Rage Against the Machine

bombtrack - rage against the machine ughh! hey you, its just another bombtrack...ughh! hey you, its just another bombtrack...yeah! it goes a-one, two three and its just another bombtrack and suckas be thinkin that they can fake this but im gonna drop

COME ON!! Ugh! Zach de la RochaCome on.. Although ya try to discredit, ya still never edit The needle I'll thread it, radically POETIC Standin' with the fury that they had in '66 And like E-Double Erick Sermon "I'm Mad", still knee deep in the s

[ti:Take The Power Back] [ar:Rage Against The Machine] [al:Rage Against The Machine] [offset:0] [00:31.69]Bring that shit in! uggh! [00:40.11]Yeah, the movements in motion with mass militant poetry [00:49.42]Now check this out...uggh! [00:54.28]In th

[ti:Killing In The Name] [ar:Rage Against The Machine] [al:Rage Against The Machine] [offset:0] [00:44.69]Some of those that work forces [00:57.36]Are the same that burn crosses [01:00.00]Some of those that work forces [01:02.79]Are the same that bur

bullet in the head - rage against the machine this time the bullet cold rocked you a yellow ribbon instead of a swastika nothin' profitable about your propaganda fools follow rules when the set commands you said it was blue when the blood was red tha

Hungry people dont stay hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as the wheat grows strong Hungry people dont stay hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as they reach for the dawn Tha spirit of Jackson Now screams through tha rui

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

Through steel walls Your voice blastin' on True rebel my brother Mumia I reflect upon You be tha spark That set all tha prairie fires on Make tha masses a mastodon path To trample tha fascists on At fifteen exposed Philly's finest killing machine Wit

Tha sistas are in so check the front line Seems I spent the '80s in the Haiti state of mind Cast me into classes for electro shock Straight incarcerated, the curriculum's a cell block I'm swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spit Instructor

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

Satellites and, pair of mirrors and, and a man without a home With a horse, and a rider, and a clever, cunning killer Silent in error and vocal in spotlights Lying always sucking on a bottle of, that sweet, indulgent fluid Oh greed oh yes oh greed oh

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Rebel, rebel and yell 'Cause our people still dwell in hell Locked in a cell Yes, the structure's a cell Mad is the story I tell How long can we wait? Come on, seein' what's at stake Action for reaction If your mind's in a somewhat complacent state G

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

A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on A world of violent rage But it's one that I can recognize Having never seen the color of my father's eyes Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can grip

Since 1516 minds attacked and overseen, now Crawl amidst the ruins of this mmpty dream They're boredrs and boots on top of us, pullin' Knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis So how you gonna get what you need to get? tha Gut eaters, blood drenc

Down on the street where the faces shine Floatin' around I'm a real low mind See a pretty thing in a wall See a pretty thing in a wall In a wall (x3) Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love A thousand eyes they

And yo it＇s just another bombtrack And yo It＇s just another bombtrack yeah Its a 1 2 3 And It＇s just another bombtrack And suckas be thinkin＇ that they can fake this But I＇m a put it at a higher level Cause I＇m inclined to stoop down Hand out some be

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?

Title: How I Could Just Kill A Man Louis Freeze & Senen Reyes Cypress Hill Musik Hey don't miss out on what you're passing you're missing the hootah of the funky buddah eluder of the fucked up style's that get wicked so come on as I start to kick it