Lyrics of 'Guerrillas in the Mist' by Consolidated

Welcome to the hate that Gates made new definition in scope of the term police state Pinochet coup American style ricochet hit another innocent child crowd of marchers stacked up against a weak police line calling for backup turn our anger into love when we defend ourselves when Bush comes to shove one last word to the cops the end of the club that's where the buck stops you can turn in your badge, uniform and gun or get with the people or get ready to get done diplomatic channels have been exhausted people sick and tired of paying the cost we all say we want the violence to cease but no justice motherfucker and no peace

Paris:
P-Dog back to break em off something and never fronting when the rhyme keep coming not lotto but I'm in to win and never lose never singing but swinging and bringing nothing but bad news and I'm madder than a motherfucker won't slip and the record won't skip better get hip fitting to pop but I ain't pop how many cops gotta drop when the gat wrecks shop P-Dog coming up on another level no hope for the black folk fuck a devil it ain't nothing but a scandalous ass trap to keep motherfuckers broke and smoking crack so I'm gripping on a clip and fixed to move another nigger on the trigger with nothing to lose you better duck when the gat bucks bitch cause the funk is on, young Mark give me some of that...
Pass the matches...

Ain't nothing changed still anti pig anti drug dealing and anti house nigger but being broke is slavery and if your skin is brown they only want you to stay down see the community needs work black power means more than a t-shirt all I'm trying to do is be sure that the young black youth stay true to the format and see the plan to kill the man and understand it ain't shit for life to end look at the Oak town murder rate we need more than a panel to set it straight so next time somebody asks why motherfuckers sit still while the black keep dying I'm gonna do Elihu and make you see you can't bull shit around with the people's faith and that's why we hate ourselves sleeping with the enemy you're bound to catch hell they ain't never been down with our side so fuck Schlitz Oly and St Ives you better hear the word when I warn you now it seems like the whole world's Arizona, one for Rodney and Latasha and Twana, William Bennett, check your list for guerrillas in the Mist

White supremacy ain't never been a friend to me you better check it when I wreck it cause it's getting deep and get ready for the funk when the pot boil with a dry rag kerosene and motor oil now the Aryan is scary and I'm running up fat Tom better duck when he tries his cause I'm gonna see that he suck on a tech 9 with 15 to his dome will be fine well maybe I just tar and feather you and castrate you cause I hate a devil too rape your women up and then I'll rape your mind think about it it's an eye for an eye and now it's fitting that I'm spitting on America a black man with a plan and I'm scaring you it ain't a threat but a promise out to each in LA, Forsythe and Howard Beach, duck down when the clip from the tech pops you can't fuck with the sound when the needle drop so don't speak when the Panther wreck the house you can't win when the truth is spoken out a real case of a brother you love to hate can't be roughed up or hushed or set straight you better know me on a Mike McGee tip or grab another clip for Guerrillas in the Mist.