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A mass of hands press
on the market window Ghosts of progress Dressed in slow death Feeding on hunger And glaring through the promise Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle A mass of nameless at the oasis That hides the graves beneath the masters hill Buried for drinking The rivers water While shackled to the line At the empty well This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over new ground Listen to the fascist sing Take hope here War is elsewhere You were chosen This is god's land Soon well be free Of blot and mixture Seeds planted by our Forefathers hand A mass of promises Begin to rupture Like the pockets Of the new world kings Like swollen stomachs In Appalachia Like the priests that fuck you As they whisper holy things A mass of tears have transformed to stones now Sharpened on suffering Woven into slings Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress Taking today what tomorrow never brings This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over new ground This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground Ain't the new sound Just like the old sound Look at the noose now Over the over the over the burning ground Ain't it funny how the factorys doors close Round the time that the school doors close Round the time that the doors of the jail cells Open up to greet you like the reaper Ain't it funny how the factorys doors close Round the time that the school doors close Round the time that a hundred thousand jail cells Open up to greet you like the reaper This is no oasis This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground |
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from Rage Against The Machine - The Battle Of Los Angeles/ Renegades (2006)
A mass of hands press on the market window
Ghosts of progress Dressed in slow death Feeding on hunger And glaring through the promise Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle A mass of nameless at the oasis That hides the graves beneath the master's hill Are buried for drinking The river's water While shackled to the line At the empty wall This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground Listen to the fascist sing "Take hope here War is elsewhere You were chosen This is god's land Soon we'll be free Of blot and mixture Seeds planted by our Forefather's hand" A mass of promise Begin to rupture Like the pockets Of the new world kings Like swollen stomachs In Applachia It's the priests that fuck you As they whisper holy things A mass of tears have transformed to stones now Sharpened on suffering And women into slings Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress Taking today what tomorrow never brings This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground Ain't it funny how the factory doors close Round the time that the school doors close Round the time that the doors of the jail cells Open up to greet you like the reaper Ain't it funny how the factory doors close Round the time that the school doors close Round the time that the doors of the jail cells Open up to greet you like the reaper This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground Like ashes in the fall |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Renegades (2000)
It's a beautiful world we live in A sweet romantic place
Beautiful people everywhere The way they show they care makes me want to say It's a beautiful world Oh what a beautiful world For you It's a wonderful time to be here It's nice to be alive Wonderful people everywhere The way they comb their hair makes me want to say It's a wonderful place Oh what a wonderful place For you, for you, for you, for you, for you, for you, not me |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Renegades (2000)
It's a beautiful world we live in A sweet romantic place
Beautiful people everywhere The way they show they care makes me want to say It's a beautiful world Oh what a beautiful world For you It's a wonderful time to be here It's nice to be alive Wonderful people everywhere The way they comb their hair makes me want to say It's a wonderful place Oh what a wonderful place For you, for you, for you, for you, for you, for you, not me |
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It's a beautiful world we live in A sweet romantic place
Beautiful people everywhere The way they show they care makes me want to say It's a beautiful world Oh what a beautiful world For you It's a wonderful time to be here It's nice to be alive Wonderful people everywhere The way they comb their hair makes me want to say It's a wonderful place Oh what a wonderful place For you, for you, for you, for you, for you, for you, not me |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Rage Against The Machin (1992)
Ughh! Hey you, it's just another bombtrack ughh!
Hey you, it's just another bombtrack yeah! It goes a-one, two three and 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 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 * Repeat ** Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn Yes ya gonna 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-one, two, three 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 * Repeat ** Repeat Euurrrggghhhhh! Uggh! Hey you, it's just another bombtrack... Check it out... |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Rage Against The Machine / Evil Empire (Coffret 2 CD) (2003)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - Live At The Grand Olympic... [video, live] (2003)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - Live At The Grand Olympic... [video, live] (2003)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - The Battle Of Los Angeles (1999)
The hills find a peace
Locked armed guard posts Safe from the screams Of the children born as ghosts Gates guns and alarms Shape the calm of the dawn Peering down into the basin Where death lives on Where young run foaming at the mouth with hate Where burning batons beat the freezing who shake Under the toxic sunsets they dine and toast Their walls deny the terror faced by the children Born as ghosts Born as ghosts One book and forty ghosts Stuffed in a room The school as a tomb Where home is a wasteland Take the razor wire And thought is locked in the womb The tales that tear at the myth of the dream A suffering that shocks the lives off the screen Born as ghosts |
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from Rage Against The Machine - The Battle Of Los Angeles/ Renegades (2006)
The hills find a peace
Locked armed guard posts Safe from the screams Of the children born as ghosts Gates guns and alarms Shape the calm of the dawn Peering down into the basin Where death lives on Where young run foaming at the mouth with hate Where burning batons beat the freezing who shake Under the toxic sunsets they dine and toast Their walls deny the terror faced by the children Born as ghosts Born as ghosts One book and forty ghosts Stuffed in a room The school as a tomb Where home is a wasteland Take the razor wire And thought is locked in the womb The tales that tear at the myth of the dream A suffering that shocks the lives off the screen Born as ghosts |
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from Rage Against The Machine - The Battle Of Los Angeles (1999)
My fears haunt 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 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 Born of a broken man Never a broken man Born of a broken man But not a broken man My fears haunt 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 Born of a broken man But not a broken man Born of a broken man Never a broken man |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Live At The Grand Olympic... [video, live] (2003)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - Live At The Grand Olympic... [video, live] (2003)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - The Battle Of Los Angeles/ Renegades (2006)
My fears haunt 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 But not a broken man Born of a broken man Never a broken man |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Rage Against The Machin (1992)
Bullet In The Head
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 centralised So serene on the screen You was 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 The 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 Yeah 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 Check-a, check-a, check it out They load the clip in omnicolour Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time The 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 Yeah 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 (8 times, building to a shout) A bullet in ya head (7 times, shouted/screamed) Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head! Yeah! Yeah! (Sustained to end of drum roll) |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Rage Against The Machine / Evil Empire (Coffret 2 CD) (2003)
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 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 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 |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Live At The Grand Olympic... [video, live] (2003)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - Live At The Grand Olympic... [video, live] (2003)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - Evil Empire (1996)
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 dont copy yo, dont 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 dont know keeps tha contracts alive an movin They dont 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 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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from Woodstock '99 (2000)
Bulls on Parade 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-opt 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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from Rage Against The Machine - Rage Against The Machine / Evil Empire (Coffret 2 CD) (2003)
Come with it now Come with it now The Micraphone Explodes Shattering the Molds Ya either drop the hits like de la o Or get the f*** off the commode with the sure shot sure to make the bodies drop drop an don't copy yo dont call this A co-opt terror rains drenchin qeuchin the thirst of the power dons that five sided fist-a-gon tha rotten sore on the face of mother earth the triggers could empty ya purse They rally round tha family with a pocket full a shells They rally round the familywith a pocket full a shells They rally round the family with a pocket full a shells They rally round the family with a pocket full a shells Weapons not food,not homes,not shoes Not need to feed the war,canniball animal I walk tha corner to the rubble that used to be a library Line up to tha mind cemetary,what we dont know Keeps tha contracts live and movin They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove em While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells Rally round tha family,pocket full a shells Rally round the family with a pocket full a shells Rally round the family with a pocket full a shells Rally round the family with a pocket full a shells Rally round tha family with a pocket full a shells Bulls on parade Come with it now Come with it now Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade bulls on parade |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Live At The Grand Olympic... [video, live] (2003)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - Live At The Grand Olympic... [video, live] (2003)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - The Battle Of Los Angeles (1999)
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 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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from The Matrix : Reloaded (매트릭스 2 : 리로디드) by Don Davis [omnibus, ost] (2003)
Calm Like a Bomb Feel the funk blast (whispered) Feel the funk blast (whispered) Well feel the funk blast Well feel the funk blast Well feel the funk blast Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Check it Out Yo Yo Yo 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? What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? We're calm like a bomb (Ignite) We're calm like a bomb (Ignite) 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? What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? Calm like a bomb (Ignite) Calm like a bomb (Ignite) Calm like a bomb (Ignite) Calm like a bomb (Ignite) Calm like a bomb (Ignite) Calm like a bomb (Ignite) Calm like a bomb (Ignite) Calm like a bomb (Ignite) Calm like a bomb (Ignite) 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 Theres a mass without roofs Theres 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 Cos theres a right to obey And theres the right to kill |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Live At The Grand Olympic... [video, live] (2003)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - Live At The Grand Olympic... [video, live] (2003)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - The Battle Of Los Angeles/ Renegades (2006)
I be walkin' god like a dog
My narrative fearless My word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home in Pairs Steel from a furnace I was born landless It's tha native son Born of Zapata's guns Stroll through the shanties And tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry But with different last names These vultures rob everything Leave nothing but chains Pick a point on tha globe Yes tha pictures tha same There's a bank and a church and a myth and a hearse A mall and a loan and a child dead at birth There's a window pig parrot A rebel to tame A whitehooded judge And a syringe and a vein And tha riot be ha rhyme of ha unheard Calm like a bomb This Ain't subliminal Feel tha critical mass approach horizon Ha pulse of tha condemned Sound off America's demise Tha ant- myth rhythm rocker shocker Yes I spit fire Hope lies in tha smoldering rubble of empires Back through tha shanties and tha cities remains Ha same bodies buried hungry But with different last names These vultures rob everyone Leave nothing but chains Pick a point here at home And tha picture's tha same There's a field full of slaves Some corn and some debit There's a ditch full of bodies Tha check for tha rent There's a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone Tha numb black screen That be feelin' like home And the riot be tha rhyme of the unheard Calm like a bomb There's a mass without roofs A prison to fill A country's soul that reads post no bills A strike and a like of cops outside the mill There's a right to obey And there's a right to kill |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Killing In The Name [single] (1997)
Hey yo!
Let me be front This is real and not a stunt I'm comin' to the forefront Shovel for the rapper and clear the lane 'Cos this jam is like a tomahawk chop Teach ya I'll never stop droppin' topics Vocal power? (a)yes I got it On central but their trying to clamp it down Flag was waving the wrong way so I shot it...down! Get down, and at the same time... Come up...down! This is a crime that shut us up I don't give a fuck 'Cos the words and the thoughts still hit And like I said It's not a skit Jump another hit Yeah Ya know I don't need a drum kit Make 'em say awwww shit! The rebellion is true and legit Down! Get down!...and clear the lane Down! Get down!...and clear the lane Down! Get down!...and clear the land Down! Get down!...yeah! The rebel You'll never disable Defiance With the cards upon the table Pulling cards Keep the governements in check Yo! I think we need a new deck Never could trust a phillabusta' The mic is like a fist and it'll bust ya With words cold hittin' with the underground And now you're checkin' out the new sound Live hit A live pop Live rock And ya don't stop It goes on and on and on Who's a threat? C'mon, the war is on! Down! Get down!...and clear the lane Down! Get down!...and clear the lane Down! Get down!...and clear the lane Down! Get down!...and clear the lane (guitar solo) Start droppin' Our words are never safe Fighting myself 'Till I'm where I gotta be I challange, don't sweat it Now don't you forget it Check me? What? Wait You better slow down! Realize I can't confine my rhyme to a beat I need cash so when I'm cool I'm never ever weak Places are fluid and diluted and complete Check me once, calm down and take a seat Strip the chains the freedom's there but then it's gone! Ugh...clear the lane Ugh...clear the lane Ugh...clear the lane Ugh...clear the lane Defiance Rippin' up the south set Every time I'm grippin' the mic it is a sound threat Resist against the suckers that bring the bass in Timmy C Bring that bass in! Ugh...clear the lane Ugh...clear the lane Ugh...clear the lane Ugh...clear the lane |
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from The Crow (크로우) [omnibus, ost] (1994)
Greed!
Causing innocent blood to flow Entire culture, lost in the overthrow They came to seize and take whatever they please Then all they gave back was death and disease My people were left with no choice but to decide To conform to a system, responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide... 'AIDS is killing the entire African nation And a vaccine is still supposedly under preparation But these governments they don't mind the procrastination They say "We'll kill them off, take their land and go there for vaction."' My people's culture was strong, it was pure And if not for that white greed It would've endured My people were left with no choice but to decide To conform to a system Their minds enslaved Their souls encaged I feel the rage It's brutality can never be undone But the sun is not yet set The bass and drums and microphones a threat That's when ya investigate the crimes from the inside And see that they're responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide... Ya cram ya culture down my throat Say I'm inferior when I find that I choke Ya fill my mind with a false sense of history And then you wonder why I have no identity? Well I'll strike a match and it'll catch and Spread the insight we need A tiny fire, burning bright Shedding light on the darkness of greed A yes yes y'all And ya don't stop Shedding light on the darkness of greed A yes yes y'all And ya don't stop Shedding light on the darkness of greed |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Killing In The Name [single] (1997)
Greed!
Causing innocent blood to flow Entire culture, lost in the overthrow They came to seize and take whatever they please Then all they gave back was death and disease My people were left with no choice but to decide To conform to a system, responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide... Spoken: 'AIDS is killing the entire African nation And a vaccine is still supposedly under preparation But these governments, they don't mind the procrastination They say "We'll kill them off, take their land, and go there for vacation." My people's culture was strong, it was pure And if not for that white greed It would've endured My people were left with no choice but to decide To conform to a system Their souls encaged Their minds enslaved I feel the rage Its brutality can never be undone But the sun is not yet set The bass and drums and microphones a threat That's when ya investigate the crimes from the inside And see that they're responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide Responsible for genocide... You jam your culture down my throat Say I'm inferior when I find that I choke Ya fill my mind with a false sense of history And then you wonder why I have no identity? Well I'll strike a match and it'll catch and Spread the insight we need A tiny fire, burning bright Shedding light on the darkness of greed A yes yes y'all, and ya don't stop Shedding light on the darkness of greed A yes yes y'all, and ya don't stop Shedding light on the darkness of greed |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Renegades (2000)
Ah down on the street
where the faces shine Floatin around I'm a real low mind I see a pretty thing in a wall I see a pretty thing in a wall In a wall In a wall In a wall Uh Yeah Uh Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love A thousand eyes they look at you A thousand eyes they they look at you Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Yeah Yeah Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Yeah Yeah Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Yeah Yeah Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Oh Yeah Uh Where faces shine A real low mind Faces Shine faces shine A real low A real low A real low A real low A real low A real low A real low A real low Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Yeah Yeah Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Yeah Yeah |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Renegades (2000)
Ah down on the street
where the faces shine Floatin around I'm a real low mind I see a pretty thing in a wall I see a pretty thing in a wall In a wall In a wall In a wall Uh Yeah Uh Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love A thousand eyes they look at you A thousand eyes they they look at you Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Yeah Yeah Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Yeah Yeah Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Yeah Yeah Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Oh Yeah Uh Where faces shine A real low mind Faces Shine faces shine A real low A real low A real low A real low A real low A real low A real low A real low Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Yeah Yeah Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Yeah Yeah |
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from Rage Against The Machine - The Battle Of Los Angeles/ Renegades (2006)
Ah down on the street
where the faces shine Floatin around I'm a real low mind I see a pretty thing in a wall I see a pretty thing in a wall In a wall In a wall In a wall Uh Yeah Uh Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love A thousand eyes they look at you A thousand eyes they they look at you Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Yeah Yeah Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Yeah Yeah Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Yeah Yeah Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Oh Yeah Uh Where faces shine A real low mind Faces Shine faces shine A real low A real low A real low A real low A real low A real low A real low A real low Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Yeah Yeah Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Yeah Yeah |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Evil Empire (1996)
Yeah I'm rollin down Rodeo
wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin down Rodeo wit a shotgun Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight can't fight alone Funk tha track my verbs fly like tha family stone Tha pen devils set that stage for tha war at home Locked wit out a wage ya standin in tha drop zone The clockers born starin at an empty plate Momma's torn hands cover her sunken face We hungry but them belly full The structure is set ya neva change it with a ballot pull In tha ruins there's a network for tha toxic rock School yard ta precinct suburb ta project block Bosses broke south for new flesh and a factory floor The remains left chained to the powder war Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse So make a move and plead the fifth cause ya can't plead the first Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse So now I'm rollin down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one Yes I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin down Rodeo wit a shotgun Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas get romantic They ain't gonna send us campin like they did my man Fred Hampton Still we lampin still clockin dirt for our sweat A ballots dead so a bullet's what I get A thousand years they had tha tools We should be takin em Fuck tha G ride I want the machines that are makin em Our target straight wit a room full of armed pawn to Off tha kings out tha west side at dawn Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse Make a move and plead the fifth cause ya can't plead the first Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse So now I'm rollin down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one Yeah I'm rollin down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one Yeah I'm rollin down Rodeo wit a shotgun The rungs torn from the ladder can't reach the tumour One god one market one truth one consumer Just a quiet peaceful dance Just a quiet peaceful dance Just a quiet peaceful dance Just a quiet peaceful dance Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we'll never have Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we don't have |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Rage Against The Machine / Evil Empire (Coffret 2 CD) (2003)
Yeah I'm rollin down Rodeo
wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin down Rodeo wit a shotgun Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight can't fight alone Funk tha track my verbs fly like tha family stone Tha pen devils set that stage for tha war at home Locked wit out a wage ya standin in tha drop zone The clockers born starin at an empty plate Momma's torn hands cover her sunken face We hungry but them belly full The structure is set ya neva change it with a ballot pull In tha ruins there's a network for tha toxic rock School yard ta precinct suburb ta project block Bosses broke south for new flesh and a factory floor The remains left chained to the powder war Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse So make a move and plead the fifth cause ya can't plead the first Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse So now I'm rollin down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one Yes I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin down Rodeo wit a shotgun Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas get romantic They ain't gonna send us campin like they did my man Fred Hampton Still we lampin still clockin dirt for our sweat A ballots dead so a bullet's what I get A thousand years they had tha tools We should be takin em Fuck tha G ride I want the machines that are makin em Our target straight wit a room full of armed pawn to Off tha kings out tha west side at dawn Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse Make a move and plead the fifth cause ya can't plead the first Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse So now I'm rollin down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one Yeah I'm rollin down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one Yeah I'm rollin down Rodeo wit a shotgun The rungs torn from the ladder can't reach the tumour One god one market one truth one consumer Just a quiet peaceful dance Just a quiet peaceful dance Just a quiet peaceful dance Just a quiet peaceful dance Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we'll never have Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we don't have |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Rage Against The Machin (1992)
Huh!
Check it...uggh! Silence Something about silence makes me sick 'Cause silence can be violent Sorta like a slit wrist If the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button But if ya bowin' down Then let me do the cuttin' Some speak the sounds But speak in silent voices Like radio is silent Though it fills the air with noises Its transmissions bring submission As ya mold to the unreal And mad boy grips the microphone Wit' a fistful of steel Yeah...and mad mad boy grips the microphone Wit' a fistful of steel Wit' a fistful of steel ('Cause I know the power of the question) Wit' a fistful of steel Wit' a fistful of steel (And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question) It's time to flow like the fluid in ya veins If ya will it, I will spill it And ya out just as quick as ya came Not a silent one But a defiant one Never a normal one 'Cause I'm the bastard son With the visions of the move Vocals not to soothe But to ignite and put in flight My sense of militance Groovin', playin' this game called survival The status, the elite, the enemy, the rival The silent sheep slippin', riffin', trippin' Give ya a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin' Steppin' into the jam and I'm slammin' like Shaquille Mad boy grips the microphone Wit' a fistful of steel Yeah...and mad boy grips the microphone Wit' a fistful of steel Wit' a fistful of steel ('Cause I know the power of the question) Wit' a fistful of steel Wit' a fistful of steel (And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question) Ahh shit And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question And if the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button But if ya bowin' down Then let me do the cuttin` Yeah! Come on! A .44 full of bullets Face full of pale Eyes full of empty A stare full of nails The roulette ball rolls alone on the wheel A mind full of fire And a fistful of steel And if the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button But if ya bowin' down Then let me do the cuttin' Yeah! Wit' a fistful of steel! Come on! Uggh! Wit' a fistful of steel! Uggh! |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Rage Against The Machine / Evil Empire (Coffret 2 CD) (2003)
Check it uggh
Silence Something about silence makes me sick Cause silence can be violent Sorta like a slit wrist If the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button But if ya bowin down Then let me do the cuttin Some speak the sounds But speak in silent voices Like radio is silent Though it fills the air with noises Its transmissions bring submission As ya mold to the unreal And mad boy grips the microphone Wit'a fistful of steel Yeah and mad boy grips the microphone Wit'a fistful of steel Wit'a fistful of steel Cause I know the power of the question Wit'a fistful of steel Wit'a fistful of steel cause I know the power of the question It's time to flow like the fluid in ya veins If ya will it I will spill it And ya out just as quick as ya came Not a silent one But a defiant one Never a normal one Cause I'm the bastard son With the visions of the move Vocals not to soothe But to ignite and put in flight My sense of militance Groovin playin this game called survival The status the elite the enemy the rival The silent sheep slippin riffin trippin Give ya a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin Steppin into the jam and I'm slammin like Shaquille Mad boy grips the microphone Wit'a fistful of steel Yeah and mad boy grips the microphone Wit'a fistful of steel Wit'a fistful of steel Cause I know the power of the question Wit'a fistful of steel Wit'a fistful of steel Cause I know power of the question Ahh shit And I won't stop cause I know the power of the question And if the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button But if ya bowin'down Then let me do the cuttin Yeah Come on A 44 full of bullets Face full of pale Eyes full of empty A stare full of nails The roulette ball rolls along on the wheel A mind full of fire And a fistful of steel And if the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button But if ya bowin down Then let me do the cuttin Yeah Wit a fistful of steel Come on Uggh Wit'a fistful of steel Uggh |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Rage Against The Machin (1992)
Freedom
Freedom Uggh! Pump, pump.. Wah! 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 * Repeat 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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from Rage Against The Machine - Guerrilla Radio [single] (2000)
Solo I'm a soloist on a solo list
Al live never on a floppy disk Inka inka bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion Drawn up by the thoughts I think Come on 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 Anger is a gift 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 Anger is a gift Yeah Ugh Bring that shit |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Testify [single] (2000)
Solo I'm a soloist on a solo list
Al live never on a floppy disk Inka inka bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion Drawn up by the thoughts I think Come on 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 Anger is a gift 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 Anger is a gift Yeah Ugh Bring that shit |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Rage Against The Machine / Evil Empire (Coffret 2 CD) (2003)
Solo I'm a soloist on a solo list
Al live never on a floppy disk Inka inka bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion Drawn up by the thoughts I think Come on 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 Anger is a gift 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 Anger is a gift Yeah Ugh Bring that shit |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Live At The Grand Olympic... [video, live] (2003)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - The Battle Of Los Angeles/ Renegades (2006)
Man walks along a railroad track
He goin' someplace and there's no turnin' back Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge Shelter line stretchin' around the corner Welcome to the new world of order Families sleeping in their cars in the Southwest No job, no home, no peace, no rest No rest! The highway is alive tonight Nobody's foolin' nobody about is where it goes I'm sitting down here in the campfire light Searching for the Ghost of Tom Joad He pulls his prayer book out of his sleeping bag The preacher lights up a budd and takes a drag He waiting for the time when the last shall be first and the first shall be last In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass With a one-way ticket to the promised land With a hole in your belly and gun in your hand Lookin' for a pillow of solid rock Bathin' in the city aqueduct The highway is alive tonight Nobody's foolin' nobody about is where it goes I'm sitting down here in the campfire light With the Ghost of old Tom Joad Now Tom said Mom, wherever ya see a cop beatin' a guy Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries Wherever there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air Look for me Mom, I'll be there Wherever somebody's strugglin' for a place to stand For a decent job or a helpin' hand Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free Look in their eyes Mom you'll see me. Well the highway is alive tonight Nobody's foolin' nobody about is where it goes I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light With the ghost of Tom Joad |
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from Rage Against The Machine - The Battle Of Los Angeles (1999)
Transmission
third world war third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground no shelter if you're looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As tha polls close like a casket On truth devoured A silent play on the shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The camera's eye on choice disguised Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil A spectacle monopolized They hold the reins and stole your eyes The fistagons 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 guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out guerrilla radio Contact I highjacked the frequencies Blockin the beltway Move on DC |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Guerrilla Radio [single] (1999)
Transmission
third world war third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground no shelter if you're looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As tha polls close like a casket On truth devoured A silent play on the shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The camera's eye on choice disguised Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil A spectacle monopolized They hold the reins and stole your eyes The fistagons 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 guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out guerrilla radio Contact I highjacked the frequencies Blockin the beltway Move on DC |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Guerrilla Radio [single] (1999)
Transmission third world war third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground no shelter if you're looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As tha polls close like a casket On truth devoured A silent play on the shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The camera's eye on choice disguised Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil A spectacle monopolized They hold the reins and stole your eyes The fistagons 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 guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out guerrilla radio Contact I highjacked the frequencies Blockin the beltway Move on DC |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Testify [single] (2000)
Transmission
third world war third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground no shelter if you're looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As tha polls close like a casket On truth devoured A silent play on the shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The camera's eye on choice disguised Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil A spectacle monopolized They hold the reins and stole your eyes The fistagons 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 guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out guerrilla radio Contact I highjacked the frequencies Blockin the beltway Move on DC |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Live At The Grand Olympic... [video, live] (2003)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - The Battle Of Los Angeles/ Renegades (2006)
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 A silent play on 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 An 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 now All hell cant stop us now |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Guerrilla Radio [single] (2000)
Transmission
third world war third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground no shelter if you're looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As tha polls close like a casket On truth devoured A silent play on the shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The camera's eye on choice disguised Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil A spectacle monopolized They hold the reins and stole your eyes The fistagons 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 guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out guerrilla radio Turn that shit up Lights out guerrilla radio Contact I highjacked the frequencies Blockin the beltway Move on DC |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Renegades (2000)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - Renegades (2000)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - Renegades (2000)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - Live At The Grand Olympic... [video, live] (2003)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - The Battle Of Los Angeles/ Renegades (2006)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - Renegades (2000)
Coolin on the scene like a horse in a stable
A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable I stepped back, like it wasn't no thing I Punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring I had an ace in the hole when it came to that Yo Z you was packin? You know was strapped Posse kept rollin it was hard to get with 'em So I stepped back, and unbuttoned my Lee denim They kept coming, just like I figured So I stepped back, and started sprayin niggaz What a way to go out, out like a sucker But I'm on track, like a Long Island train that can head up your mission, suckers who be dissing Always on my jock like a snake always hissing Grabbing and tapping me like Luther Vandross Take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast Givin best wishes to the best MC And when the spot is blown and yo you know it's me Because I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin Because I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin Because I'm housin Because I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Coolin' at a party, no better yet disco Head feelin' mellow from a bottle of Cisco Move... To crush and fry a sucker MC like crisco Gimme the cue, check one two Don't try to come off on me, because you doo-doo You treatin me the Z to the D, like a stepchild Let me tell you homeboy you're livin foul MC's, you know who you are On the bandwagon Why Z? Cuz you a star This is the year when the joker's are wild When a fag can't hack it and try to bite your style I get hip to the scheme, before it happens If it gets wild, then I start cappin But for now, since everything's calm Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Because I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin Because I'm housin C'mon Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Because I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Because I'm housin Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin) Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin) Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin) Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin) 'Cause I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Renegades (2000)
Coolin on the scene
like a horse in a stable A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable I stepped back like it wasn't no thing I Punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring I had an ace in the hole when it came to that Yo Z you was packin You know was strapped Posse kept rollin it was hard to get with em So I stepped back and unbuttoned my Lee denim They kept coming just like I figured So I stepped back and started sprayin niggaz What a way to go out out like a sucker But I'm on track like a Long Island train that can head up your mission suckers who be dissing Always on my jock like a snake always hissing Grabbing and tapping me like Luther Vandross Take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast Givin best wishes to the best MC And when the spot is blown and yo you know it's me Because I'm housin Cause I'm housin Because I'm housin Cause I'm housin Because I'm housin Because I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Coolin at a party no better yet disco Head feelin mellow from a bottle of Cisco Move To crush and fry a sucker MC like crisco Gimme the cue check one two Don't try to come off on me because you You treatin me the Z to the D like a stepchild Let me tell you homeboy you're livin foul MC's you know who you are On the bandwagon Why Z Cuz you a star This is the year when the joker's are wild When a fag can't hack it and try to bite your style I get hip to the scheme before it happens If it gets wild then I start cappin But for now since everything's calm Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Because I'm housin Cause I'm housin Cause I'm housin Cause I'm housin Because I'm housin C'mon Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Because I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Relate to the matter relate to the matter relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Relate to the matter relate to the matter relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Relate to the matter relate to the matter relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Relate to the matter relate to the matter relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Cause I'm housin |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Live At The Grand Olympic... [video, live] (2003)
Coolin on the scene like a horse in a stable
A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable I stepped back, like it wasn't no thing I Punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring I had an ace in the hole when it came to that Yo Z you was packin? You know was strapped Posse kept rollin it was hard to get with 'em So I stepped back, and unbuttoned my Lee denim They kept coming, just like I figured So I stepped back, and started sprayin niggaz What a way to go out, out like a sucker But I'm on track, like a Long Island train that can head up your mission, suckers who be dissing Always on my jock like a snake always hissing Grabbing and tapping me like Luther Vandross Take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast Givin best wishes to the best MC And when the spot is blown and yo you know it's me Because I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin Because I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin Because I'm housin Because I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Coolin' at a party, no better yet disco Head feelin' mellow from a bottle of Cisco Move... To crush and fry a sucker MC like crisco Gimme the cue, check one two Don't try to come off on me, because you doo-doo You treatin me the Z to the D, like a stepchild Let me tell you homeboy you're livin foul MC's, you know who you are On the bandwagon Why Z? Cuz you a star This is the year when the joker's are wild When a fag can't hack it and try to bite your style I get hip to the scheme, before it happens If it gets wild, then I start cappin But for now, since everything's calm Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Because I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin Because I'm housin C'mon Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Because I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Because I'm housin Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin) Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin) Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin) Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin) 'Cause I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin |
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from Rage Against The Machine - The Battle Of Los Angeles/ Renegades (2006)
Coolin on the scene like a horse in a stable
A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable I stepped back, like it wasn't no thing I Punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring I had an ace in the hole when it came to that Yo Z you was packin? You know was strapped Posse kept rollin it was hard to get with 'em So I stepped back, and unbuttoned my Lee denim They kept coming, just like I figured So I stepped back, and started sprayin niggaz What a way to go out, out like a sucker But I'm on track, like a Long Island train that can head up your mission, suckers who be dissing Always on my jock like a snake always hissing Grabbing and tapping me like Luther Vandross Take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast Givin best wishes to the best MC And when the spot is blown and yo you know it's me Because I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin Because I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin Because I'm housin Because I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Coolin' at a party, no better yet disco Head feelin' mellow from a bottle of Cisco Move... To crush and fry a sucker MC like crisco Gimme the cue, check one two Don't try to come off on me, because you doo-doo You treatin me the Z to the D, like a stepchild Let me tell you homeboy you're livin foul MC's, you know who you are On the bandwagon Why Z? Cuz you a star This is the year when the joker's are wild When a fag can't hack it and try to bite your style I get hip to the scheme, before it happens If it gets wild, then I start cappin But for now, since everything's calm Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Because I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin Because I'm housin C'mon Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Because I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Because I'm housin Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin) Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin) Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin) Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin) 'Cause I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Renegades (2000)
You tell me you like the taste
You just need an excuse You tell me it calms your nerves You just think it lookscool You tell me you want to be different You just change for the same You tell me it's only natural You just need the proof Did you fucking get it? It's in my eyes It's in my eyes And it doesn't look that way to me In my eyes You tell me that nothing matters You're just fucking scared You tell me that I'm better You just hate yourself You tell me that you like her You just wish you did You tell me that I make no difference Well at least I'm fucking trying What the fuck have you done? It's in my eyes It's in my eyes And it doesn't look that way to me In my eyes |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Renegades (2000)
You tell me you like the taste
You just need an excuse You tell me it calms your nerves You just think it lookscool You tell me you want to be different You just change for the same You tell me it's only natural You just need the proof Did you fucking get it? It's in my eyes It's in my eyes And it doesn't look that way to me In my eyes You tell me that nothing matters You're just fucking scared You tell me that I'm better You just hate yourself You tell me that you like her You just wish you did You tell me that I make no difference Well at least I'm fucking trying What the fuck have you done? It's in my eyes It's in my eyes And it doesn't look that way to me In my eyes |
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from Rage Against The Machine - The Battle Of Los Angeles/ Renegades (2006)
You tell me you like the taste
You just need an excuse You tell me it calms your nerves You just think it lookscool You tell me you want to be different You just change for the same You tell me it's only natural You just need the proof Did you fucking get it? It's in my eyes It's in my eyes And it doesn't look that way to me In my eyes You tell me that nothing matters You're just fucking scared You tell me that I'm better You just hate yourself You tell me that you like her You just wish you did You tell me that I make no difference Well at least I'm fucking trying What the fuck have you done? It's in my eyes It's in my eyes And it doesn't look that way to me In my eyes |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Renegades (2000)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - Renegades (2000)
Oh Right
We're gonna kick 'em out Well I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now baby we all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy I know how you want it when you got it tight The girls can't stand it when you do it right When they're up on the stand Let me kick out the jams Kick out the jams I gotta kick 'em out Well I'm startin' to sweat You know my shirt's all wet What a feelin' now baby And song that abounds and Resounds and rebounds straight off on a ceiling You gotta have it baby You can't do without When you get the feelin' You've gotta kick 'em out Put that mic in my hand And let me kick out the jams Kick out the jams we gotta kick 'em out Alright Alright Alright Uh gotta keep get it up You know you can't get enough Mr Canzy' Cause it gets in your brain And it drives you insane all looking frenzy A liga nigga troll and the crash on the tromp If you wanna keep on rockin' till the morning comes Let me be who I am And let me kick out the jams Yeah Kick out the jams We're gonna kick 'em out |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Renegades (2000)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - Live At The Grand Olympic... [video, live] (2003)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - Live At The Grand Olympic... [video, live] (2003)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - The Battle Of Los Angeles/ Renegades (2006)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - Rage Against The Machin (1992)
Killing in the name of
Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Huh! Killing in the name of Killing in the name of And now you do what they told ya (12 times) 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 bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Uh Killing in the name of Killing in the name of And now you do what they told ya (4 times) And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control (7 times) 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 Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me (8 times building to a shout) Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me (8 times screamed/shouted) Mother fucker |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Killing In The Name [single] (1997)
Killing in the name of
Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Killing in the name of Killing in the name of And now you do what they told ya But now you do what they told ya Well 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 And now you do what they told ya But now you do what they told ya Well 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 bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses 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 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 Mother fucker |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Rage Against The Machine / Evil Empire (Coffret 2 CD) (2003)
Killing in the name of
Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Killing in the name of Killing in the name of And now you do what they told ya But now you do what they told ya Well 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 And now you do what they told ya But now you do what they told ya Well 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 bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses 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 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 Mother fucker |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Live At The Grand Olympic... [video, live] (2003)
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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from Rage Against The Machine - Live At The Grand Olympic... [video, live] (2003)
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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from Grand Theft Auto [ost] (2004)
Killing in the name of
Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Killing in the name of Killing in the name of And now you do what they told ya But now you do what they told ya Well 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 And now you do what they told ya But now you do what they told ya Well 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 bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses 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 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 Mother fucker |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Rage Against The Machin (1992)
Know Your Enemy
Huh! Yeah, we're comin' back then with another bombtrack Think ya know what it's all about Huh! Hey yo, so check this out Yeah! Know your enemy! Come on! Born with insight and a raised fist A witness to the slit wrist, that's with As we move into '92 Still in a room without a view Ya got to know Ya got to know That when I say go, go, go Amp up and amplify Defy I'm a brother with a furious mind Action must be taken We don't need the key We'll break in Something must be done About vengeance, a badge and a gun 'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage against 'em Fist in ya face, in the place And I'll drop the style clearly Know your enemy...Know your enemy! Yeah! Hey yo, and dick with this...uggh! Word is born Fight the war, fuck the norm Now I got no patience So sick of complacence With the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E Mind of a revolutionary So clear the lane The finger to the land of the chains What? The land of the free? Whoever told you that is your enemy? Now something must be done About vengeance, a badge and a gun 'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage against 'em Now action must be taken We don't need the key We'll break in I've got no patience now So sick of complacence now I've got no patience now So sick of complacence now Sick of sick of sick of sick of you Time has come to pay... Know your enemy! Come on! Yes I know my enemies They're the teachers who taught me to fight me Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite All of which are American dreams (8 times) |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Rage Against The Machine / Evil Empire (Coffret 2 CD) (2003)
Yeah we're comin' back
then with another bombtrack Think ya know what it's all about Hey yo so check this out Know your enemy Come on Born with insight and a raised fist A witness to the slit wrist that's with As we move into 92 Still in a room without a view Ya got to know Ya got to know That when I say go go go Amp up and amplify Defy I'm a brother with a furious mind Action must be taken We don't need the key We'll break in Something must be done About vengeance a badge and a gun 'Cause I'll rip the mike rip the stage rip the system I was born to rage against 'em Fist in ya face in the place And I'll drop the style clearly Know your enemy Know your enemy Hey yo and dick with this Word is born Fight the war fuck the norm Now I got no patience So sick of complacence With the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E Mind of a revolutionary So clear the lane The finger to the land of the chains What The land of the free Whoever told you that is your enemy Now something must be done About vengeance a badge and a gun 'Cause I'll rip the mike rip the stage rip the system I was born to rage against 'em Now action must be taken We don't need the key We'll break in I've got no patience now So sick of complacence now I've got no patience now So sick of complacence now Sick of sick of sick of sick of you Time has come to pay Know your enemy Come on Yes I know my enemies They're the teachers who taught me to fight me Compromise conformity assimilation submission Ignorance hypocrisy brutality the elite All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Live At The Grand Olympic... [video, live] (2003)
Huh!
Yeah, we're comin' back then with another bombtrack Think ya know what it's all about Huh! Hey yo, so check this out Yeah! Know your enemy! Come on! Born with insight and a raised fist A witness to the slit wrist, that's with As we move into '92 Still in a room without a view Ya got to know Ya got to know That when I say go, go, go Amp up and amplify Defy I'm a brother with a furious mind Action must be taken We don't need the key We'll break in Something must be done About vengeance, a badge and a gun 'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage against 'em Fist in ya face, in the place And I'll drop the style clearly Know your enemy...Know your enemy! Yeah! Hey yo, and dick with this...uggh! Word is born Fight the war, fuck the norm Now I got no patience So sick of complacence With the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E Mind of a revolutionary So clear the lane The finger to the land of the chains What? The land of the free? Whoever told you that is your enemy Now something must be done About vengeance, a badge and a gun 'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage against 'em Now action must be taken We don't need the key We'll break in I've got no patience now So sick of complacence now I've got no patience now So sick of complacence now Sick of sick of sick of sick of you Time has come to pay... Know your enemy! Come on! Yes I know my enemies They're the teachers who taught me to fight me Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite All of which are American dreams (8 times) All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams All of which are American dreams |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Renegades (2000)
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well, I wake up in the morning Fold my hands and pray for rain. I got a head full of ideas That are drivin' me insane It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor I ain't gonna work on, nah I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more nah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more Well, he hands you a nickel And he hands you a dime And he asks you with a grin If you're havin' a good time Then he fines you every time you slam the door I ain't gonna work for, nah I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more Well, he puts his cigar Out in your face just for kicks His bedroom window It is made out of bricks The National Guard stands around his door I ain't gonna work, nah I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more Well, she talks to all the servants About man and God and law And everybody says Shes the brains behind pa Shes sixty-eight, but she says shes twenty-four I ain't gonna work for, nah I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well I try my best To be just like I am But everybody wants you To be just like them They sing while they slave and just get bored I ain't gonna work on, nah I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Renegades (2000)
I ain't gonna work on
Maggie's farm no more No I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well I wake up in the morning Fold my hands and pray for rain I got a head full of ideas That are drivin me insane It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor I ain't gonna work on nah I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more Nah I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more Well he hands you a nickel And he hands you a dime And he asks you with a grin If you're havin a good time Then he fines you every time you slam the door I ain't gonna work for nah ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more No I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more Well he puts his cigar Out in your face just for kicks His bedroom window It is made out of bricks The National Guard stands around his door I ain't gonna work for nah I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more No I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more Well she talks to all the servants About man and God and law And everybody says Shes the brains behind pa Shes sixty eight but she says shes twenty four I ain't gonna work for nah I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more No I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well I try my best To be just like I am But everybody wants you To be just like them They sing while they slave and just get bored I ain't gonna work on nah I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more |
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from Rage Against The Machine - The Battle Of Los Angeles/ Renegades (2006)
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well, I wake up in the morning Fold my hands and pray for rain. I got a head full of ideas That are drivin' me insane It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor I ain't gonna work on, nah I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more nah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more Well, he hands you a nickel And he hands you a dime And he asks you with a grin If you're havin' a good time Then he fines you every time you slam the door I ain't gonna work for, nah I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more Well, he puts his cigar Out in your face just for kicks His bedroom window It is made out of bricks The National Guard stands around his door I ain't gonna work, nah I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more Well, she talks to all the servants About man and God and law And everybody says Shes the brains behind pa Shes sixty-eight, but she says shes twenty-four I ain't gonna work for, nah I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well I try my best To be just like I am But everybody wants you To be just like them They sing while they slave and just get bored I ain't gonna work on, nah I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more |
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from Rage Against The Machine - The Battle Of Los Angeles (1999)
Tha sun ablaze as Marias foot
Touches the surface of sand On Northern Land As human contraband Some Rico from Jalisco Passed her name to tha boss She stuffed ten to a truckbed She clutches her cross Here come tha exhaust And it rips through her lungs Shes off fast to tha pasture Like cattle shell cross Degree 106 Sweat and vomit are thrown And she prays and suffocates Upon the memories of home Of Yanqui guns for blood debts on the loans Of smoldering fields rape rubble and bones Of graves hidden trapped up in visions of war Of nothing no one nobody no more These are her mountains and skies and she radiates And through historys rivers of blood she regenerates And like tha sun disappears only to reappear Shes eternally here Her time is near Never conquered but here To tear away at the mask And now she got a quota Tha needle and thread crucifixion Sold and shipped across tha new line of Mason Dixon Rippin through denim Tha point an inch from her vein Tha foreman approach His steps now pound in her brain His presence it terrifies And eclipses her days No minutes to rest No moments to pray And with a whisper He whips her Her soul changed to his will My job is to kill if you forget to take your pill Her arm jerks Tha sisters gather round her and scream As If in a dream Eyes on the crimson stream Numb as her wrists spit shots of blood to tha floor I am nothing no one nobody no more These are her mountains and skies and she radiates And through historys rivers of blood she regenerates And like tha sun disappears only to reappear Maria she's eternally here Her time is near Never conquered but here No minutes to rest No moments to pray No minutes to rest No moments to pray No minutes to rest No moments to pray |
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from Rage Against The Machine - The Battle Of Los Angeles/ Renegades (2006)
The sun ablaze as Maria's foot
Touches the surface of sand On northern land As human contraband Some rico from Jalisco Passed her name to tha boss She stuffed ten to a truckbed She clutches her cross Here comes tha exhaust And it rips through her lungs She's off fast to tha pasture Like cattle she'll cross Degree 106 Sweat and vomit are thrown And she prays and suffocates Upon the memories of her home Of Yanqui guns for blood debts on tha loans Of smoldering fields rape rubble and bones Of graves hidden trapped up in visions of war Of nothing no on nobody no more These are her mountains and skies and she radiates And through history's rivers of blood she regenerates And like tha sun disappears only to reappear She's eternally here Her time is near Never conquered but here To tear away at tha mask And now she got a quota Tha needle and thread crucifixion Sold and shipped across tha new line of Mason Dixon Rippin' through denim Tha point an inch from her vein Tha foreman approach His steps now pound in her brain His presence it terrifies And eclipses her days No minutes to rest No moment to pray And with a whisper He whips her Her soul chained to his will "My job is a kill if you forget to take your pill" Her arms jerks Tha sisters gather her and scream As if in a dream Eyes on tha crimson stream Numb as her wrists spit shots of blood to tha floor Of nothing no one nobody no more These are her mountains and skies and she radiates And through history's a rivers of blood she regenerates And like tha sun disappears only to reappears Maria she's eternally here Her time is near Never conquered but here |
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from Rage Against The Machine - The Battle Of Los Angeles (1999)
Wait a minute now
Ha Aha Cmon Wait a minute now Check To tha young r to tha e tha b to tha e tha l Never give up just live up Fed upon America I be spittin it up Rippin it up Even amount in each cup To my brothers burning bare feet on black top Whose curled neath tha shadows From the gaze of the cops Whose huntin for 9 to 5s through factory locks Is now hunted on this modern day auction block Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker what Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker what Te te te te te Huh Back in Flexin and mashin With complex text Fast and in a fashion That snap back necks Quicker than a fed cash tha company checks Huh I be tha fire only Marley could catch Yes I be tha flame in tha cellar beware Where nameless cold millions gaspin for air Tha naked and wageless Scream within cages huh They make you pull your shit Just to get your share what Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker what Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker what Huh go Huh go Huh go Huh go Huh go Huh go Huh go Huh go Huh go Huh go Huh go Huh go Huh go Huh go Welcome down with the warrior sound Uh With this mic device I spit nonfiction Who got tha power This be my question Tha mass of tha few In this torn nation Tha priest tha book or tha congregation Politricks who rob and hold down your zone Or those who give tha thieves tha key to their homes Tha pig whos free to murder one Shucklak Or survivors who make a move and murder one back This mic device I spit nonfiction Who got tha power This be my question Tha mass of tha few In this torn nation Tha priest tha book or tha congregation Politricks who rob and hold down your zone Or those who give tha thieves tha key to their homes Tha pig whos free to murder one Shucklak Or survivors who make a move and murder one back Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker what Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker Mic Check Ha Aha I be the anti myth rhythm rock shocker what |
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from Rage Against The Machine - The Battle Of Los Angeles/ Renegades (2006)
To tha young r to tha e tha b to tha e tha l
Never give up just live up Fed upon America We be spittin' it up Rippin' it up For an even amount in each cup To my brothers burning bare feet on black top Whose curled 'neath tha shadows Form tha gaze of the cops Whose huntin' for 9 to 5's through factory locks Is now hunted on this modern day auction block Flexin' and mashin' With complex text Fast and in a fashion That snap back necks Quicker than a fed cash tha company checks Come with tha fire only Marley could catch This be tha flame in tha cellar beware Nameless cold millions gaspin' for air Those naked and wageless Now scream within cages They make you pull your shit Just to get your share With this mic device I spit nonfiction Who got tha power This be my question Tha mass of the few In this torn nation? Tha priest tha book or tha congregation? Tha politricks who rob and hold down your zone? Or those who give tha thieves tha key to their homes? Tha pig who's free to murder one Shucklak Or survivors who make a move and murder one back? |
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from Rage Against The Machine - Renegades (2000)
Yo I was a fiend before
I became a teen I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream Music orientated so when hip hop was originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles complicated Shot grabbed the mic and try to say Yes y'all They tried to take it and say that I'm too small Cool Cause I don't get upset I kick a hole in the speaker pull the plug then I jet Back to the lab without a mic to grab So then I add all the rhymes I had One after the another one then I make another one To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine But I don't need a cigarette know what I mean I'm raging ripping up the stage and Don't it sound amazing cause every rhyme is made and Thought of Cuz it's sort of an addiction Magnatized by the mixing E F F E C T A smooth operator operating correctly An E F F E C T A smooth operator operating correctly E F F E C T A smooth operator operating correctly An E F F E C T A smooth operator operating correctly But back to the problem I gotta habit You can't solve it you silly rabbit The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when I fiend for a microphone like heroin Soon as the bass kicks I need a fix Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of unawareness Beware it's the reanamator A menace to a microphone a lethal weapon An assasinator if the people ain't stepping You see a part of me that you never seen When I'm fiending for a microphone Cause I take it to the maximum I can't relax see I'm Hype as a hyperchrondriac cause the rap be one Hell of a antidote something you can't smoke More than dope you're trying to move away but you can't you're broke More than cracked up you should have backed up For those who act up need to be more than smacked up E F F E C T A smooth operator operating correctly An E F F E C T A smooth operator operating correctly An E F F E C T A smooth operator operating correctly An E F F E C T A smooth operator operating correctly A smooth operator operating correctly A smooth operator operating correctly A smooth operator operating correctly A smooth operator operating correctly Uh Music orientated so when hip hop was originated originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles complicated complicated Music orientated so when hip hop was originated originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles complicated complicated Music orientated so when hip hop was originated originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles complicated complicated Music orientated so when hip hop was originated originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles complicated complicated Music orientated so when hip hop was originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles complicated Music orientated so when hip hop was originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles complicated Cause I'm an E F F E C T A smooth operator operating correctly An E F F E C T A smooth operator operating correctly An E F F E C T A smooth operator operating correctly An E F F E C T A smooth operator operating correctly A smooth operator operating correctly A smooth operator operating correctly A smooth operator operating correctly Cause I'm an E F F E C T |
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