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Come wit it now!
Come wit it now! The microphone explodes, shattering the molds Either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha fuck off tha commode Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-op Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power dons That five sided fist-a-gon Tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets bigger Tha triggers cold empty ya purse Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library Line up to tha mind cemetary now What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an movin' They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells Bulls on parade Come wit it now! Come wit it now! Bulls on parade! Bulls on parade! Bulls on parade! Bulls on parade! Bulls on parade! |
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| 3. |
| 4:06 |
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Ughh!
Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...ughh! Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...yeah! It goes a-1, 2, 3... Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack And suckas be thinkin' that they can fade this But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level 'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down Hand out some beat-downs Cold runna train on punk ho's that Think they run the game But I learned to burn that bridge and delete Those who compete...at a level that's obsolete Instead I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag As I recall our downfall And the business that burned us all See through the news and the views that twist reality Enough I call the bluff Fuck Manifest destiny Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch 'em burn With the thoughts from a militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch 'em burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn It goes a-1, 2, 3 Another funky radical bombtrack Started as a sketch in my notebook And now dope hooks make punks take another look My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere With the thoughts from a militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch 'em burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn! |
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I be walkin god like a dog
My narrative fearless Word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh Like steel from a furnace I was born landless Yes its tha native son Born of Zapatas guns Stroll through the shanties And tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry But with different last names The vultures robbin everything Leave nothing but chains Pick a point on the globe Yes tha pictures tha same Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth and a hearse A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth Theres a widow pig parrot A rebel to tame A whitehooded judge A syringe and a vein And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? Calm like a bomb This aint subliminal Feel the critical mass approach horizon Tha pulse of the condemned Sound off Americas demise Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Yes I spit fire Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry, uh-huh With different last names, uh-huh The vultures robbin everyone Leave nothing but chains Pick a point here at home Yes the pictures tha same Theres a field full of slaves Some corn and some debt Theres a ditch full of bodies Tha check for the rent Theres a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone The numb black screen That be feelin like home And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? Calm like a bomb Theres a mass without roofs A prison to fill Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill Theres a right to obey And a right to kill |
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| 5. |
| 5:29 |
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This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika Nothin' proper about ya propaganda Fools follow rules when the set commands ya Said it was blue When ya blood was read That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head Blasted through ya head Blasted through ya head I give a shout out to the living dead Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized So serene on the screen You were mesmerised Cellular phones soundin' a death tone Corporations cold Turn ya to stone before ya realise They load the clip in omnicolour Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And mutha fuckas lost their minds Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Run it! Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Checka, checka, check it out They load the clip in omnicolour Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And mutha fuckas lost their minds No escape from the mass mind rape Play it again jack and then rewind the tape And then play it again and again and again Until ya mind is locked in Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya They say jump and ya say how high Ya brain-dead Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Uggh! Yeah! Yea! Ya standin' in line Believin' the lies Ya bowin' down to the flag Ya gotta bullet in ya head Ya standin' in line Believin' the lies Ya bowin' down to the flag Ya gotta bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head A bullet in ya head! A bullet in ya head! A bullet in ya head! A bullet in ya head! A bullet in ya head! A bullet in ya head! A bullet in ya head! Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head! Yeah! Yeah! |
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| 6. |
| 4:11 |
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The world is my expense
The cost of my desire Jesus blessed me with its future And I protect it with fire So raise your fists And march around Just dont take what you need Ill jail and bury those committed And smother the rest in greed Crawl with me into tomorrow Or Ill drag you to your grave Im deep inside your children Theyll betray you in my name Sleep now in the fire The lie is my expense The scope of my desire The party blessed me with its future And I protect it with fire I am the Nina The Pinta The Santa Maria The noose and the rapist The fields overseer The agents of orange The priests of Hiroshima The cost of my desire Sleep now in the fire Sleep now in the fire For its the end of history Its caged and frozen still There is no other pill to take So swallow the one That made you ill The Nina The Pinta The Santa Maria The noose and the rapist The fields overseer The agents of orange The priests of Hiroshima The cost of my desire Sleep now in the fire |
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| 3:32 |
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Every official that come in
Cripples us leaves us maimed Silent and tamed And with our flesh and bones He builds his homes Southern fist Rise through tha jungle mist Clenched to smash power so cancerous Black flag and a red star A rising sun loomin over Los Angeles Yes for Raza livin in La La Like Gaza on to tha dawn Intifada Reach for the lessons tha masked pass on Seize tha metropolis Its you its built on Everything can change on new years day As everything changes on new years day Everything can change on a new years day As everything changes on new years day War within a breath Its land or death Their existence is a crime Their seat, their robe, their tie Their land deeds Their hired guns Theyre tha crime Shots heard underground round the rapture Worlds eye captured At last is a Mexican pasture Tha masked screaming land or death Within a breath A war from the depth of time Shot four puppet governors in a line Shook all tha world bankers Who think they can rhyme Shot the landlords who knew it was mine Yes its a war from the depth of time Everything can change on new years day As everything changes on new years day Everything can change on a new years day As everything changes on new years day War within a breath Its land or death |
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| 8. |
| 4:47 |
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Killing in the name of!
Some of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses Huh! Killing in the name of! Killing in the name of And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya But now you do what they told ya Well now you do what they told ya Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites Some of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses Uggh! Killing in the name of! Killing in the name of And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control And now you do what they told ya! Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites Come on! Yeah! Come on! Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! Motherfucker! Uggh! |
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My fears hunt me down
Capturing my memories The frontier of loss They try to escape across the street where Jesus stripped bare And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture In the name of my In the name of my Born of a broken man But not a broken man Born of a broken man Never a broken man Like autumn leaves His sense fell from him An empty glass of himself Shattered somewhere within His thoughts like a hundred moths Trapped in a lampshade Somewhere within Their wings banging and burning On through endless nights Forever awake he lies shaking and starving Praying for someone to turn off the light Born of a broken man Never a broken man Born of a broken man But not a broken man My fears hunt me down Capturing my memories The frontier of loss They try to escape across the street where Jesus stripped bare And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture In the name of my In the name of my Born of a broken man But not a broken man Born of a broken man Never a broken man |
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| 3:59 |
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The main attraction, distraction
got ya number than number than numb Empty ya pockets son, they got you thinkin that What ya need is what they sellin Make you think that buyin is rebellin From the theaters to malls on every shore The thin line between entertainment and war The frontline is everywhere, there be no shelter here Speilberg the nightmare works so push it far Amistad was a whip, the truth was feathered and tarred Memories erased, burned and scarred Trade in ya history for a VCR Cinema, simulated life, ill drama Fourth Reich culture, Americana Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for The thin line between entertainment and war There be no shelter here The frontline is everywhere Hospitals not profit full Yet market bulls got pockets full To advertise some hip disguise View tha world from American eyes Tha poor adore keep fiendin for more Tha thin line between entertainment and war They fix the need, develop the taste Buy their products or get laid to waste Coca-Cola is back in the veins of Saigon And Rambo too, he got a dope pair of Nikes on Godzilla pure muthafuckin filler To keep ya eyes off the real killer Cinema, simulated life, ill drama Fourth Reich culture, Americana Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for Tha thin line between entertainment and war American eyes, American eyes.... View the world from American eyes Bury the past, rob us blind And leave nothin behind Just stare Relive the nightmare |
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Transmission third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground No shelter if youre looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As the polls close like a casket On truth devoured Silent play in the shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The cameras eyes on choice disguised Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil? Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil? Yes a spectacle monopolized They hold the reins, stole your eyes All the fistagons the bullets and bombs Who stuff the banks Who staff the party ranks More for Gore or the son of a drug lord None of the above fuck it cut the cord Lights out guerilla Radio Turn that shit up Contact I highjacked the frequencies Blockin the beltway Move on DC Way past the days of bombin MCs Sound off Mumia guan be free Who gottem yo check the federal file All you pen devils know the trial was vile Army of pigs try to silence my style Off em all out that box its my radio dial Lights out guerilla Radio Turn that shit up It has to start somewhere It has to start sometime What better place than here What better time than nowAll hell cant stop us now All hell cant stop us nowAll hell cant stop us now All hell cant stop us now All hell cant stop us now All hell cant stop us now |
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| 5:18 |
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Hey don't miss out on
what you're passing you're missing the hootah of the funky buddah eluder of the fed up style's that get wicked so come on as I start to kick it cause we're like outlaws sriding while suckers are hiding jump behind the bush when you see me driving by hanging out my window and my magnum taking out some putohs acting kind of loco I'm just another local kid from the street getting paid for my vocals Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand I be doing all the dumb shit yo cause nothing is coming from it I'm not gonna waste no time fing around I got ya humming humming coming at ya then you know I had to gat ya time for some action just a fraction of friction I got the clearance to run the interference in to your sattle light shining a battle light Sen got the gat and I know that we'll gat you right here's an example just a little sample how could I just kill a man one time tried to come in my home take my chrome I said yo it's on take cover son or you're assed out how do you like my chrome then I watched the rookie pass out didn't have to blast him but I did any way young punk had to pay so I just killed a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man It's gonna be a long time before I finish one of the many missions that I have to establish to lite my spliff ignite you with insite so if you ain't down bullshit say some punk tried to get you for your auto would call the one time and play the rolemmodel No I think you'll play like a thug next hear the shot of a magnum slug humming coming at ya yeah you know I'm going to get cha How do you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been understand where I'm coming from When you're up on the hill in your big home I'm out here risking my dome just for a bucket or a faster ducket just to stay alive yo I got to say fit here is something you can't understand how I could just kill a man here is something you can't understand how I could just kill a man here is something you can't understand how I could just kill a man here is something you can't understand how I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man How I could just kill a man How I could just kill a man |
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I'm gonna kick 'em out
Well I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy now, baby I know how you want it, child, Hot, sweet, and tight The girls can't stand it When you're doing it right When they're up on the stand And then they kick out the jams, yes Kick out the jams, I like to kick 'em out Yes I'm startin' to sweat You know my shirt's all wet What a feelin' And the sound that abounds and Resounds and rebounds off the ceiling You gotta have it, baby You can't do without When you get the feelin' You've got the sounds above Put that mic in my hand And let me kick out the jams Yes, kick out the jams, got to kick 'em out So you got to get it up And then can't get enough That's what .... 'Cause it gets in your brain It drives you insane, makes you crazy The ...... the faster you funk If you wanna feed my rocket Till the morning comes Let me be who I am And let me kick out the jams Yes kick out the jams I done kick 'em out |
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| 3:22 |
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The movie ran through me
The Glamour subdue me The tabloid untie me Im empty please fill me Mister anchor assure me That Baghdad is burning Your voice it is so soothing That cunning mantra of killing I need you my witness To dress this up so bloodless To numb me and purge me now Of thoughts of blaming you Yes the car is our wheelchair My witness your coughing Oily silence mocks the legless Boys who travel now in coffins On the corner The jurys sleepless We found your weakness And its right outside your door Now testify Now testify Its right outside your door Now testify Yes testify Its right outside your door With precision you feed me My witness Im hungry Your temple it calms me So I can carry on My slaving, sweating, The skin right off my bones On a bed of fire Im choking On the smoke that fills my home The wrecking ball is rushing Witness your blushing The pipeline is gushing While here we lie in tombs While on the corner The jurys sleepless We found your weakness And its right outside your door Now testify Yeah testify Its right outside your door Now Testify Now Testify And its right outside your door Mass graves for the pump and the price is set, and the price is set Mass graves for the pump and the price is set, and the price is set Mass graves for the pump and the price is set, and the price is set Mass graves for the pump and the price is set, and the price is set Who controls the past now controls the future Who controls the present now controls the past Who controls the past now controls the future Who controls the present now? Now Testify Testify Its right outside your door Now Testify Testify Its right outside your door |
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| 7:05 |
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Uggh!
Pull, pull Wuh! (Sung sorta like Michael Jackson) Come on! Uggh! Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list All live, never on a floppy disk Inka, inka, bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion Drawn up by the thoughts I think Yeah! Come on! The militant poet in once again, check it It's set up like a deck of cards They're sending us to early graves For all the diamonds They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades With poetry I paint the pictures that hit More like the murals that fit Don't turn away Get in front of it Brotha, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose it on the wall Playin' tic-tac-toe? Yo, check the diagonal Three brothers gone Come on Doesn't that make it three in a row? Spoken quietly: "Anger is a gift" Come on! Uggh! (Guitar solo) Check that! Uggh! Come on Yeah Uggh Brotha, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose it on the wall Playin' tic-tac-toe? Yo, check the diagonal Three million gone Come on 'Cause they're counting backwards to zero Environment The environment exceeding on the level Of our unconciousness For example What does the billboard say Come and play, come and play Forget about the movement Spoken quietly: "Anger is a gift" Yeeeaaahhhh! Uggh! Awww, bring that shit in! Uggh! Hey! Freedom...yea... Freedom...yea right... Freedom...yeeeaaahhh! Freedom! Yea! Freedom! Yea right! Freedom! Yea! Freedom! Yea! Right! |
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Trackback from :: 자기만의 방 :: 2008-02-26 14:32:44
Subject : Rage Against The Machine - Killing in the name
