Rage Against the Machine

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

Transmission third world war third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground No shelter if you're lookin' for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As the polls close like a casket On truth devoured A Silent play in the shadow of power A

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 t

Come on! Uggh! Come on, although ya try to discredit Ya still never read it The needle, I'll thread it Radically poetic Standin' with the fury that they had in '66 And like E-Double I'm mad Still knee-deep in the system's shit Hoover, he was a body r

Freedom Rage Against The Machine 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 The militant poet in once again, check it It's set up like a deck o

Bring that shit in! Uggh! Yeah, the movement's in motion with mass militant poetry Now check this out...uggh! In the right light, study becomes insight But the system that dissed us Teaches us to read and right So called facts are fraud They want us

Turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio Nah fuck it, turn it off Turn it off, turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio Nah fuck it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and k

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 Blaste

Killing in the name of! 以孰之名而杀戮! Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses 那些卖命工作的人 就是焚烧十字架的人 Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of t

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 Wond

The movie ran through me The glamour subdued me The tabloid untied me I'm empty please fill me Mister anchor assure me That Baghdad is burning Your voice it is so soothing That cunning mantra of killing I need you my witness To dress this up so blood

Bulls On Parade Rage Against The Machine Evil Empire Come wit it now! Come wit it now! The microphone explodes, shattering the bone Either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha fuck off tha commode Wit tha sure shock, sure ta make tha bodies drop Dro

sleep now in the fire rage against the machine the world is my expense the cost of my desire jesus blessed me with its future and i protect it with fire so raise your fists just dont take what you need ill jail and bury those committed and smother th

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 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

freedom rage against the machine 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 the militant poet in once again, check it it's set up like a deck o

and yo its just another bombtrack and yo its just another bombtrack yeah its a 1 2 3 and its just another bombtrack and suckas be thinkin that they can fake this but im a put it at a higher level cause im inclined to stoop down hand out some beat-dow

feel the funk blast (whispered) feel the funk blast (whispered) 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

Drop it Hey Ugh Try to crack And some will react Vocal snap or trap [?] I'm trying to rap Those who try to subdue The truth Lose their condition And the flame's unactive Being an ignited one In the twentieth century [?] in a bottle of kerosiene Flame

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be fucking with other niggaz shit, but they can't be fucking with mine Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Pistol gri

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, as we're movin' into '92 Still