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Rage Against The Machine - Renegades

1. Microphone Fiend
2. Pistol Grip Pump
3. Kick Out the Jams
4. Renegades of Funk
5. Beautiful World
6. I'm Housin'
7. In My Eyes
8. How Could I Just Kill a Man
9. Ghost of Tom Joad
10. Down on the Street
11. Street Fighting Man
12. Maggie's Farm
13. Kick Out the Jams (live)
14. How Could I Just Kill a Man (live)

1. Microphone Fiend

Microphone Fiend
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
'Cause I 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 other 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,
Magnetized by the mixing

E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly (x4)

But back to the problem, I gotta habit,
You can't solve it, 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 reanimator!
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 (x4)

A smooth operator operating correctly (x4)

Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated (x6)

E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly (x4)

A smooth operator operating correctly (x3)
E-F-F-E-C-T

2. Pistol Grip Pump

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (x3)
They can be fucking with other niggas shit
But they can't be fucking with mine
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (x3)
They can be fucking with other niggas shit
But they can't be fucking with mine

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
Its on my lap its on your lips so track shot
A steel dick more flip 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, I kill the fool
Come on what you say?
I think I can take all you motherfuckers down to lay-a-way

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (x3)
They can be fucking with other niggas shit
But they can't be fucking with mine
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (x3)
They can be fucking with other niggas shit
But they can't 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 stabbed sucka we on your side ooh wow wee
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 (x3)
They can be fucking with other niggas shit
But they can't be fucking with mine

3. Kick Out the Jams

We 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
Hot, sweet, and tight
When 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
Kick out the jams
I gotta kick 'em out

Well I'm startin' to sweat
You know my shirt's all wet
What a feelin' no baby
And the sound that abounds and
Resounds and rebounds straight off the ceiling
You gotta have it, baby
You can't do without
When you get the feelin'
You gotta kcik 'em out
Put that mic in my hand
And let me kick out the jams
Kick out the jams
We gotta kick 'em out

So you got to get it up
You know you can't get enough
That's what ...
'Cause it gets in your brain and
It drives you insane, makes you crazy
The wriggling guitar and the crash of the drums
If you wanna feed my rocket
Till the morning comes
Let me be who I am
And let me kick out the jams
Yeah kick out the jams
We gotta kick 'em out

4. Renegades of Funk

No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now (x2)

We're renegades of this atomic age
This atomic age for renegades (x2)

Since the Prehistoric ages and the days of ancient Greece
On down through the Middle Ages
Planet earth kept going through changes
And then no renaissance came, and times continued to change
Nothing stays the same, but there were always renegades
Like Chief Sitting Bull, Tom Payne
Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcom X
They were renegades of the time and age
So many renegades

We're the renegades of funk (x4)

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 (x6)

Now renegades are the people with their own philosophy
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 (x4)

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
Because 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 (x4)

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
You know everytime we 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 those days
To take a man on 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 (x8)

5. Beautiful World

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 we want to say
"It's a wonderful place
Oh, what a wonderful place,
For you (x6)"
Not me

6. I'm Housin'

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 I 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 sucka
But I'm on track, like a Long Island train
That can head 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, ey yo you know it's me

Because I'm housin (x6)

Because I'm housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb (x4)

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
Treatin me the Z to the D, like a stepchild
Well 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 that when the joker's are wild
When a fag can't hack it and try to bite the style
I get hip to the scheme, before it happens
If it gets wild, then I'll start cappin
But for now, since everything's calm
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb

Because I'm housin (x4)

Because I'm housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb (x4)

7. In My Eyes

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 (x8)

And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes (x2)

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
At least i'm fuckin' trying
What the fuck have you done?

It's in my eyes (x8)

And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes (x2)

8. How Could I Just Kill a Man

Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing
You're missing the hootah
Of the funky buddha
Eluder
Of your fucked-up styles, I get wicked
So come on as I start to kick it
'Cause we're like the outlaws stridin'
While suckers are hidin'
Jump behind the bush when you see me drivin'
By
Hanging out my window
And my magnum taking out some putos
Acting kind of loco
I'm just another local
Kid from the street getting paid from my vocals

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man (x4)

Here is something you can't understand

I'm ignoring all the dumb shit
Yo, because nothing is coming from it
I'm not gonna waste no time fuckin' around my gat straight humming
Hummin', Coming at ya
Yeah ya know I had to gatt ya
Time for some action
Just a fraction of friction
I got the clearance
To run the interference
Into your satellite
Shining a battle light
Sen got the gatt and I know that he'll gatt you right
Here's an example
Just a little sample
How I could 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 anyway
HaHaHaHa That 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 (x4)

It's gonna be a long time before I finish
One of the many missions that I had to establish
To lite
My spliff ignite
You with insight
So if you ain't down, bullshit!
Say some punk tried to get you for your auto
Would you call the One-time and play the role model?
No! I think you'll play like a thug
Next you hear the shot of a magnum slug
Humming coming at ya
Yeah ya know I'm gonna gatt ya!
How you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been?
Understand where I'm coming from
When you're up on the hill in your big home
I'm out here risking my dome
Just for a bucket
Or a fast duck it
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 (x12)

How I could just kill a man (x2)

9. Ghost of Tom Joad

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 as 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
Where ever a hungry new born baby cries
Where ever there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me ma'
I'll be there
Where ever somebodies stuglin' for a place to stand
For a decent job or a helpin' hand
Where ever somebody is strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes ma,
You'll see me! (x9)

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.

10. Down on the Street

Down on the street where the faces shine
Floatin' around I'm a real low mind
See a pretty thing in a wall
See a pretty thing in a wall

In a wall (x3)

Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love
Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love
A thousand eyes they look at you
A thousand eyes they, they look at you

Oh Come On! (x3)
Yeah Yeah Yeah
(x3)

Oh Come On! (x3)

Faces shine
I'm real low mind
Faces shine
I'm a real low

Oh Come On! (x3)
Yeah Yeah Yeah
(x2)

11. Street Fighting Man

Street Fighting Man

Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
Tell me what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man

A street fighting man (x3)

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 do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man

A street fighting man (x3)

Well what else can a poor boy do (x4)

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
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's no place for a street fighting man

A street fighting man
For a street fighting man (x8)

12. Maggie's Farm

Maggie's Farm

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 up 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 floor
I ain't gonna work on nah
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel
He hands you a dime
He asks you with a grin
If you're havin' a good time

Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain't gonna work for no
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
Ah, I ain't gonna work for nah
Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law
Everybody says
She's the brains behind pa

She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four
I ain't gonna work for nah
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

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 try my best
To be just like I am
But everybody wants you
To be just like them

They sing while you slave and I just get bored
I ain't gonna work on nah
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more