    The winners, legends or beginners
    Get on the scene and then they turn into sinners
    Yes they say they're a born again christian
    Read a bible but they're really on a mission
    That's hostile so sing your gospel
    Check the region of the first man fossil
    Plain truth embedded in hieroglyphics
    The specifics of american civics get real sticky
    Rap has put it back on track
    With hard core conscious rap
    But magazine fiends aim for the gut
    What should i do? keep my mouth shut?
    Hell no! the editor scandal predator
    Hip-hop predator racist pig etcetera
    Political henchmen why you never mention
    Is it because you're trying to save your pension?
    A lot of power and strength locked away in prison
    Yeah yellow journalism cause we delete love
    And push the word in our songs
    And we're back where we belong

    Chorus

    Verse three:

    We need some kind of power, some kind of skill
    Keep one fb-i/eye open cause you know they wanna kill us
    Cause we're dangerous to their plan
    We rule the whole damn land
    Basketball, baseball, music, tv, movies, even art
    But they're smart
    Somehow makes us fight among ourselves
    Place pictures of our prophets upon their shelves
    They kill this, kill that one, paid us to kill him
    Such a bright future now looks dim
    But the empire will strike back with much more than a rap
    How're you gonna react
    I once said burn the plueprints on the counterattack to redeem
    Causer racial peace is our dream
    But it's a dream we have that won't come true
    We've been talking peace for a few
    Black is not, it never left
    I don't need no beads placed around my chest
    To be considered a black man
    A picture of malcolm is not on my wall
    He's in my heart, that's smart
    And then there's uncle toms that's partial
    And kids that don't know thurgood marshall
    Grab gold of reality g real strong
    We're going back to where we belong

    Chorus

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