soon to be Self-destroyed, unemployed The rap race will be lost without a trace Or a clue but what to do Is stop the violence and kick the science Down
couldn't take it tried to stop them with violence They refused to play their game, and watched the political minds subsidence Attempts failed feebly to create divisions in the movement
to the animals and pocketed the rest Eight hundred gigs in just eight years Said it caused hard work, blood and tears They say our movement is been destroyed
the walls, Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people. Why is it that the kind and gentle are subjected to violence and riducule
them it's instant ratings Then when somebody get shot, it's such a problem That same media's now saying WE should stop the violence Ancestors of ours
fat jam, that will never win a grammy Unless we sellout and kill the black movement dead Which means swallow our pride and become flunkies instead And stop
[1st movement:] The only love my heart approaches Your tender eyes fill mind with roses I drink your wine And never will my heart dry inside Or be denied
hip-hop, and then Grandmaster Flash with the invention of the mixer, on to Run-D.M.C. and then myself. And uhh, we created the "Stop the Violence" movement
at Latin Quarters in 1987 with Afrika Bambaataa - he threw the first one, that I attended We kept the tradition going through the Stop the Violence Movement
they need 10 cops? I' m just rolling by myself That's a punk mentality I ain't going no where Try to stop violence We don't need another Red Scare I got
to CHRISTINE) Stay back! PHANTOM I'm here, I'm here, monsieur: the angel of death! Come on, come on, monsieur Don't stop, don't stop! (Three more fireballs
expect my sympathy What is it you cannot see? Because of you I'm not free Help the movement, destroy all the pride Stop all the killing, the violence
in peace Riders died death is unexplainable when you die [Outro: Prince Ital] We dont got to stoop low We dont got to stoop low We dont got to stoop
-hop, and then Grandmaster Flash With the invention of the mixer, on to Run-D.M.C. and then myself} {And uhh, we created the Stop the Violence movement
'em, Cha-cha, and bon bon goo They think I'm crazy, well I do too Leave me alone please, I'm in my two three zone please Nothing can stop me, you fuckers can't stop
't modest At least I'm not ... I'm talking bout violence and some nonsense Of any age Old school or Novice And you know I got this And they can't stop
