Intro/chorus:

Ninety-two! the rebel comes back
I wanna go home, so wont you please go home
I wanna go home, so wont you go home
I wanna go home, so wont you please go home
I wanna go home, so nigga go home

Verse one:

Yo, its burning in paris, demaris, the madness, ive had this
The sadness, even gladys, lost her pips
It means its time to make a trip to johannesburg
I dont 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 aint hearing ya
If i can catch her, thatcher damn ill use my derringer
Political polls calls for death tolls, bullet holes
Wolves in the fold
The sum cant be greater than the whole
But many have died -- died while they cried
Pearl harbord ninety-two, thats the idea
I mean port natal its right there
The revolution wont 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 were 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 theyre a born again christian
Read a bible but theyre really on a mission
Thats 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 youre 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 were 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 were dangerous to their plan
We rule the whole damn land
Basketball, baseball, music, tv, movies, even art
But theyre 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
Howre you gonna react
I once said burn the plueprints on the counterattack to redeem
Causer racial peace is our dream
But its a dream we have that wont come true
Weve been talking peace for a few
Black is not, it never left
I dont need no beads placed around my chest
To be considered a black man
A picture of malcolm is not on my wall
Hes in my heart, thats smart
And then theres uncle toms thats partial
And kids that dont know thurgood marshall
Grab gold of reality g real strong
Were going back to where we belong

Chorus

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