Rage against the machine
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 Is the new soundJust like the old sound? Just like the noose wound Over the new ground Aint the new sound Just like the old sound? Look at the noose now Over the, over the, over the burning ground Aint 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 Aint 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 Ohhhh Ohhhh Oasis 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 Like ashes in the fall (x10) Like ashes in the fall (Ha Ha) (x16)
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
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 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 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 Landlords and power whores On my people they took turns
The hills find 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 facedBy the children born as ghosts Born as ghosts A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words Born as ghosts A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words Born as ghosts A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words Born as ghosts Were the children born as ghosts Born as ghosts One book and forty odd Stuffed in a room Ah, the school as a tomb Where home is a wasteland Taste the razor wire And thought is locked in the womb The tales that tear at the myth of the dream (myth of the dream, myth of the dream) A suffering that shocks the lives off the screen (myth of the dream, myth of the dream) Born as ghosts A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words Born as ghosts A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words Born as ghosts A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words Born as ghosts We are the children born as ghosts Born as ghosts Born as ghosts Born as ghosts A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words Born as ghosts A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words Born as ghosts A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words Born as ghosts Were the children born as ghosts Born as ghosts Born as ghosts
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 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 Uh, Uh 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 Yeah 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
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 mesmerized Cellular phones soundin' a death tone Corporations cold Turn ya to stone before ya realise They load the clip in omnicolor 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! (Solo de guitarra) 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 omnicolor 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 veces, llevándolo a un grito) A bullet in ya head (7 veces, gritado) Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head! Yeah! Yeah! (sostenido hasta el final de la batería)
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!
Feel the funk blast (susurrado) Feel the funk blast (susurrado) 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
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 In a wall In a wall 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! (x3) Yeah Yeah Yeah (repeat) Oh Come On! (x3) Yeah Yeah Yeah Where faces shine A real low mind Faces Shine A real low Oh Come On! (x3) Yeah Yeah Yeah
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 (Solo de guitarra) 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
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!
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? Hablado en voz baja: "Anger is a gift" Come on! Uggh! (Solo de guitarra) 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 Hablado en voz baja: "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!
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 Lights out Guerilla Radio Turn that shit up Lights out Guerilla Radio Turn that shit up Lights out Guerilla Radio 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 Lights out Guerilla Radio Turn that shit up Lights out Guerilla Radio Turn that shit up 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 All hell cant stop us now All hell cant stop us now All hell cant stop us now All hell cant stop us now All hell cant stop us now
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, cause we're like outlaws sridding 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 fucking 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 gat ya. How do you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been, understand where I'm coming from. While 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 fuck it. 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
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
You tell me you like the taste You just need an excuse You tell me it calms your nerves You just think it looks cool 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 It's in my eyes It's in my eyes It's in my eyes It's in my eyes And it doesn't look that way to me 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 It's in my eyes It's in my eyes It's in my eyes It's in my eyes It's in my eyes It's in my eyes And it doesn't look that way to me In my eyes And it doesn't look that way to me In my eyes
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
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 (11 veces) 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 Uggh! Killing in the name of! Killing in the name of And now you do what they told ya (4 veces) And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control (7 veces) 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! (Solo de guitarra: 'Yeah! Come on!') Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me (8 veces llevándolo a un grito) Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! (8 veces gritado) Motherfucker! Uggh!
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 veces)
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 nearNever 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 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 radiatesAnd through historys rivers of blood she regenerates And like tha sun disappears only to reappear Maria Shes eternally here Her time is near Never conquered but here Uh To tear away at the mask Away at the mask To tear away at the mask Huh Maria (susurrado) No minute to rest No moment to pray No minutes to rest No moments to pray No minutes to rest It eclipses her days Just a moment to pray To tear away at the mask, huh Away at the mask To tear away at the mask, huuh To tear away at the mask
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 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
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?
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 ruins Through factory chainsAnd tha ghost of tha union Forgotten remains Disappear to their new homes Tha knife tha thrust Tha life burns to the raw bone Tha blood on the floor of the tear is still dryin Cover the spread sheets Tha Dow Jones skyin Cell block live stock Tha bodies their buyin Old south order New northern horizon Violence in all hands Embrace it if need be (Violence in all hands, embrace it if need be) Livin been warfare I press it to CD (Livin been warfare, I press it to CD) Violence in all hands Embrace it if need be (Violence in all hands, embrace it if need be) Livin been warfare I press it to CD (Livin been warfare, I press it to CD) A fire in the masters house is set A fire in the masters house is set A fire in the masters house is set A fire in the masters house is set 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 Yo, Yo Check tha high tech terror Yes tha new order athletes Peer into tha eyes of tha child already on trial Armies rippin families apart Get em on file Convictions fit tha stock profile All tha while films of dogs Cutting through homes Ripping skin from bones Yes tha new millennium homes Privatizing through private eyes An era rising Of tha old south order New northern horizon Violence in all hands Embrace it if need be (Violence in all hands, embrace it if need be) Livin been warfare I press it to CD (Livin been warfare, I press it to CD) Violence in all hands Embrace it if need be (Violence in all hands, embrace it if need be) Livin been warfare I press it to CD (Livin been warfare, I press it to CD) A fire in the masters house is set A fire in the masters house is set A fire in the masters house is set A fire in the masters house is set
Yeah people come up Yeah, we better turn tha bass up on this one Check it, since 1516 minds attacked and overseen Now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream Wit their borders and boots on top of us Pullin' knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis But how you gonna get what you need ta get? Tha gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like Tet Tha fifth sun sets get back reclaim Tha spirit of Cuahtemoc alive an untamed Now face tha funk now blastin' out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica That vulture came ta try and steal ya name But now you got a gun, yeah this is for the people of the sun It's comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around again! Uh! It's comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around again! Uh! Yeah, neva forget that tha wip snapped ya back Ya spine cracked for tobacco, oh I'm the Marlboro man, uh Our past blastin' on through the verses Brigades of taxi cabs rollin' Broadway like hearses Troops strippin' zoots, shots of red mist, Sailors blood on tha deck, come sista resist From tha era of terror check this photo lens, Now tha city of angels does the ethnic cleanse Uh, heads bobbin' to tha funk out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica That vulture came to try and steal ya name But now you found a gun, you're history, this is for the people of the sun It's comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around again! Yeah! It's comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around again! It's comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around again! It's comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around! Of the sun People Of The Sun (Original, como en Bombs & Bullets) Bastard son is in, swimin' in a sea of funk Clear the lane, I'm gonna have to dunk ya Up and down like a donut in a caffeinated drink So take the sink, I'll take ya to the brink Check the rugged style I flip (algunas versiones dicen "bring") If the price is right, I'll take you on a trip In my old school '62, two-tone white and blue One that ya never wanna step to Face my baseline, feel the earth quaking Sweat is on site at appamatox Mistakin' for my culture White boys who came and tried to steal my name But now I got a gun, this is for the people of the sun! This is for the people of the sun! It's coming back around again! Yeah it's coming back around again! This is for the people of the sun! Yeah I'm not a silent one, I'm a defiant one, Never the normal one, 'cause I'm the bastard's son Trip the way before the sky gives birth And now I trip the way from mother earth I'm tearin' off a, big fat chunk of the funk Clear the lane I gotta dunk, never smoke the skunk Or the cest The Humboldt, the showman of the buddha Gotta product six shooter, so fuck the hoota Face the baselines feel the earth quakin Sweat is on site at appamatox Mistaken for my culture, White boys who came and tried to steal my name But now I got a gun, this is for the people of the sun! It's coming back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's coming back around again! Yeah it's coming back around again! This is for the people of the sun! For the sun!
I was raised in the hood called what the diffrence The brothers in the hood be Chivalrous So i rest defense on my ligaments Pistol grip pump on my lap, riskin it Full life living it, never giving it back Too late for slipping, so slack up On my lap its on your lips so track shot A steel dick more clip for pump but All im saying there aint no question who the man is In my civic or in this show biz I drill the fool, kill the fool Come on what you say? i think i can take care of all you muthafuckas don't delay right away Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x) They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they cant be fucking with mine Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x) They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they cant be fucking with mine Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times, right? Cause tricks be out for your blindside Never understood it, but remember i showed you That in these times you gotta look over your shoulder, strap Well that ain't nothin' but the intent of gettin high And a cop giving you shit for just passing you by If your ever in trouble or on the double best to call your pals If you got...? ? Are we getting along? we family, we better be We got your back, we got your back kid Just dont be pointing one of them guns, allright man Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x) They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they cant be fucking with mine Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x) They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they cant be fucking with mine Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x) They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they cant be fucking with mine Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x) They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they cant be fucking with mine
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now We're the renegades of this atomic age This atomic age of renegades Renegades of this atomic age This atomic age of renegades Since the Prehistoric ages and the days of ancient Greece Right down through the Middle Ages Planet earth kept going through changes And then no renaissance came, and times continued to change Nothing stayed the same, but there were always renegades Like Chief Sitting Bull, Tom Paine Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcom X They were renegades of their time and age So many renegades We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk From a different solar system many many galaxies away We are the force of another creation A new musical revelation And we're on this musical mission to help the others listen And groove from land to land singin' electronic chants like Zulu nation Revelations Destroy our nations Destroy our nations Destroy our nations Destroy our nations Destroy our nations Destroy our nations Now renegades are the people with their own philosophies They change the course of history Everyday people like you and me We're the renegades we're the people With our own philosophies We change the course of history Everyday people like you and me C'mon We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk Poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop Because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin' Poppin', sockin', puttin' a side of hip-hop Because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin' Poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop 'Cause we're poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop Poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're the renegades of funk We're teachers of the funk And not of empty popping We're blessed with the force and the sight of electronics With the bass, and the treble the horns and our vocals 'Cause everytime I pop into the beat we get fresh There was a time when our music Was something called the Bay Street beat People would gather from all around To get down to the big sound You had to be a renegade in those days To take a man to the dance floor Say jam sucker Say jam sucker Say groove sucker Say groove sucker Say dance sucker Say dance sucker Now move sucker Now move sucker (x2) We're the renegades of funk
His spit is worth more than her work Pass the purse to the pugilists He's a prizefighter And he bought rings and he owns kin And now he's swingin' And now he's the champion Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver A spotless domain Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more Pictures of fields without fences A spotless domain Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more Pictures of fields without fences Her body numbs as he approaches the door As he approaches the door As he approaches the door As he approaches the door As he approaches Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! (Solo de guitarra) Yeah! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Revolver! Revolver! Revolver! Revolver!
Lick off the shot my stories shock ya like Ellison Main line adrenaline Gaza to Tienanmen From the basement I'm dwellin' in I cock back tha sling to stone a settler And breaks him off clean, call me the upsetter Here comes the hands on the leashes The cross, the capital, the pale families, the fear and the mouthpieces The single sista lynch The cell doors crash And the master's drums echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo Roll right! Roll call! But now we're alright, we're all calm! Roll right! Roll call! And now we're alright, we're all calm! This hits like fists bomb with the left and don't miss With the sickest stilo I spark fear like pigs in the park Head crack, I hijack the papers The vapors caught fire up in your mind Come back rewind one time Here comes the hands on the leashes The cross, the capital, the pale families, the fear and the mouthpieces The single sista lynch The cell doors crash And the master's drums echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo Roll right! Roll call! But now we're alright, we're all calm! Roll right! Roll call! We gotta take 'em to tha seventh level We gotta take 'em to tha seventh level For their lives and my lives were never settled Come on, don't freeze when zero hour comes Come on, come on, don't freeze when zero hour comes Come on Send 'em to tha seventh level! Send 'em to tha seventh level! Send 'em to tha seventh level! Send 'em to tha seventh level! For their lives and my lives were never settled
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 recognise Having never seen the colour of my father's eyes Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can grip I tried to grip my family But I slipped To escape from the pain in an existence mundane I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name Read my writing on the wall No-one's here to catch me when I fall Death is on my side....suicide! 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 recognise Having never seen the colour of my father's eyes Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can grip I tried to grip my family But I slipped To escape from the pain in an existence mundane I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name Read my writing on the wall No-one's here to catch me when I fall Caught between my culture and the system....genocide! Read my writing on the wall No-one's here to catch me when I fall If ignorance is bliss, then knock the smile off my face Yeah! If we don't take action now We settle for nothing later Settle for nothing now And we'll settle for nothing later If we don't take action now We settle for nothing later We'll settle for nothing now And we'll settle for nothing later If we don't take action now We'll settle for nothing later We settle for nothing now And we'll settle for nothing later If we don't take action now We settle for nothing later We'll settle for nothing now And we'll settle for nothing later
The world is my expense The cost of my desire Jesus blessed me with its future And I protect it with fire So raise your fists And march around Just dont take what you need Ill jail and bury those committed And smother the rest in greed Crawl with me into tomorrow Or Ill drag you to your grave Im deep inside your children Theyll betray you in my name Hey, Hey Sleep now in the fire Hey, Hey Sleep now in the fire The lie is my expense The scope of my desire The party blessed me with its future And I protect it with fire I am the Nina The Pinta The Santa Maria The noose and the rapist The fields overseer The agents of orange The priests of Hiroshima The cost of my desire Sleep now in the fire Hey, Hey Sleep now in the fire Hey, Hey Sleep now in the fire For its the end of history Its caged and frozen still There is no other pill to take So swallow the one That made you ill The Nina The Pinta The Santa Maria The noose and the rapist The fields overseer The agents of orange The priests of Hiroshima The cost of my desire Sleep now in the fire Yeaaaaaah Sleep now in the fire Sleep now in the fire Sleep now in the fire Sleep now in the fire
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 yes! Oh greed oh yes Yeah! Yeah! (26 years in this stage Yeah! you're 26 years in this stage) Yeah! Your frienship is a fog That disappears when the wind redirects You! Yes you! (Solo de guitarra) Father's expectations, soul soaked in, spit and urine And you gotta make it where? To a sanctuary that's a fragile American hell An empty dream A selfish, horrific vision Passed on like the deadliest of viruses Crushing you and your naive profession Have no illusions boy Vomit all ideals and serve Sleep and wake and serve And don't just think just wake and serve Yeah! Yeah! (26 years in this stage Yeah! you're 26 years in this stage) Yeah! Your friendship is a fog That disappears when the wind redirects You! Interested in you, interested in you Interested in you, interested in you
Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy 'Cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy Tell me what can a poor boy do 'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town There's just no place for a street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man Do you think the time is right for a palace revolution Where I live the game to play is compromise solution Well then what can a poor boy 'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town There's just no place for a street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man Well what else can a poor boy do? Well what else can a poor boy do? Well what else can a poor boy do? Well what else can a poor boy do? Hey my name is called disturbance I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants Well what can a poor boy do For sing for a rock 'n' roll band In this sleepy L.A. town There's just no place for For a street fighting man A street fighting man For a street fighting man A street fighting man For a street fighting man A street fighting man For a street fighting man A street fighting man For a street fighting man A street fighting man (x8)
Hablado: 'Crank the music up' 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 write So called facts are fraud They want us to allege and pledge And bow down to their God Lost the culture, the culture lost Spun our minds and through time Ignorance has taken over Yo, we gotta take the power back! Bam! Here's the plan Motherfuck Uncle Sam Step back, I know who I am Raise up your ear, I'll drop the style and clear It's the beats and the lyrics they fear The rage is relentless We need a movement with a quickness You are the witness of change And to counteract We gotta take the power back Yeah, we gotta take the power back Come on, come on! We gotta take the power back The present curriculum I put my fist in 'em Eurocentric every last one of 'em See right through the red, white and blue disguise With lecture I puncture the structure of lies Installed in our minds and attempting To hold us back We've got to take it back 'Cause holes in our spirit causin' tears and fears One-sided stories for years and years and years I'm inferior? Who's inferior? Yea, we need to check the interior Of the system that cares about only one culture And that is why We gotta take the power back Yeah, we gotta take the power back Come on, come on! We gotta take the power back Hey yo check, we're gonna have to break it, break it, break it down Awww shit! Uggh! And like this...uggh! Come on, yeah! Bring it back the other way! The teacher stands in front of the class But the lesson plan he can't recall The student's eyes don't perceive the lies Bouning off every fucking wall His composure is well kept I guess he fears playing the fool The complacent students sit and listen to some of that Bullshit that he learned in school Europe ain't my rope to swing on Can't learn a thing from it Yet we hang from it Gotta get it, gotta get it together then Like the motherfuckin' weathermen To expose and close the doors on those who try To strangle and mangle the truth 'Cause the circle of hatred continues unless we react We gotta take the power back Yeah, we gotta take the power back Come on, come on! We gotta take the power back No more lies (8 veces, llevándolo a un crescendo) Uggh! Yeah! Take it back y'all Take it back, a-take it back A-take it back y'all, come on! Take it back y'all Take it back, a-take it back A-take it back y'all, come on! Uggh! Yeah!
The movie ran through me The Glamour subdue me The tabloid untie me Im empty please fill me Mister anchor assure me That Baghdad is burning Your voice it is so soothing That cunning mantra of killing I need you my witness To dress this up so bloodless To numb me and purge me now Of thoughts of blaming you Yes the car is our wheelchair My witness your coughing Oily silence mocks the legless Boys who travel now in coffins On the corner (corner) The jurys sleepless (sleepless) We found your weakness (weakness) And its right outside your door Now testify Now testify Its right outside your door Now testify Yes testify Its right outside your door With precision you feed me My witness Im hungry Your temple it calms me So I can carry on My slaving, sweating, The skin right off my bones On a bed of fire Im choking On the smoke that fills my home The wrecking ball is rushing Witness your blushing The pipeline is gushing While here we lie in tombs While on the corner (corner) The jurys sleepless (sleepless) We found your weakness (weakness) And its right outside your door Now testify Yeah testify Its right outside your door Now Testify Now Testify And its right outside your door Mass graves for the pump and the price is set, and the price is set Mass graves for the pump and the price is set, and the price is set Mass graves for the pump and the price is set, and the price is set Mass graves for the pump and the price is set, and the price is set Who controls the past now controls the future Who controls the present now controls the past Who controls the past now controls the future Who controls the present now? Now Testify Testify Its right outside your door Now Testify Testify Its right outside your door
Man walks along the railroad track He's Goin' some place, there's no turnin' back The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge The shelter line stretchin' around the corner Welcome to the New World Order Families sleepin' in their cars out in the Southwest No job, no hope, no peace, no rest, NO REST! And The highway is alive tonight Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes I'm sitting down here in the campfire light Searchin' for the Ghost of Tom Joad He pulls his prayer book out of a sleepin' bag The preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag He's waitin' 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 a gun in your hand Lookin' for a pillow of solid rock Bathin' in the cities' aqueducts And The highway is alive tonight Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light With the Ghost of old Tom Joad Now Tom Said; "Ma, whenever ya see a cop beatin' a guy Wherever a hungry new born baby cries Whereever there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air Look for me ma' I'll be there Wherever somebodies stuglin' for a place to stand For a decent job or a helpin' hand Wherever somebody is strugglin' to be free Look in their eyes ma, You'll see me! (x8) And the highway is alive tonight nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light With the Ghost of Tom Joad. Yeah!
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 Get a check up This is a stick up Our freedom or your life Lord, I wish I could be peacful But there can be no sequel Now freedom must be fundamental In Johannesburg or South Central On the mic, 'cause someone should tell 'em To kick in the township rebellion Yeah, what about that sucker? Yeah, so you thought you could get with the hardlines That fill your mind Thoughts, battles fought And lessons taught Yes I'll display the fitness And flip like a gymnast Raise my fist and resist Asleep, though we stand in the midst Of the war Gotta get mine Gotta get more Keepin' the mic warm against the norm 'Cause what does it offer me? I think often it's nothin' but a coffin Gotta get wreck 'Till our necks never swing on a rope From here to the cape of no hope Now freedom must be fundamental In Johannesburg or South Central On the mic, 'cause someone should tell 'em To kick in the township rebellion Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm (4 veces) (Solo de guitarra) Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm (4 veces) What's it gonna take? Euuurrrggghhhhh! Shackle their minds when they're bent on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost Shackle their minds when they're left on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost Shackled our minds when we're bent on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost Shackled our minds when we're left on the cross When ignorance reigns, life is lost, lost, lost! Shackle your minds and you're left on the cross! When ignorance reigns, life is lost! Just shackle your minds when you're bent on the cross! When ignorance reigns, life is lost, lost! Why stand on a silent platform? Fight the war, fuck the norm (4 veces)
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 kerosene Merge on tha networks, slangin' nerve gas Up jump tha boogie then bang, let 'em hang While tha paraniod try ta stuff tha void Let's capture this AM mayhem Undressed, and blessed by tha Lord Tha power pendulum swings by tha umbilical cord Shock around tha clock, from noon 'til noon Men grabbin' they mics, and stuff 'em into tha womb Terror's tha product ya push Well I'm a truth addict, oh shit I gotta headrush Sheep tremble an here come tha votes Thrown from tha throat, new cages an scapegoats Undressed and blessed by tha Lord Tha same devil that ran around Managua wit a sword Check out tha new style that Ollie found I tune in wit a bullet ta shut down tha devil sound Shut down tha devil sound Tha program of Vietnow Shut down tha devil sound Turn on the 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 the 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 kerosene Flex tha cerebellum, fire, uh! Somebody gotta shell 'em These evil angels lists, hittin' tha AM playlist Paid ta say this That one inhuman, illegal, single woman Tha one wit out a room The transmissions wippin' our backs Yeah, comin' down like bats from Stacy Coon Terror's tha product ya push Well I'm a truth addict, oh shit I gotta headrush Tha sheep tremble an here come tha votes Thrown from tha throat, new cages and scapegoats One caution tha mics a detonator unwound Ta shut down tha devil sound Shut down tha devil sound Check tha heads bow in vietnow Shut down tha devil sound Is all tha world jails and churches? Is all tha world jails and churches? Is all tha world jails and churches? Is all tha world jails and churches? Is all tha world jails and churches? Radio, nah fuck it, turn it off Fear is your only god on tha 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 tha radio Nah fuck it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god
Uh, Uh Cmon check it Through Steel walls Your voice blastin on True rebel, my brother Mumia I reflect upon You be tha spark That set the prairie fires on Make the masses a mastodon path To trample the fascists on At fifteen exposed Phillys finest killing machine Boots and mad guns They pacify ya young Cause and effect Smell tha smoke and tha breeze My panther, my brother We are at war until youre free Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless Yet tha powerful got nervous Cause he refused to be their servant He spit truth That burned like black churches Prose and versesA million poor in hearses Watch the decision of Dred Scott As it reverses Long as the rope Is tied around Mumias neck Let there be no rich white life We bound to respect Cause and effect Cant ya smell tha smoke in tha breeze My panther, my brother We are at war until you're free Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless Youll never silence the voice of the voiceless And Orwells hell a terror era coming through But this little brothers watching you too And Orwells hell a terror era coming through But this little brothers watching you too Watching you too
Come on! Uggh! Come 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 I'm mad Still knee-deep in the system's shit Hoover, he was a body remover I'll give ya a dose But it'll never come close To the rage built up inside of me Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy Movements come and movements go Leaders speak, movements cease When their heads are flown 'Cause all these punks Got bullets in their heads Departments of police, the judges, the feds Networks at work, keepin' people calm You know they went after King When he spoke out on Vietnam He turned the power to the have-nots And then came the shot Yeah! Yeah, back in this... Wit' poetry, my mind I flex Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up To shake ya up, to break the structure up 'Cause blood still flows in the gutter I'm like takin' photos Mad boy kicks open the shutter Set the groove Then stick and move like I was Cassius Rep the stutter step Then bomb a left upon the fascists Yea, the several federal men Who pulled schemes on the dream And put it to an end Ya better beware Of retribution with mind war 20/20 visions and murals with metaphors Networks at work, keepin' people calm Ya know they murdered X And tried to blame it on Islam He turned the power to the have-nots And then came the shot Uggh! What was the price on his head? What was the price on his head! I think I heard a shot (5 veces) I think I heard, I think I heard a shot De fondo: 'Black nationalism' 'He may be a real contender for this position should he abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine of non-violence...and embrace black nationalism' 'Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to pinpoint potential trouble-makers...' 'And neutralise them' Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Hablado: "How long? Not long, 'cause what you reap is what you sow."
The Battle of los Angeles texto=Every official that come in Cripples us leaves us maimed Silent and tamed And with our flesh and bones He builds his homes Southern fist Rise through tha jungle mist Clenched to smash power so cancerous Black flag and a red star A rising sun loomin over Los Angeles Yes for Raza livin in La La Like Gaza on to tha dawn Intifada Reach for the lessons tha masked pass on Seize tha metropolis Its you its built on Everything can change on new years day Everything can change on a new years day Everything can change on a new years day Everything changed on a new years day Cmon War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land Their existence is a crime Their seat, their robe, their tie Their land deeds Their hired guns Theyre tha crime Shots heard underground round the rapture Worlds eye captured At last is a Mexican pasture Tha masked screaming land or death within a breath A war from the depth of time Shot four puppet governors in a line Shook all tha world bankers Who think they can rhyme Shot the landlords who knew it was mine Yes its a war from the depth of time And everything can change on a new years day Everything can change on a new years day Everything can change on a new years day Everything can change on a new years day Cmon Uh Wearin the masked scream War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death Its land or death (susurrado) Yeaaaaaah Uh Cmon, cmon, yes, yes, yes Its war within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death War within a breath Its land or death
Flip this capital eclipse Tha vocal tone has got 'em sweatin' their own apocalypse Yes, rebel of tha grains stand masterless Tha masked ones cap one NAFTA comin' with tha new disaster And yes we in wit tha wind an tha plan de Ayala kin Are comin' back around again Tha slave driver saliva, one night power turns Them devils mouths dry, now Mexico burns So here they come one by one them killers of the new frontier Occupy, causin' fear, come on Wit the wind below We in wit the wind below Wit the wind below Flip this capital eclipse Them bury life wit IMF shifts, and poison lips Yo they talk it, while slicin' our veins yo so mark it From the FINCAS overseers, to them vultures playin' markets She ain't got nothin' but weapon and shawl She is Chol, Tzotzil, Tojolobal, Tzeltal The tools are her tools, Ejidos and ovaries She once suffocated, now through a barrel she breathes She is the wind below The wind below She is the wind below (Solo de guitarra) And all the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the truth While the new trust is gonna flex, and cast their image in you Yeah all the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the truth And while the new trust tries ta flex, and cast their image in you And GE is gonna flex and try and annex the truth And NBC is gonna flex and cast their image in you And Disney bought the fantasies and piles of eyes And ABC's new thrill rides of trials and lies And while the gut eaters strain to pull the mud from their mouths They force our ears to go deaf to the screams in the south Yeah! But we in wit the wind below! But we in wit the wind below! But we in wit the wind below!
Uh! Got no card so I got not soul Life is prison, no parole, no control Tha jura got my number on a wire tap 'Cause I jack for similac, fuck a cadillac Survive one motive no hope 'Cause every sidewalk I walk is like a tightrope Yes I know my deadline sire, when my life expires I'm sendin' paper south under tha barbed wire Tha mother of my child will lose her mind at my grave It's my life for their life so call it a free trade "Por vida" and our name up on tha stall I took a death trip when I tried ta cross tha white wall Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face One motive no hope ah, born without a face Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face One motive no hope ah, yeah, born without a face Without a face Yeah, I tried ta look back ta my past long lost A blood donor ta tha land owner holocaust Pops heart stopped, in came tha air drop Flooded tha trench he couldn't shake tha toxic shock Maize was all we needed ta sustain Now her golden skin burns, insecticide rain Ya down wit DDT yeah you know me Raped for tha grapes, profit for tha bourgeois (?) War tape boomin' path is Luminoso I'm headed north like my name was kid 'Cisco To survive one motive no hope, ah It's hard ta breathe wit Wilson's head around my throat Strangled and mangled another SS curtain call When I tried ta cross tha white wall When I tried ta cross tha white walls Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face One motive no hope ah, born without a face Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face One motive no hope ah, born without a face You say fortify, reaction, you divide And you say fortify, reaction, reaction And you say fortify, reaction, reaction You say fortify, reaction, you divide
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 come separate the healthy from tha sick Ya weigh me on a scale, smellin' burnt skin It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from within 'Cause I'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates Aw, power to tha people 'Cause tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die So I'm goin' out heavy sorta like Mount Tai Wit tha five centuries of penitentiary so let tha guilty hang In tha year of tha boomerang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it So let tha guilty hang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it In the year of tha boomerang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it So let tha guilty hang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it In the year of tha boomerang Yeah! Now it's upon you! Now it's upon you! 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 Swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spit Instructor come separate the healthy from tha sick Ya weigh me on a scale, I'm smellin' burnt skin It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from within 'Cause I'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my classmates Aw, power to tha people, yeah, yeah Tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die I'm goin' out heavy sorta like Mount Tai Wit tha five centuries of penitentiary so let tha guilty hang In tha year of tha boomerang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it So let tha guilty hang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it Uh! In the year of tha boomerang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it So let tha guilty hang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it In the year of tha boomerang Yeah! Now it's upon you! Now it's upon you! You! You! You! You! You! You! You! You! Yeah!