November 30th, 1999 . . . no sunshine
Yo, the body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops
Nearby somebody got shot
But parties don't stop, and the parties don't care
It's a stick up: that's why we got our hands in the air
Still demanding a share, refrigerators bare
Cause they wanna see trade get free and not fair
But we are not blind, we are not there
We don't got time left to spare to not care
On the last day in November, swellin' in ranks
Went to chant down the mighty IMF and World Bank
A gathering of people in peaceful assembly
Onward to Westlake to disrupt the entry
Walk along steady, riot squad ready
To protect every last dignitary's ass
But this started when they herded us like cattle in a fence
Protesters getting restless without an exit
They threatened to arrest us, we pushed back and then
A hail of rubber bullets hit teens and old men
I admit, had to split when the first gas canisters hit
Felt it burn in my eyes, nose and lips
They try to blame it on the anarchists, garbage
I was there, I'll tell you right now the pig started it
But they distort it in the news, talkin' bout stompin' down Nike town, wearin' their shoes
But the body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops
Nearby somebody got shot
But parties don't stop, and the parties don't care
It's a stick up: that's why we got our hands in the air
50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets
50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets
50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets
50,000 deep, 50,000 deep
Yo, the body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops
Nearby somebody got shot
But parties don't stop in the South
So take your shoes off for you come into my house
I had to duck out cause I knew I stuck out in the crowd after many years growing up Brown in this town
Now this is what democracy looks like, not what you all had in mind for tonight
Mr. Mayor, shellshocked for five days straight
Press conference, looking constipated and pale
Tossed a homie in jail, wasn't even protesting
Wrong place, wrong time, learned a quick lesson
But this is not a question what we did to deserve this
Rich kids went and got arrested on purpose
But was it worth it? My first inclination, globalization is the root of the pain
Made the reason that they left and the reason that we came
Catch my breath, blood pulsates my brain
And they call it a riot? Huh... I call it an uprising
And they call this a riot? But nah, I call it an uprising
And they call this a riot? Nah man, fuck that, I'ma call it an uprising
50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets
