Lyrics Chairman Mao - Bambu
Study
Mao
Tse-tung's
tongue,
the
young
gun
Lock,
load,
and
bust
one
Champion
with
it
like
brraammp
pomp
pomp
pomp
Lebanon
guerrillas
that'll
egg
'em
from
ten
yards
With
little
pebbles,
I
call
it
strength
in
arms
When
it's
broadcast
on
broadband,
they
savages
like
Tarzan
They
never
get
the
background
story
they'd
rather
jam
Your
frequency
with
trickery
and
headline
news
It's
nothing
new
And
if
it's
only
half
the
truth
it
ain't
true
Living
proof
that
guerrillas
in
the
Philippine
jungle
Won't
stop,
won't
quit
till
the
babies
don't
struggle
I
rumble
with
colonization's
effects
on
my
people,
homes
The
buck
stops
here
with
a
buck
to
your
ear
The
current
affairs
that
wear
my
fellow
organizers
out
Same
machine
that
be
wiping
my
fellow
activists
out
From
the
comfort
of
a
couch
we
make
critiques
of
the
world
While
little
girls
in
the
mountains
let
the
slug
shots
hurl
(Is
you
ready?)
All
day
dawg,
whatever
you
say
dawg
Megaphones
up,
bandannas
across
the
face
dawg
(They
ain't
ready)
Always
dawg,
whatever
you
say
dawg
Rifle
to
the
sky,
bandanna
across
the
face
dawg
I
learned
the
speeches
and
teachings
of
Malcolm
X
Nooses
around
our
neck
Made
Malcolm
drop
the
"Little"
and
capitalize
the
"X"
Tiananmen
Square
drums,
make
the
big
go
dumb
Compel
sisters
in
the
mountains
back
home
to
grab
guns
My
lungs
pump
Los
Angeles
smog,
strong
to
handle
my
M-1,
like
guerrilla
villagers
in
the
Viet
Cong
Ho
Chi
Minh
Trail,
your
home
girl's
favorite
I'm
the
maker
of
the
music
for
the
bus
boy
and
the
waitress
Every
blue
collar
hero,
peace
to
Blue
Scholar
Geo'
Ayo
Saba,
did
you
hear
about
the
talks
in
the
White
House?
Iran
is
now
a
new
threat,
I
told
you,
you
were
up
next
American
rampage
till
there
ain't
a
Middle
East
left
Up
jump
the
boogie,
put
a
bullet
inside
And
let
the
guerrillas
and
government
collide
in
a
fight
To
make
the
poverty
disseminate,
bullets
fire
hella
straight
Showdown
in
Chinatown
and
downtown
L.A
I
regurg'
the
words
of
Joma
over
and
over
For
every
soldier
with
a
gun
run
slung
Over
his
left
and
right
shoulder
Katipunan
triple
K
slang
(Native
Guns
all
day
mayne)
Make
change
whether
school
books
or
the
bang
bang
Gang
bang,
gather
up
the
troops
all
on
the
block
Put
bullet
holes
in
the
White
House
and
connect
the
dots
We
don't
need
those
cops
We
need
the
hood
on
lock
We
need
the
murders
of
our
people
by
our
people
to
stop
We
need
our
money
to
recycle,
keep
the
neighborhood
rich
We
need
to
monitor
the
educationing
of
our
kids
We
need
the
money
to
be
evenly
distributed
out
We
need
Ann
Coulter
to
shut
her
motherfucking
mouth
Zapatista
guerilla
as
soon
as
the
beat
played
My
rifle
is
a
little
scrappy
it's
my
A-K-K-K-K
Indigenous
spear
chucking
on
mine
Must
be
X
these
white
boys
out
like
Kevin
Federline
Hey
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1 I Scream
2 Chairman Mao
3 The Love
4 Pull It Back
5 Truth Serum
6 The Morning After
7 Riches To Rags (with Kronik Plague)
8 Fuck Yeah
9 Beach Cruising
10 Crack Talk (with Roscoe Umali and Eye A Sage)
11 Home Cooked (with Geologic, Kiwi, and Kuttin Kandi)
12 Guerra (with Quetzal)
13 Life In Rewind
14 Nicole
15 Jeepney (with Farmer John)
16 Always All Day
17 East L.A. Story (with Panama)
18 Gunshots (with Kiwi)
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