Uggh!
Pull, pull
Wuh!
Come on!
Uggh!
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
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?
Anger is a gift
Come on!
Uggh!
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 you know 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
Freedom, Freedom, yeah right
Autologic lyrics - Rage Against The Machine
C'mon!
Go...go...go...ugh..
Go...go...go...go...
Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C (go...go...go...go...)
Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C (go...go...go...go...)
Hey! (go...go...go...go...)
Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C (go...go...go...go...)
C'mon (go...go...go...go...)
Drop auto logic
You thought you could get wit'
Me and Tommy hittin' man
Cold dropped a smash hit
Angry as a battery
Back in the funk
'Cuz I'm not frontin'
Commin' upon the stage I'll say ya somethin'
Clear as a project
The style is hectic
Guess I'm left with
A system sceptic
The truths I'm droppin'
From the pulpit I'm yellin'
Inspired by gunshots from a township rebellion
Word is a rough mix
Sign of justice
The rhyme is allowed 'cuz you can't philabust this
Style I'll catch ya
I'll catch ya the rapture
Ya murdered my level head
Ya know that I have to...
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic
Auto logic
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic
Stop before you take a wrong turn
Stop before you step up on the stage and get burned
Stop and just listen
I'm dismissing competition with decisions
So I guess you'll have to listen and learn
Creative
So what ya gonna do?
Ain't no fading
So what ya gonna do?
Grab the microphone and say a check one two
The kid's solo
Unafraid of any crew
'Cuz I'm the type of mother with the maddest
Status
Statue or poll
Paid in full
No bull never dull
Always in control
Taking no shit like I was Manute Boll
Ugh...huh...huh
Awww ya...
It goes a just like that...ya...
Now break it down...
Auto logic
On auto pilot
Silence equals death
And death equals silence
The crew that doesn't choose to speak their mind
Is a crew that looses power over time
And now that ya finally woke up
Yo wish your mother fuckin' ass would have spoke up
Voices in full
The balled of the bullet
The mic is a trigger and I pull it
Droppin' and smashin'
Thrashin' and bashin' the set
Mentally and spiritually correct
Back!...and ya know it's a treat
'Cuz every time I step ya know I won't forget ta...
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic
Auto logic
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic
Auto logic (go...go...go...go...)
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic
Auto logic (go...go...go...go...)
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic
C'mon
Go...go...go...ugh..
Go...go...go...go...
Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C (go...go...go...go...)
Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C (go...go...go...go...)
Hey! (go...go...go...go...)
Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C (go...go...go...go...)
C'mon (go...go...go...go...)
Drop auto logic
You thought you could get wit'
Me and Tommy hittin' man
Cold dropped a smash hit
Angry as a battery
Back in the funk
'Cuz I'm not frontin'
Commin' upon the stage I'll say ya somethin'
Clear as a project
The style is hectic
Guess I'm left with
A system sceptic
The truths I'm droppin'
From the pulpit I'm yellin'
Inspired by gunshots from a township rebellion
Word is a rough mix
Sign of justice
The rhyme is allowed 'cuz you can't philabust this
Style I'll catch ya
I'll catch ya the rapture
Ya murdered my level head
Ya know that I have to...
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic
Auto logic
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic
Stop before you take a wrong turn
Stop before you step up on the stage and get burned
Stop and just listen
I'm dismissing competition with decisions
So I guess you'll have to listen and learn
Creative
So what ya gonna do?
Ain't no fading
So what ya gonna do?
Grab the microphone and say a check one two
The kid's solo
Unafraid of any crew
'Cuz I'm the type of mother with the maddest
Status
Statue or poll
Paid in full
No bull never dull
Always in control
Taking no shit like I was Manute Boll
Ugh...huh...huh
Awww ya...
It goes a just like that...ya...
Now break it down...
Auto logic
On auto pilot
Silence equals death
And death equals silence
The crew that doesn't choose to speak their mind
Is a crew that looses power over time
And now that ya finally woke up
Yo wish your mother fuckin' ass would have spoke up
Voices in full
The balled of the bullet
The mic is a trigger and I pull it
Droppin' and smashin'
Thrashin' and bashin' the set
Mentally and spiritually correct
Back!...and ya know it's a treat
'Cuz every time I step ya know I won't forget ta...
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic
Auto logic
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic
Auto logic (go...go...go...go...)
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic
Auto logic (go...go...go...go...)
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic
C'mon
Can't Kill The Revolution lyrics - Rage Against The Machine
[Maynard:]
Living on the street shores
He didn't learn and wanted children
Said, "What is there left to stay alive for?"
He doesn't wanna see it..
[Maynard:]
He didn't wanna deal with it
Here they come, feelings that come as natural
Whatever left, he considered a loss, y'all
He doesn't wanna see it...
[Maynard:]
Running away, getting some kinda cure
"What is there left to keep him alive?" she said
Give him your love, give him your love to save him
Give him your love, give him your love to save him
[Maynard:]
Give him your love, give him your love to save him
Don't run away, give him your love to save him
Give him your love, give him your love to save him
Give him your love...
[Zack 2x:]
You can kill the revolutionary
But you can't kill the revolution
[Zack & Maynard 2x:]
You can kill the revolutionary
But you can't kill the revolution
[Zack:]
Lies, negative indoctrination of our good selves
Promote feelings of such hopelessness, powerlessness
Suicide or a slower death from addiction
seemed to be the only way to stop the pain
[Maynard:]
Running...
[Zack:]
Lies, negative indoctrination of our good selves
Promote feelings of such hopelessness, powerlessness Suicide or a slower death from addiction
seemed to be the only way to stop the pain
[Zack:]
Suicide seemed to be the only way to stop the pain
Suicide seemed to be the only way to stop the pain
[Zack 2x:]
You can kill the revolutionary
But you can't kill the revolution
[Zack & Maynard 4x:]
You can kill the revolutionary
But you can't kill the revolution
Living on the street shores
He didn't learn and wanted children
Said, "What is there left to stay alive for?"
He doesn't wanna see it..
[Maynard:]
He didn't wanna deal with it
Here they come, feelings that come as natural
Whatever left, he considered a loss, y'all
He doesn't wanna see it...
[Maynard:]
Running away, getting some kinda cure
"What is there left to keep him alive?" she said
Give him your love, give him your love to save him
Give him your love, give him your love to save him
[Maynard:]
Give him your love, give him your love to save him
Don't run away, give him your love to save him
Give him your love, give him your love to save him
Give him your love...
[Zack 2x:]
You can kill the revolutionary
But you can't kill the revolution
[Zack & Maynard 2x:]
You can kill the revolutionary
But you can't kill the revolution
[Zack:]
Lies, negative indoctrination of our good selves
Promote feelings of such hopelessness, powerlessness
Suicide or a slower death from addiction
seemed to be the only way to stop the pain
[Maynard:]
Running...
[Zack:]
Lies, negative indoctrination of our good selves
Promote feelings of such hopelessness, powerlessness Suicide or a slower death from addiction
seemed to be the only way to stop the pain
[Zack:]
Suicide seemed to be the only way to stop the pain
Suicide seemed to be the only way to stop the pain
[Zack 2x:]
You can kill the revolutionary
But you can't kill the revolution
[Zack & Maynard 4x:]
You can kill the revolutionary
But you can't kill the revolution
Clamp Down lyrics - Rage Against The Machine
Clamp down
What are we gonna do now?
Yeah, Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew?
Cause they're working for the clampdown
They put up a poster saying we earn more than you!
When we're working for the clampdown
We will teach our twisted speech
To the young believers
We will train our blue-eyed men
To be young believers
The judge said five to ten-but I say double that again
I'm not working for the clamp down
No man born with a living soul
Can be working for the clampdown
Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall
How can you refuse it?
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
D'you know that you can use it?
The voices in your head are calling
Stop wasting your time boy there's nothing coming
Only a fool would think somebody could save you
The men at the factory are old and cunning
You don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin'
It's the best years of your life they want to steal
You grow up and you calm down
You're working for the clampdown
You start wearing the blue and brown
You're working for the clampdown
So you got someone to boss around
It makes you feel big now
You drift until you brutalize
Take your gun, kill now
In these days of evil presidentes
Working for the clampdown
But lately one or two has fully paid their due
For working for the clampdown
But ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!
waiting to be nothing now
waiting to be nothing now
c'mon
oww shit
What are we gonna do now?
Yeah, Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew?
Cause they're working for the clampdown
They put up a poster saying we earn more than you!
When we're working for the clampdown
We will teach our twisted speech
To the young believers
We will train our blue-eyed men
To be young believers
The judge said five to ten-but I say double that again
I'm not working for the clamp down
No man born with a living soul
Can be working for the clampdown
Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall
How can you refuse it?
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
D'you know that you can use it?
The voices in your head are calling
Stop wasting your time boy there's nothing coming
Only a fool would think somebody could save you
The men at the factory are old and cunning
You don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin'
It's the best years of your life they want to steal
You grow up and you calm down
You're working for the clampdown
You start wearing the blue and brown
You're working for the clampdown
So you got someone to boss around
It makes you feel big now
You drift until you brutalize
Take your gun, kill now
In these days of evil presidentes
Working for the clampdown
But lately one or two has fully paid their due
For working for the clampdown
But ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!
waiting to be nothing now
waiting to be nothing now
c'mon
oww shit
Clear The Lane lyrics - Rage Against The Machine
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 governments 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 challenge, 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 sound 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
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 governments 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 challenge, 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 sound 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
Darkness lyrics - Rage Against The Machine
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 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.
Yeah!
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 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.
Yeah!
Fuck The Police lyrics - Rage Against The Machine
Good Evening,
We want to just quickly send a nice friendly message
to uh, Fraternal Order of Police in Philadelphia.
Here's something nice and friendly,
Here's something nice and friendly,
Here's something nice and friendly,
and it goes something like this.
Fuck tha police,
Comin straight from the underground.
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown,
And not the other color so police think,
They have the authority to kill a minority.
Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one,
For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun,
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail.
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell.
Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager,
With a little bit of gold and a pager.
Searchin my car, lookin for the product.
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics.
You'd rather see me in the pen,
Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo.
Beat tha police outta shape,
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape,
To mark off the scene of the slaughter.
No controller, bread and water.
A young nigga on a warpath,
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath,
Of cops, dyin in L. A.
Yo, I got somethin to say.
Fuck the police,
Comon! Off, What?
Fuck the police,
Yeah!
Comon!
Fuck tha police,
Yeah.
Fuck The police,
Comin straight from the underground.
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown,
And not the other color so police think,
They have the authority to kill a minority.
Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one,
For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun,
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail.
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell.
Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager,
With a little bit of gold and a pager.
Searchin my car, lookin for the product.
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics.
You'd rather see me in the pen,
Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo.
Beat tha police outta shape,
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape,
To mark off the scene of the slaughter.
No controller, bread and water.
I don't know if they fags or what,
Search a nigga down and grabbin in the nuts.
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none.
But don't let it be a black and a white one.
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top,
Black police showin out for the white cop.
Yeah, my brothas will swarm,
On any mutha fucka in a blue uniform.
Just cuz we in Washington D.C, punk police are afraid of me.
Hey!
Punk on a warpath,
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath,
Of cops, dyin in L. A.
Hey yo, We got somethin to say.
Fuck the police,
Comon, sing that shit,
Right now,
Comon!
Comon!
One more time,
Here we go, here we go,
Comon!
One More, We gotta do it, right now,
Yeah,
Check it out.
We want to just quickly send a nice friendly message
to uh, Fraternal Order of Police in Philadelphia.
Here's something nice and friendly,
Here's something nice and friendly,
Here's something nice and friendly,
and it goes something like this.
Fuck tha police,
Comin straight from the underground.
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown,
And not the other color so police think,
They have the authority to kill a minority.
Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one,
For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun,
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail.
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell.
Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager,
With a little bit of gold and a pager.
Searchin my car, lookin for the product.
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics.
You'd rather see me in the pen,
Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo.
Beat tha police outta shape,
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape,
To mark off the scene of the slaughter.
No controller, bread and water.
A young nigga on a warpath,
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath,
Of cops, dyin in L. A.
Yo, I got somethin to say.
Fuck the police,
Comon! Off, What?
Fuck the police,
Yeah!
Comon!
Fuck tha police,
Yeah.
Fuck The police,
Comin straight from the underground.
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown,
And not the other color so police think,
They have the authority to kill a minority.
Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one,
For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun,
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail.
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell.
Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager,
With a little bit of gold and a pager.
Searchin my car, lookin for the product.
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics.
You'd rather see me in the pen,
Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo.
Beat tha police outta shape,
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape,
To mark off the scene of the slaughter.
No controller, bread and water.
I don't know if they fags or what,
Search a nigga down and grabbin in the nuts.
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none.
But don't let it be a black and a white one.
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top,
Black police showin out for the white cop.
Yeah, my brothas will swarm,
On any mutha fucka in a blue uniform.
Just cuz we in Washington D.C, punk police are afraid of me.
Hey!
Punk on a warpath,
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath,
Of cops, dyin in L. A.
Hey yo, We got somethin to say.
Fuck the police,
Comon, sing that shit,
Right now,
Comon!
Comon!
One more time,
Here we go, here we go,
Comon!
One More, We gotta do it, right now,
Yeah,
Check it out.
Hadda Be Playing On The Jukebox lyrics - Rage Against The Machine
It had to be flashin' like the daily double
It had to be playin' on TV
It had to be loud mouthed on the comedy hour
It had to be announced over loud speakers
The CIA and the Mafia are in cahoots
It had to be said in old ladies' language
It had to be said in American headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled and got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
Dope pushers in CIA working with dope pushers from Cuba working with a
big time syndicate from Tampa, Florida
And it had to be said with a big mouth
It had to be moaned over factory foghorns
It had to be chattered on car radio news broadcasts
It had to be screamed in the kitchen
It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting
It had to be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors
It had to be foghorned into New York harbor
It had to echo onto hard hats
It had to turn up the volume in university ballrooms
It had to be written in library books, footnoted
It had to be in the headlines of the Times and Le Monde
It had to be barked on TV
It had to be heard in alleys through ballroom doors
It had to be played on wire services
It had to be bells ringing
Comedians stopped dead in the middle of a joke in Las Vegas
It had to be FBI chief J. Edgar Hoover and Frank Costello syndicate
mouthpiece meeting in Central Park, New York weekends,
reported Time magazine
It had to be the Mafia and the CIA together starting war on Cuba,
Bay of Pigs and poison assassination headlines
It had to be dope cops in the Mafia
Who sold all their heroin in America
It had to be the FBI and organized crime working together
in cahoots against the commies
It had to be ringing on multinational cash registers
A world-wide laundry for organized criminal money
It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI together
They were bigger than Nixon
And they were bigger than war
It had to be a large room full of murder
It had to be a mounted ass- a solid mass of rage
A red hot head
A scream in the back of the throat
It had to be in Kissinger's brain
It had to be in Rockefellers' mouth
It had to be central intelligence, the family, all of this, the agency Mafia
It had to be organized crime
One big set of gangs working together in cahoots
Hitmen
Murderers everywhere
The secret
The drunk
The brutal
The dirty and rich
On top of a slag heap of prisons
Industrial cancer
Plutonium smog
Garbage cities
Grandmas' bedsores, fathers' resentment
It had to be the rulers
They wanted law and order
And they got rich on wanting protection for the status quo
They wanted junkies
They wanted Attica
They wanted Kent State
They wanted war in Indochina
yeah
It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI
Multinational capitalists
Strong armed squads
Private detective agencies for the oh so very rich
And their armies and navies and their air force bombing planes
It had to be capitalism
The vortex of this rage
This competition
Man to man
The horses head in a capitalists' bed
The Cuban turf
It rumbles in hitmen
And gang wars across oceans
Bombing Cambodia settled the score when Soviet pilots
manned Egyptian fighter planes
Chiles' red democracy
Bumped off with White House pots and pans
A warning to Mediterranean governments
The secret police have been embraced for decades
The NKPD and CIA keep each other's secrets
The OGBU and DIA never hit their own
The KGB and the FBI are one mind
Brute force and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
It had to be rich and it had to be powerful
They had to murder in Indonesia 500000
They had to murder in Indochina 2000000
They had to murder in Czechoslovakia
They had to murder in Chile
They had to murder in Russia
And they had to murder in America.
Yeah!
It had to be playin' on TV
It had to be loud mouthed on the comedy hour
It had to be announced over loud speakers
The CIA and the Mafia are in cahoots
It had to be said in old ladies' language
It had to be said in American headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled and got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
Dope pushers in CIA working with dope pushers from Cuba working with a
big time syndicate from Tampa, Florida
And it had to be said with a big mouth
It had to be moaned over factory foghorns
It had to be chattered on car radio news broadcasts
It had to be screamed in the kitchen
It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting
It had to be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors
It had to be foghorned into New York harbor
It had to echo onto hard hats
It had to turn up the volume in university ballrooms
It had to be written in library books, footnoted
It had to be in the headlines of the Times and Le Monde
It had to be barked on TV
It had to be heard in alleys through ballroom doors
It had to be played on wire services
It had to be bells ringing
Comedians stopped dead in the middle of a joke in Las Vegas
It had to be FBI chief J. Edgar Hoover and Frank Costello syndicate
mouthpiece meeting in Central Park, New York weekends,
reported Time magazine
It had to be the Mafia and the CIA together starting war on Cuba,
Bay of Pigs and poison assassination headlines
It had to be dope cops in the Mafia
Who sold all their heroin in America
It had to be the FBI and organized crime working together
in cahoots against the commies
It had to be ringing on multinational cash registers
A world-wide laundry for organized criminal money
It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI together
They were bigger than Nixon
And they were bigger than war
It had to be a large room full of murder
It had to be a mounted ass- a solid mass of rage
A red hot head
A scream in the back of the throat
It had to be in Kissinger's brain
It had to be in Rockefellers' mouth
It had to be central intelligence, the family, all of this, the agency Mafia
It had to be organized crime
One big set of gangs working together in cahoots
Hitmen
Murderers everywhere
The secret
The drunk
The brutal
The dirty and rich
On top of a slag heap of prisons
Industrial cancer
Plutonium smog
Garbage cities
Grandmas' bedsores, fathers' resentment
It had to be the rulers
They wanted law and order
And they got rich on wanting protection for the status quo
They wanted junkies
They wanted Attica
They wanted Kent State
They wanted war in Indochina
yeah
It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI
Multinational capitalists
Strong armed squads
Private detective agencies for the oh so very rich
And their armies and navies and their air force bombing planes
It had to be capitalism
The vortex of this rage
This competition
Man to man
The horses head in a capitalists' bed
The Cuban turf
It rumbles in hitmen
And gang wars across oceans
Bombing Cambodia settled the score when Soviet pilots
manned Egyptian fighter planes
Chiles' red democracy
Bumped off with White House pots and pans
A warning to Mediterranean governments
The secret police have been embraced for decades
The NKPD and CIA keep each other's secrets
The OGBU and DIA never hit their own
The KGB and the FBI are one mind
Brute force and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
It had to be rich and it had to be powerful
They had to murder in Indonesia 500000
They had to murder in Indochina 2000000
They had to murder in Czechoslovakia
They had to murder in Chile
They had to murder in Russia
And they had to murder in America.
Yeah!
Intro (Black Steel In The Hour Of Chaos) lyrics - Rage Against The Machine
[Intro]
[Zack:] Hey check this out right about now....
I wanna introduce a brotha...who came all the way outta here
from Long Island, New york. And he's one of the fathers of
revolutionary music in our time period. He was a huge influence
on us and we wanna bring him out right now. So check it out, we
got a man by the name of Chuck D, from Public Enemy. Yeah.
[Chuck D:] Wassup, wassup! Zack: Yo....
[x5]
[Chuck D:] "I got a letter from the government
The other day
I opened and read it
It said they were suckers
They wanted me for their army or whatever
Picture me given' a damn - I said never
Here is a land that never gave a damn
About a brother like me and myself
Because they never did
I wasn't wit' it, but just that very minute...
It occured to me
The suckers had authority
Cold sweatin' as I dwell in my cell
How long has it been?
They got me sittin' in the state pen
I gotta get out - but that thought was thought before
I contemplated a plan on the cell floor
I'm not a fugitive on the run
But a brother like me begun - to be another one
Public enemy servin' time - they drew the line y'all
To criticize me for some crime - never the less
They could not understand that I'm a Black man
And I could never be a veteran
On the strength, the situation's unreal
I got a raw deal, so I'm goin' for the steel"
Yeah!
[Zack:] Hey check this out right about now....
I wanna introduce a brotha...who came all the way outta here
from Long Island, New york. And he's one of the fathers of
revolutionary music in our time period. He was a huge influence
on us and we wanna bring him out right now. So check it out, we
got a man by the name of Chuck D, from Public Enemy. Yeah.
[Chuck D:] Wassup, wassup! Zack: Yo....
[x5]
[Chuck D:] "I got a letter from the government
The other day
I opened and read it
It said they were suckers
They wanted me for their army or whatever
Picture me given' a damn - I said never
Here is a land that never gave a damn
About a brother like me and myself
Because they never did
I wasn't wit' it, but just that very minute...
It occured to me
The suckers had authority
Cold sweatin' as I dwell in my cell
How long has it been?
They got me sittin' in the state pen
I gotta get out - but that thought was thought before
I contemplated a plan on the cell floor
I'm not a fugitive on the run
But a brother like me begun - to be another one
Public enemy servin' time - they drew the line y'all
To criticize me for some crime - never the less
They could not understand that I'm a Black man
And I could never be a veteran
On the strength, the situation's unreal
I got a raw deal, so I'm goin' for the steel"
Yeah!
Mindsets A Threat lyrics - Rage Against The Machine
Yeah
Pump, pump, whee!
Pump, pump, pump, pump, right
Air
Check it, uh
Lyrical champion, the lyrical champion GO!
Lyrical champion, we say the mindset's a threat GO!
Lyrical champion, the lyrical champion GO!
Lyrical champion, we say the mindset's a threat, uh
You know!
You know the mindset's a threat
You know!
Check it
In the industry you see I keep a yellow tape
Got the microphone because we want to be free
Never oppress, nor to relay your stress
? ability, but now you're put to the test
I run a set in the cool atmosphere
Don't worry about my ? or the car that I steer
The material pressure is just a digressor
Be livin' my life for me because you struggle with pressure, uh
You know!
You know the mindset's a threat
You know!
You know the mindset's a threat
You know!
You know the mindset's a threat
You know!
You know the mindset's a threat
Drop it
Ease up!
Bringin' in the new lifestyle in 1991 now
With a rrrrrang 'em up in style we're bringin' it deep, yo
Now bring it down
Aw, shit
Listen to what I'm sayin'
Materialism I'm slayin'
Chasin' a ? 'cause you know what I mean
It's the system your obeyin
Throwin' it like a catcher
You say what you think you ?
? ? GO!
I run a set in the cool atmosphere
Don't worry about my ? or the car that I steer
The material pressure is just a digressor
Be livin' my life for me because you struggle with pressure, uh
(You know!)
Yeah!
(You know!)
In the new sound!
(You know!)
Ease up!
Pump, pump, whee!
Pump, pump, pump, pump, right
Air
Check it, uh
Lyrical champion, the lyrical champion GO!
Lyrical champion, we say the mindset's a threat GO!
Lyrical champion, the lyrical champion GO!
Lyrical champion, we say the mindset's a threat, uh
You know!
You know the mindset's a threat
You know!
Check it
In the industry you see I keep a yellow tape
Got the microphone because we want to be free
Never oppress, nor to relay your stress
? ability, but now you're put to the test
I run a set in the cool atmosphere
Don't worry about my ? or the car that I steer
The material pressure is just a digressor
Be livin' my life for me because you struggle with pressure, uh
You know!
You know the mindset's a threat
You know!
You know the mindset's a threat
You know!
You know the mindset's a threat
You know!
You know the mindset's a threat
Drop it
Ease up!
Bringin' in the new lifestyle in 1991 now
With a rrrrrang 'em up in style we're bringin' it deep, yo
Now bring it down
Aw, shit
Listen to what I'm sayin'
Materialism I'm slayin'
Chasin' a ? 'cause you know what I mean
It's the system your obeyin
Throwin' it like a catcher
You say what you think you ?
? ? GO!
I run a set in the cool atmosphere
Don't worry about my ? or the car that I steer
The material pressure is just a digressor
Be livin' my life for me because you struggle with pressure, uh
(You know!)
Yeah!
(You know!)
In the new sound!
(You know!)
Ease up!
No Shelter lyrics - Rage Against The Machine
The main attraction - distraction
got ya number than nnumber than numb
Empty ya pockets son; they got you thinkin that
What ya need is what they sellin
Make you think that buyin is rebellin
From the theaters to malls on every shore
Tha thin line between entertainment and war
The frontline is everywhere, there be no shelter here
Speilberg the nightmare works so push it far
Amistad was a whip, the truth was feathered and tarred
Memory erased, burned and scarred
Trade in ya history for a VCR
Cinema, simulated life, ill drama
Fourth Reich culture - Americana
Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for
Tha thin line between entertainment and war
There be no shelter here
Tha frontline is everywhere
Hospitals not profit full
Yet market bulls got pockets full
To advertise some hip disguise
View tha world from American eyes
Tha poor adore keep fiendin for more
Tha thin line between entertainment and war
They fix the need, develop the taste
Buy their products or get laid to waste
Coca-Cola is back in the veins of Saigon
And Rambo too, he got a dope pair of Nikes on
And Godzilla pure muthafuckin filler
To keep ya eyes off the real killer
Cinema, simulated life, ill drama
Fourth Reich culture - Americana
Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for
Tha thin line between entertainment and war
American eyes, American eyes....
View the world from American eyes
Bury the past, rob us blind
And leave nothin behind
Just stare
Relive the nightmare.
got ya number than nnumber than numb
Empty ya pockets son; they got you thinkin that
What ya need is what they sellin
Make you think that buyin is rebellin
From the theaters to malls on every shore
Tha thin line between entertainment and war
The frontline is everywhere, there be no shelter here
Speilberg the nightmare works so push it far
Amistad was a whip, the truth was feathered and tarred
Memory erased, burned and scarred
Trade in ya history for a VCR
Cinema, simulated life, ill drama
Fourth Reich culture - Americana
Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for
Tha thin line between entertainment and war
There be no shelter here
Tha frontline is everywhere
Hospitals not profit full
Yet market bulls got pockets full
To advertise some hip disguise
View tha world from American eyes
Tha poor adore keep fiendin for more
Tha thin line between entertainment and war
They fix the need, develop the taste
Buy their products or get laid to waste
Coca-Cola is back in the veins of Saigon
And Rambo too, he got a dope pair of Nikes on
And Godzilla pure muthafuckin filler
To keep ya eyes off the real killer
Cinema, simulated life, ill drama
Fourth Reich culture - Americana
Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for
Tha thin line between entertainment and war
American eyes, American eyes....
View the world from American eyes
Bury the past, rob us blind
And leave nothin behind
Just stare
Relive the nightmare.
People Of The Sun (Original Version) lyrics - Rage Against The Machine
Yea...the bastard son is in
swimming in a sea of funk
clear tha lane, I'm gonna have to dunk ya
Up and down like a donut in a caffenated drink
so make a scene I take it to the brink
Check around the style of it
If the price is right ill take you on a trip
In my old school 62
Shoes are white and blue somethin you never want to step to
Space My Bassline
Feel the earthquakin
when you shortside my automatic
White Folks came and they try to steal my name
But now I got a gun
This is for the people of the sun
[CHORUS]
I'm not a silent one
I'm a defiant one
Never the normal one
Cause i'm the bastard son
Shift away before the sky sees blood
And that was just away from mother earth
I'm tearin' up a big fat chunk of the funk
led a lead I gotta dunk Never smoke a skunk
On the set, humble, shove anotha punta
I got a product six shooter
Face my bassline
Feel the earth quakin'
Cause when they short side my mathematics
You take it from my culture
White Folks came and they try to steal my name
But now I got a gun
This is for the people of the sun
[CHORUS]
swimming in a sea of funk
clear tha lane, I'm gonna have to dunk ya
Up and down like a donut in a caffenated drink
so make a scene I take it to the brink
Check around the style of it
If the price is right ill take you on a trip
In my old school 62
Shoes are white and blue somethin you never want to step to
Space My Bassline
Feel the earthquakin
when you shortside my automatic
White Folks came and they try to steal my name
But now I got a gun
This is for the people of the sun
[CHORUS]
I'm not a silent one
I'm a defiant one
Never the normal one
Cause i'm the bastard son
Shift away before the sky sees blood
And that was just away from mother earth
I'm tearin' up a big fat chunk of the funk
led a lead I gotta dunk Never smoke a skunk
On the set, humble, shove anotha punta
I got a product six shooter
Face my bassline
Feel the earth quakin'
Cause when they short side my mathematics
You take it from my culture
White Folks came and they try to steal my name
But now I got a gun
This is for the people of the sun
[CHORUS]
Producer lyrics - Rage Against The Machine
Earth shares what Earth receives
And now only blood brings life
A tiller bring life, producer bring life
Protector bring life, soiled hands bring life
The tree of democracy shall be watered by the blood of revolution
So go plant a seed, go plant a seed for harvest
Go plant a seed for harvest producer
Producer, producer, producer, producer
Producer, producer, producer, producer
Producer, producer, producer, producer
Producer, producer, producer, producer
Producer, producer, producer, producer
Producer, producer
And it all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall
It all shall fall
I first met you and the ideas you uphold while incarserated A victim of a social experiment
Eventually addicted to your eight hour injections of hypocracy and arrogance and greed
Forced to sit with coplicity in front of my executioners
As they blugeoned me with their so called superior values and demanded my submission
I bacame an indentured servant in a factory
Where I myself was the product
Whos' useful quality was to protect their palaces
Every word uttered from their mouths strangeled me
So that every thought I express
Shall sow the seed for the noose around their necks
And set fire to their homes
And every word uttered from their mouths strangeled me
So that every thought I express
Shall sow the seed for the noose around their necks
And set fire to their homes
And set fire to their homes
And set fire to their homes
And set fire to their homes
And set fire to their homes
And it all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
And now only blood brings life
A tiller bring life, producer bring life
Protector bring life, soiled hands bring life
The tree of democracy shall be watered by the blood of revolution
So go plant a seed, go plant a seed for harvest
Go plant a seed for harvest producer
Producer, producer, producer, producer
Producer, producer, producer, producer
Producer, producer, producer, producer
Producer, producer, producer, producer
Producer, producer, producer, producer
Producer, producer
And it all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall
It all shall fall
I first met you and the ideas you uphold while incarserated A victim of a social experiment
Eventually addicted to your eight hour injections of hypocracy and arrogance and greed
Forced to sit with coplicity in front of my executioners
As they blugeoned me with their so called superior values and demanded my submission
I bacame an indentured servant in a factory
Where I myself was the product
Whos' useful quality was to protect their palaces
Every word uttered from their mouths strangeled me
So that every thought I express
Shall sow the seed for the noose around their necks
And set fire to their homes
And every word uttered from their mouths strangeled me
So that every thought I express
Shall sow the seed for the noose around their necks
And set fire to their homes
And set fire to their homes
And set fire to their homes
And set fire to their homes
And set fire to their homes
And it all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall by the grace of the people and
It all shall fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Fall
Sound Of Da Police lyrics - Rage Against The Machine
Woop-woop!
That's the sound of da police!
Woop-woop!
That's the sound of the beast!
[Verse One:]
Stand clear! Don man a-talk
You can't stand where I stand, you can't walk where I walk Watch out! We run New York
Police man come, we bust him out the park
I know this for a fact, you don't like how I act You claim I'm sellin' crack
But you be doin' that
I'd rather say "see ya" Cause I would never be ya
Be a officer? You WICKED overseer!
Ya hotshot, wanna get props and be a saviour
First show a little respect, change your behavior
Change your attitude, change your plan
There could never really be justice on stolen land
Are you really for peace and equality?
Or when my car is hooked up, you know you wanna follow me
Your laws are minimal
Cause you won't even think about lookin' at the real criminal
This has got to cease
Cause we be getting HYPED to the sound of da police!
[Chorus]
[Verse Two:]
Now here's a likkle truth
Open up your eye
While you're checking out the boom-bap, check the exercise
Take the word "overseer," like a sample
Repeat it very quickly in a crew for example
Overseer
Overseer
Overseer
Overseer
Officer, Officer, Officer, Officer!
Yeah, officer from overseer
You need a little clarity?
Check the similarity!
The overseer rode around the plantation
The officer is off patroling all the nation
The overseer could stop you what you're doing
The officer will pull you over just when he's pursuing
The overseer had the right to get ill
And if you fought back, the overseer had the right to kill
The officer has the right to arrest
And if you fight back they put a hole in your chest!
(Woop!) They both ride horses
After 400 years, I've _got_ no choices!
The police them have a little gun
So when I'm on the streets, I walk around with a bigger one
(Woop-woop!) I hear it all day
Just so they can run the light and be upon their way
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
Check out the message in a rough stylee
The real criminals are the C-O-P
You check for undercover and the one PD
But just a mere Black man, them want check me
Them check out me car for it shine like the sun
But them jealous or them vexed cause them can't afford one
Black people still slaves up til today
But the Black police officer nah see it that way
Him want a salary
Him want it
So he put on a badge and kill people for it
My grandfather had to deal with the cops
My great-grandfather dealt with the cops
My GREAT grandfather had to deal with the cops
And then my great, great, great, great... when it's gonna stop?!
[Chorus]
That's the sound of da police!
Woop-woop!
That's the sound of the beast!
[Verse One:]
Stand clear! Don man a-talk
You can't stand where I stand, you can't walk where I walk Watch out! We run New York
Police man come, we bust him out the park
I know this for a fact, you don't like how I act You claim I'm sellin' crack
But you be doin' that
I'd rather say "see ya" Cause I would never be ya
Be a officer? You WICKED overseer!
Ya hotshot, wanna get props and be a saviour
First show a little respect, change your behavior
Change your attitude, change your plan
There could never really be justice on stolen land
Are you really for peace and equality?
Or when my car is hooked up, you know you wanna follow me
Your laws are minimal
Cause you won't even think about lookin' at the real criminal
This has got to cease
Cause we be getting HYPED to the sound of da police!
[Chorus]
[Verse Two:]
Now here's a likkle truth
Open up your eye
While you're checking out the boom-bap, check the exercise
Take the word "overseer," like a sample
Repeat it very quickly in a crew for example
Overseer
Overseer
Overseer
Overseer
Officer, Officer, Officer, Officer!
Yeah, officer from overseer
You need a little clarity?
Check the similarity!
The overseer rode around the plantation
The officer is off patroling all the nation
The overseer could stop you what you're doing
The officer will pull you over just when he's pursuing
The overseer had the right to get ill
And if you fought back, the overseer had the right to kill
The officer has the right to arrest
And if you fight back they put a hole in your chest!
(Woop!) They both ride horses
After 400 years, I've _got_ no choices!
The police them have a little gun
So when I'm on the streets, I walk around with a bigger one
(Woop-woop!) I hear it all day
Just so they can run the light and be upon their way
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
Check out the message in a rough stylee
The real criminals are the C-O-P
You check for undercover and the one PD
But just a mere Black man, them want check me
Them check out me car for it shine like the sun
But them jealous or them vexed cause them can't afford one
Black people still slaves up til today
But the Black police officer nah see it that way
Him want a salary
Him want it
So he put on a badge and kill people for it
My grandfather had to deal with the cops
My great-grandfather dealt with the cops
My GREAT grandfather had to deal with the cops
And then my great, great, great, great... when it's gonna stop?!
[Chorus]
Testify (Original Version) lyrics - Rage Against The Machine
Here we go
9-5 is the blood for your sweat
Pay the landlord, he's taking your blood for the rent
Yo
The balance dead so a bullet's what I get
When my Mao-Say-Tung gets offensive like Tet
The whip snapped my back
My spine cracked
For tobacco
I'm the Marlboro man
Can I make London bridges fall
If they do me like Mumia Abu-Jamal
Nobody move
Nobody move
86 Philly pigs drive a whole city block
And I'm campin' like Hampton
Read the word of the innocent
Yet death row is locked
Capitol-i-ism
check the wrong rhythm
And so they say let Saigons be Saigons
But wait a Ho-Chi-minute
Waste the day 'cause the night brings a hearse
Make a move and plead the fifth,
Ya can't plead the first
Are you ready to testify?
Get ready to testify
Are you ready to testify?
Get ready to testify
The revolutionary aesthetic
Black leather, beret and powder blue
However meanacing this human form on the outside looks
Without revolutionary action
It's ever so translucent
I stand admist grandeous gestures
Postures and platforms of romanticism
Creating more noise than answers
Creating more noise than the sirens
That keep our children crouched in corners
I sit and watch us do the blind man's dance
And I can't stand the smell of false composure
So i take a Ho-Chi minute to meditate
And think
And then tune to the word of Jose Matin
Doing is the best way of saying
Doing is the best way of saying
Doing is the best way of saying
Doing is the best way of saying
9-5 is the blood for your sweat
Pay the landlord, he's taking your blood for the rent Yo
The balance dead so a bullet's what I get
When my Mao-Say-Tung gets effective like tet
The whip snap my back
My spine crack
Front to back
Ohhh what a Marlboro man
Can I make London bridges fall
If they do me like Mumia Abu-Jamal
Nobody move
Nobody move
86 Philly pigs drive a whole city block
And I'm campin' like Hampton
Read the word of the innocent
Yet death row is locked
Capitol-i-ism
check the wrong rhythm
And so they say let Saigons be Saigons
But wait a Ho-Chi-minute
Waste the day 'cause the night brings a hearse
Make a move and plead the fifth,
Ya can't plead the first
Are you ready to testify?
Get ready to testify
Are you ready to testify?
Get ready to testify
c'mon
Doing is the best way of saying
Doing is the best way of saying
9-5 is the blood for your sweat
Pay the landlord, he's taking your blood for the rent
Yo
The balance dead so a bullet's what I get
When my Mao-Say-Tung gets offensive like Tet
The whip snapped my back
My spine cracked
For tobacco
I'm the Marlboro man
Can I make London bridges fall
If they do me like Mumia Abu-Jamal
Nobody move
Nobody move
86 Philly pigs drive a whole city block
And I'm campin' like Hampton
Read the word of the innocent
Yet death row is locked
Capitol-i-ism
check the wrong rhythm
And so they say let Saigons be Saigons
But wait a Ho-Chi-minute
Waste the day 'cause the night brings a hearse
Make a move and plead the fifth,
Ya can't plead the first
Are you ready to testify?
Get ready to testify
Are you ready to testify?
Get ready to testify
The revolutionary aesthetic
Black leather, beret and powder blue
However meanacing this human form on the outside looks
Without revolutionary action
It's ever so translucent
I stand admist grandeous gestures
Postures and platforms of romanticism
Creating more noise than answers
Creating more noise than the sirens
That keep our children crouched in corners
I sit and watch us do the blind man's dance
And I can't stand the smell of false composure
So i take a Ho-Chi minute to meditate
And think
And then tune to the word of Jose Matin
Doing is the best way of saying
Doing is the best way of saying
Doing is the best way of saying
Doing is the best way of saying
9-5 is the blood for your sweat
Pay the landlord, he's taking your blood for the rent Yo
The balance dead so a bullet's what I get
When my Mao-Say-Tung gets effective like tet
The whip snap my back
My spine crack
Front to back
Ohhh what a Marlboro man
Can I make London bridges fall
If they do me like Mumia Abu-Jamal
Nobody move
Nobody move
86 Philly pigs drive a whole city block
And I'm campin' like Hampton
Read the word of the innocent
Yet death row is locked
Capitol-i-ism
check the wrong rhythm
And so they say let Saigons be Saigons
But wait a Ho-Chi-minute
Waste the day 'cause the night brings a hearse
Make a move and plead the fifth,
Ya can't plead the first
Are you ready to testify?
Get ready to testify
Are you ready to testify?
Get ready to testify
c'mon
Doing is the best way of saying
Doing is the best way of saying
The Narrows lyrics - Rage Against The Machine
Drop it
Hey
Ugh
Try to crack
And some will react
Vocal snap so trap
I'm trying to rap
Those who try to subdue
the truth
lose their condition
were labelled inactive
Being 91
the twentieth century
Brooklyn is a magnum in the bottle of kerosiene
flame ignites into the black
sending fright
thought you could read minds
and words and insight
Backin' the explosion on stage
guns fear
Frances Fanon
presence of war
Using my brain
Until the power is obtained
Using my strength to gain
A struggle for rage
But I
Choose another tune to uplift
Yeah, you know my anger is a gift
a gift to expect the test we all must face
Hah,
Out my face
Release the reason
Allow the pain
The actors change
But the plays the same
C'mon
In the narrows
In the narrows
In the narrows
Some are the holders of power
But the style will [ ? ? ] shower
Trying to like brothers about the structure itself
Pay only motivates and creates more hate
State to state
I set it straight
I investigate
Debate, the ?? who brought me lessons
At the oppression I react with aggression
Yo
My section after section
No need for repressing
Just take a mic
and a rap another session
No need for guessing
Yeah
And that shit that your stressin'
Release the reason
Allow the pain
The actors change
But the plays the same
Release the reason
Allow the pain
The actors change
But the plays the same
C'mon
In the narrows
In the narrows
In the narrows
Ugh!
UGH!
I'm on the mic
Stepping up to sucka's
while were drumming out the style
and I do it with a smile
When I put punks on trial
Taking 'em back again
Yeah the name of the comprehender
The style I drop is going on and on
To the punks to recognize the style
Andrealize
That I'm not no Punk Kid
Just stepping up for the mic hit
Ugh!
In the narrows
In the narrows
In the narrows
In the narrows
Ugh!
Hey
Ugh
Try to crack
And some will react
Vocal snap so trap
I'm trying to rap
Those who try to subdue
the truth
lose their condition
were labelled inactive
Being 91
the twentieth century
Brooklyn is a magnum in the bottle of kerosiene
flame ignites into the black
sending fright
thought you could read minds
and words and insight
Backin' the explosion on stage
guns fear
Frances Fanon
presence of war
Using my brain
Until the power is obtained
Using my strength to gain
A struggle for rage
But I
Choose another tune to uplift
Yeah, you know my anger is a gift
a gift to expect the test we all must face
Hah,
Out my face
Release the reason
Allow the pain
The actors change
But the plays the same
C'mon
In the narrows
In the narrows
In the narrows
Some are the holders of power
But the style will [ ? ? ] shower
Trying to like brothers about the structure itself
Pay only motivates and creates more hate
State to state
I set it straight
I investigate
Debate, the ?? who brought me lessons
At the oppression I react with aggression
Yo
My section after section
No need for repressing
Just take a mic
and a rap another session
No need for guessing
Yeah
And that shit that your stressin'
Release the reason
Allow the pain
The actors change
But the plays the same
Release the reason
Allow the pain
The actors change
But the plays the same
C'mon
In the narrows
In the narrows
In the narrows
Ugh!
UGH!
I'm on the mic
Stepping up to sucka's
while were drumming out the style
and I do it with a smile
When I put punks on trial
Taking 'em back again
Yeah the name of the comprehender
The style I drop is going on and on
To the punks to recognize the style
Andrealize
That I'm not no Punk Kid
Just stepping up for the mic hit
Ugh!
In the narrows
In the narrows
In the narrows
In the narrows
Ugh!
Zapata's Blood lyrics - Rage Against the Machine
Zapata's blood
Wasn't spilt in vain
So now the most poor wage war
To reclaim their name
Zapata's blood
Wasn't spilt in vain
So now the most poor wage war
To reclaim their terrain
On January 1st , 1994
The indigenous farmers of Southern Mexico
Declared war on an unjust
and illegitimate government
Out of the debt of the most wild, the most poor
Came a just arm struggle
for democracy, justice, and liberty
And it won't stop until that 65 year old dictatorship,
the Partido Revolucionario Institucional
(Institutional Revolutionary Party) is buried in the
ground
and the people's voice is heard once again
Yeah
So check it out:
On January 1st, of 94 they became known as
the Zapatista movement
And they have a saying, and I want you all to
sing along with me real quick.
It goes something like this
It goes everything for everyone...
and nothing for ourselves.
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
Yeah, sing that shit...
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves...
Wasn't spilt in vain
So now the most poor wage war
To reclaim their name
Zapata's blood
Wasn't spilt in vain
So now the most poor wage war
To reclaim their terrain
On January 1st , 1994
The indigenous farmers of Southern Mexico
Declared war on an unjust
and illegitimate government
Out of the debt of the most wild, the most poor
Came a just arm struggle
for democracy, justice, and liberty
And it won't stop until that 65 year old dictatorship,
the Partido Revolucionario Institucional
(Institutional Revolutionary Party) is buried in the
ground
and the people's voice is heard once again
Yeah
So check it out:
On January 1st, of 94 they became known as
the Zapatista movement
And they have a saying, and I want you all to
sing along with me real quick.
It goes something like this
It goes everything for everyone...
and nothing for ourselves.
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
Yeah, sing that shit...
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves.
Everything for everyone, and nothing for ourselves...
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