Every time I hear the crack of a whip 400 years of slavery, blood and gravy You're about to be confronted by the black survivors Hey now! Now tune in to this rhythm and feel the drum beat Catch it on the go, yeah Catch it fire Every time I hear the crack of a whip My blood runs cold I remember on the slave ship How they brutalized our very soul Today they say that we are free Only to be chained in poverty Good God, I think it's illiteracy Only a machine that makes a slave driver Your table has turned Catch it fire You're gonna get burned To give your slave driver Your table has turned Catch it fire You're gonna get burned Burn them all! Now them take up the ghetto youths and give them pure magazine And take up another set and give them beer sixteen And play them dirty games of bloody plots and schemes And watch them like a show above you big screen And can we rather them man go buy them cream And turn them into police and bring them in upon them team And what is further? Him drive ten grand worth of government larder And fight against the ones who have the same forefather Him next to her neighbor, all weed we charge for We children slaughter, and we *** want murder Just read the observer, right now the city can't get no ulcer That after four hundred years and no leap of brown sugar We'll ambush we brother, and go on like we never lose You plant slave revolt and now they push them to get up We turn just like the weather And every time I hear the crack of a whip My blood runs in me It's rising gold I remember on the slave ship How they brutalized the very soul And today they say that we are free Only to be chained in poverty Good God I think it's illiteracy Only a machine can make slave driver Burn them all! Your table has turned Burn them all! Catch a fire Burn them all! You're gonna get burned Taking counts like animals Slave driver Burn them Your table has turned Burn them all! Catch a fire Burn them So you could get burned Sons of slaves chant down sons of the slave driver No space slave rider neither And if *** could *** would tax you upon saliva How much more must we die for The ones in the cars while we're standing at the terminus The government bogus they don't work for us Instead *** chain and whip you with domestic fuss And guns and aids and drugs Cause most of the youths with the school in their mouth Can't get no money from legitimate jobs Then you wonder Why *** *** chain and bags Your influence will fit on in gays and fags A mass of gang of poor not even torn up rags But table a turn as me turn table spun The fire will catch up all a blaze and a burn That's why anytime you see rust a you run Slave driver Your table has turned Burn them all! Catch a fire You're gonna get burned Dig it! Slave driver Your table has turned Oh catch Catch a fire So you could get burned Burn them all! We no want no Babylon government Where you burn down ganja mountains And *** a come with *** one bogus tax argument When we can't pay life, pill and rent Beside *** only get a youth every which part *** went In the mirror and corner *** bent So next time *** pass through you and your crew Don't give them no encouragement Hey you Just start run *** out And start burn *** out of your environment Hey you We want no vote of every red cent Out of poor people money *** spent And then We want no them to pay the bill When the Prime Minister charge them Hey you We want no when *** a come repossess All these guns and drugs *** sent Slave driver Slave driver We got you on the go Catch a fire Catch a fire Like you didn't know Slave driver Your table is turned Burn *** all to the Prime Minister Catch a fire You're gonna get burned