Song Lyrics

Gotta flex that skill, yup!
As I watch them kill.
Greed the seed, it's called inequities: vanity, banking, ganking, justified.
How many more will have to suffer?
How many more will have to die?
Well, stop buying the lie! Bold beautiful crying brown eyes.
Technical superstate built on the means of hate.
Dominant symbolcorruption escalates.
Can they distinguish life from death?
Should a dollar bill give a man a right to kill?
Hell no!
Because life is priceless, this fight from the affermative.
Wicked brutal force of course justifying the means death with no remorse.
Covert operations above the law killing for God, for countries, a fraud.
Got to take 'em out!
Violation of human rights!
For the life of the suffering.
Symbol of wickednedd.
Post-dictatorship economic elite, starving children bowing to their feet,
smokescreen patriotism won't deny the lie - can't cloud my soul vision.
F.E.M.A., see you, got you on sight.
No law should cut constitutional rights.
No one more hopeless than those that think they are free,
bounded minds of this human machinery.
What I am is what I am!
Crying to jah you know I am praying for payback.
All truth will soon come be in light.
Federal judge, you know they got them on check!
Federal courts, you know they got them on check!
Central banking system, you know they got them on check!
Federal agent, you know you got them on check!
Federal prison, you know they got them on check!
Population control, you know they got it on check!
Cry for life!!
Gotta take 'em out.

Donald N. Van Zant, Jeffrey S. Carlisi, Larry Steele, Richard Donald Barnes

The duration of Take 'Em Out is 2:40 minutes and seconds.