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Rage against the machine |
Bombtrack |
Know Your Enemy Wake Up Fistful of Steel Township Rebellion Freedom |
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Rage against the machine |
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Instead
i warm my hands on the Flames
of the flag As
i recall out downfall And
the business that burned us all See
through the news and views that Twist
reality Enough I
call the bluff Manifest
destiny Landlords
and power whores On
my people they took turns Dispute
the suits ignite And
then watch 'em burn The
thoughts of a militant mind Hardline,
hardline after, hardline Landlords
and power whores On
my people they took turns Dispute
the suits 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 Another
funky radical bombtrack Started
as a sketch in my notebook But
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 Interfier With
the thoughts of a miliant mind Hardline,
hardline after hardline Landlords
and power whores On
my people they took turns Dispute
the suits ignite And
then watch 'em burn 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 taught ya (11 times) But
now you do what they taught ya Well
now you do what they taught ya Those
who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the Chosen
whites You
justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the Chosen
whites Those
who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the Chosen
whites You
justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the Chosen
whites Some
of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses Some
of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses Some
of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses Some
of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses Uggh! Killing
in the name of Killing
in the name of And
now you do what they taught ya (4 times) And
now you do what they taught ya, now you're under control (7
times) And
now you do what they taught ya! Those
who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the Chosen
whites You
justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the Chosen
whites Those
who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the Chosen
whites You
justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the Chosen
whites Come
on! Fuck
you, i won't do what you tell me (8 times building to a shout) Fuck
you, i won't do what you tell me! (8 times screamed/shouted) Motherfucker! 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 We
gotta take the power back Bam,
here's the plan Mother
fuck uncle sam Step
back, i know who i am Raise
up your, i'll drop the Style
and clear It's
the beats and lyrics they fear The
rage is relentless We
need a movement with a quickless You
are the witness of change And
to counteract We
gotta take the power back We
gotta take the power back we gotta take the power back The
present curriculums 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 Attepting To
hold us back We've
got to take it back 'Cause
holes in out spirit are Causin'
tears and fears One-sided
stories for years and Years
and years I'm
ionferior? Who's inferior? Yea,
we needa check the interior Of
the system who cares about only One
culture And
that is why We
gotta take the power back 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 Bouncing
off every fucking wall His
composure is well kept I
guess he fears playing the fool The
complacent students sit and Listen
to the Bullshit
that he learned in school Europe
ain't my rope to swing on Can't
learn a thing from it Yet
we hand from it Gotta
get it, gotta get it together then Like
the mother fuckin' 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 Chorus A
jail cell is freedom from the pain In
my home Hatred
passed on, passed on and Passed
on A
world of violence rage But
it's one that i can recognise Having
never seen the color 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 an Existence
mudane I
gotta 8, a sign, a set and how i Gotta
name Read
my writing on the wall No
one's here to catch me when i Fall But
death is on my side Suicide A
jail cell is freedom from the pa In
my home Hatred
passed on, passed on and Passed
on A
world of violence rage But
it's one that i can recognise Having
never seen the color of my Father's
eyes Yes,
i dwell in hell but it's a he That
i can grip I
tried to grip my family But
i slipped To
escape from the pain an Existence
mudane I
gotta 8, a sign, a set and howi 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 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 This
time the bullet cold rocket ya A
yellow ribbon instead of a Swastika Nothin'
proper about ya propaganda Fools
follow rules when the set Commands
ya They
said it was blue When
the blood was red That's
how you got a bullet blasted Through
ya head Blasted
through ya head Blasted
through ya head I
give a shout out to the living Dead Who
stood and watched as the feds Cold
centralized So
setence on the screen You
was mesmerized Cellular
phone soundin' a death Tone Corporations
cold Turn
ya to stone before ya realize They
load the clip in omnicolor They
pack the 9, they fire it at Prime
time Sleeping
gas, every home was like Alcatraz And
mutha fuckas lost their minds Just
victims of the in-house Drive-by They
say jump, you say how high They
load the clip in omnicolor They
pack the 9, they fire it at Prime
time Sleeping
gas, every home was like Alcatraz And
mutha fuckas lost their minds No
escape from the mass mind rape Play
it again hack and then rewind The
tape Play
it again and again and again Until
ya mind is locked in Beleivin'
all the lies that they're Tellin'
yea Buying
all the products that they're Selling
ya They
say jump 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 Ya
standin' in line Believin'
the lies Ya
bowin' down to the flag Ya
gotta bullet in ya head Born
with insight and a raised fist A
witness to the slit wrist 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 amplity 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 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 The
mind of a revolutionary So
clear the lane The
finger to the land of chains What?
The land of the free? Whoever
told you that is your enemy 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 any 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 sick Of
you Time
has come to pay 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 Althought
ya try to discredit Ya
still never edit The
needle, i'll thread it Radically,
poetic Standin'
with the fury that they had 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 Wit'
poetry, my mind i flex Flip
like, wilson, vocals never Lackin',
dat finesse Whadda
i have to do to wake ya up To
shake ya up, to break the Structure
up 'Cause
this blood still flows in the Gutter I'm
like takin' photos Mad
boy kicks open the shutter Set
the groove Then
i stick and move like i was Cassius Rep
the stutter step Then
bomb a left upon the facists Yea,
the several federal men Who
pulled schemes on the dream And
put it to an end Ya
betta beware Of
retribution with mind war 20/20
visions and murals with Metaphors The
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 What
was the price on his head 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 Mad
boy grips the microphone Wit'
a fistful of steel Chorus: Fistful
of steel Fistful
of steel Fistful
of steel Fistful
of steel Yes,
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 silence 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 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 shaquile Mad
boy grips the microphone Wit'
a fistful of steel A
44 full of bullets Face
full 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 If
the vibe was suicide Then
you would push da button But
if ya bowin' down Then
let me do the cuttin' Rebel,
rebel and yell 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 Out
freedom of your life I
wish i could be peaceful But
there can be no sequel Now
freedom must be fundamental In
johannesburg so south central On
the mic, 'cause someone should Tell
'em To
kick in the township rebellion Yes,
so you thought ya could get With
the hardlines That
fill your mind The
thoughts, battles fought And
lessons taught And
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 mine 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 'Til
out necks never swing on a rope From
here to the cape of no hope Why
stand On
a silent platform Fight
the war Fuck
the norm 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 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 Yo,
check the diagonal Three
million gone Come
on 'Cause
ya know they're counting Backwards
to zero Environment The
environment exceeding on the Level Of
our unconsciousness For
example What
does the billboard say Come
and play, come and play Forget
about the movement Anger
is a gift Freedom, freedom, yea right
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