Aquí hay algunas de las canciones de Rage de varios álbumes. También hay letras de canciones que no aparecen en ningún álbum oficial. Y para entender mejor el mensaje de Rage, algunas de las letras traen traducción. Haz click en la canción que quieras ver.
Del álbum RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE:
- Recuperar el Poder (Traducción de Take the Power Back)- Conformismo (Traducción de Settle for Nothing)
- Sublevación Ciudadana (Traducción de Township Rebellion)
- Despierta (Traducción de Wake Up)
- Conoce tu Enemigo (Traducción de Know Your Enemy)
Del álbum EVIL EMPIRE:
- Sin Rostro (Traducción de Without a Face)
Del álbum THE BATTLE OF LOS ANGELES:
COVERS Y RAREZAS:
- No Shelter (banda sonora de "Godzilla")
- Sin Refugio (traducción de No Shelter)
- Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos (en vivo con Chuck D)
- Darkness (banda sonora de "El Cuervo")
- Fuck Tha Police (cover de la canción de N.W.A.)
BAJO EL
ENFOQUE CORRECTO ESTUDIAR FAVORECE LA PERSPICACIA,
PERO EL
SISTEMA NOS ENSEÑA A LEER Y DE HECHO
LOS
LLAMADOS "HECHOS" SON UN FRAUDE,
NOS LO
AFIRMAN Y PROMETEN
Y QUIEREN
INCLINARNOS ANTE SU DIOS.
PERDER LA
CULTURA, LA CULTURA ES PERDIDA.
CONFUNDEN
NUESTRAS MENTES, Y EN LA IGNORANCIA SE APROPIAN DE ELLAS.
HEMOS DE
RECUPERAR EL PODER.
BAM! AQUI
ESTA EL PLAN,
EL HIJO
PUTA DEL TIO SAM,
RETROCEDE,
SE QUIEN SOY.
ESCUCHA
ESTO, OMITIRE EL ESTILO, CLARAMENTE,
SON LOS
RITMOS Y LETRAS QUE TEMEN
LA IRA ES
IMPLACABLE.
NECESITAMOS
UN MOVIMIENTO URGENTEMENTE
ERES
TESTIGO DEL CAMBIO
CONTRARRESTA.
HEMOS DE
RECUPERAR EL PODER.
HEMOS DE
RECUPERAR EL PODER.
LANZO MI PUÑO
CONTRA LOS ACTUALES PLANES DE ESTUDIO
HASTA EL
ULTIMO EUROCENTRISTA DE ELLOS.
MIRA BIEN A
TRAVES DEL DISFRAZ ROJO, BLANCO Y AZUL.
CON
PALABRAS ROMPERE LA ESTRUCTURA DE MENTIRAS
QUE HAN
INSTALADO EN NUESTRAS MENTES E INTENTARE
RECUPERARLAS
HEMOS DE
RECUPERARLAS.
PORQUE ESOS
AGUJEROS EN NUESTRO ESPIRITU SON CAUSA DE LAGRIMAS Y MIEDOS
LA HISTORIA
CONTADA POR UNA PARTE DURANTE AÑOS Y AÑOS Y AÑOS
SOY
INFERIOR? QUIEN ES INFERIOR?
SI, HEMOS
DE MIRAR EN EL INTERIOR
DEL SISTEMA
QUE SOLO SE PREOCUPA POR UNA CULTURA.
Y ES POR
ESTO QUE
HEMOS DE
RECUPERAR EL PODER
HEMOS DE
RECUPERAR EL PODER
LO
DESTROZAREMOS
ASI VAMOS,
TRAIGAMOS OTRAS FORMAS.
EL PROFESOR
ESTA DELANTE DE LA CLASE
PERO NO
PUEDE DESAFIAR EL PLAN DE LA
LECCION.
LOS OJOS DE
LOS ESTUDIANTES NO PERCIBEN LAS MENTIRAS
Y REBOTAN
EN CADA JODIDO MURO.
SU CALMA ES
BIEN RECIBIDA
SUPONGO QUE
TEMEN HACER EL TONTO
LOS
COMPLACIENTES ESTUDIANTES ESCUCHAN TODA LA MIERDA QUE LES ENSEÑAN.
EUROPA NO
ES MI PUNTO DE REFERENCIA
NO PUEDO
APRENDER NADA DE ELLOS
Y NOS
CUELGAN DE ELLA
VAMOS
JUNTOS
COMO LOS
HIJOS DE PUTA DEL WEATHERMEN.
EXPONER Y
CERRAR LAS PUERTAS DE LOS QUE INTENTAN
AHOGAR Y
MUTILAR LA VERDAD
POR QUE EL
CIRCULO DE ODIO CONTINUARA A MENOS QUE REACCIONEMOS
HEMOS DE
RECUPERAR EL PODER.
NO MAS
MENTIRAS.
NO MAS
MENTIRAS.
LA CELDA DE
LA PRISION ESTA LIBRE DE DOLOR, EN MI CASA
PASA EL
ODIO, PASA, PASA
UN MUNDO DE
FURIA VIOLENTA
PERO ES LO
QUE CONOZCO.
NUNCA VI EL
COLOR DE LOS OJOS DE MI PADRE
SI, VIVO EN
EL INFIERNO, PERO ES UN INFIERNO AL QUE PUEDO AGARRARME
INTENTO
AGARRARME A MI FAMILIA
PERO
RESBALO.
ESCAPAR DEL
DOLOR Y DE UNA EXISTENCIA VACIA
TENGO UNA
9MM, UN TRATO, UN ESCENARIO, Y AHORA TENGO UN NOMBRE
LEE MI
ESCRITO EN EL MURO.
NO HAY
NADIE PARA COGERME CUANDO CAIGO
LA MUERTE
ESTA EN MI LADO...SUICIDIO.
LA CELDA DE
LA PRISION ESTA LIBRE DE DOLOR, EN MI CASA
PASA EL
ODIO, PASA, PASA
UN MUNDO DE
FURIA VIOLENTA
PERO ES LO
QUE CONOZCO
NUNCA VI EL
COLOR DE LOS OJOS DE MI PADRE
SI, VIVO EN
EL INFIERNO, PERO ES UN INFIERNO AL QUE PUEDO AGARRARME
INTENTO
AGARRARME A MI FAMILIA
PERO
RESBALO.
ESCAPAR DEL
DOLOR Y DE UNA EXISTENCIA VACIA
TENGO UNA
9MM, UN TRATO, UN ESCENARIO, Y AHORA TENGO UN NOMBRE
LEE MI
ESCRITO EN EL MURO.
NO HAY
NADIE PARA COGERME CUANDO CAIGO
COGIDO
ENTRE EL MI CULTURA Y EL SISTEMA...GENOCIDIO
LEE MI
ESCRITO EN EL MURO
NO HAY
NADIE PARA COGERME CUANDO CAIGO
SI LA
IGNORANCIA ES EL EXTASIS, BORRA LA SONRISA DE MI CARA
SI NO
PASAMOS A LA ACCION AHORA
NO
LLEGAREMOS A NADA
SENTADOS
POR NADA AHORA
ESTAREMOS
SIEMPRE SENTADOS POR NADA
REBELATE,
REBELATE Y GRITA
PORQUE
NUESTRA GENTE AUN MORA EN EL INFIERNO,
ENCERRADA
EN UNA CELDA.
SI, EL
SISTEMA ES UNA CELDA
ES UNA
LOCURA,
CUANTO
PODREMOS AGUANTAR?
VEAMOS COMO
ESTA LA APUESTA.
ACCION PARA
REACCIONAR,
SI TU MENTE
ESTA EN UN ESTADO COMPLACIENTE,
COMPRUEBALA,
ESO ES
DEFENDERSE
O LIBERTAD,
O TU VIDA.
ME GUSTARIA
SER PACIFICO,
PERO
ENTONCES NO HABRIA NINGUN RESULTADO.
AHORA TU
LIBERTAD DEBE SER ALGO FUNDAMENTAL
EN
JOHANESBURGO O EN SOUTHCENTRAL.
EN EL
MICRO, ALGUIEN TIENE QUE DECIRLO,
GOLPEA EN
LA SUBLEVACION CIUDADANA.
QUE PASA
CON ESOS MAMONES?
ASI
PIENSAS, LO TIENES CON LA LINEA DURA.
TU MENTE
LLENA, PENSAMIENTOS,
BATALLAS
LUCHADAS
LECCIONES
ENSEÑADAS.
MOSTRARE MI
SALUD
ME MOVERE
COMO UN GIMNASTA
LEVANTO MI
PUÑO Y RESISTO.
DORMIDO,
PIENSO QUE ESTAMOS EN MEDIO DE LA GUERRA
CONSEGUIRE
LO QUE ME PERTENECE
CONSEGUIRE
MAS.
MANTENGO EL
MICROFONO CALIENTE CONTRA LAS NORMAS
POR QUE..¿QUE
ME OFRECEN?
NO ME
OFRECEN NADA, SOLO UN ATAUD.
DESTRUIRE.
NUESTROS
CUELLOS NO COLGARAN DE UNA SOGA
DESDE AQUI
AL CABO SIN ESPERANZA.
AHORA TU
LIBERTAD DEBE SER ALGO FUNDAMENTAL
EN
JOHANESBURGO O EN SOUTHCENTRAL.
EN EL
MICRO, ALGUIEN TIENE QUE DECIRLO,
GOLPEA EN
LA SUBLEVACION CIUDADANA.
POR QUE
ESTAS EN SILENCIO?
LUCHA EN LA
GUERRA, JODE LAS NORMAS.
SACUDE SUS
MENTES CUANDO SE ARRODILLAN ANTE LA CRUZ
CUANDO LA
IGNORANCIA IMPERA, LA VIDA ESTA PERDIDA.
POR QUE
ESTAS EN SILENCIO?
LUCHA EN LA
GUERRA, JODE LAS NORMAS.
AUNQUE
INTENTEN DESACREDITARME
NUNCA
CONSEGUIRAN DIRIGIRME.
ENEBRARE LA
AGUJA, RADICALMENTE POETICO.
DE PIE, CON
LA FURIA QUE TENIAN EN EL 66
Y COMO LA
DOBLE E ESTOY LOCO,
HASTA LAS
RODILLAS DE LA MIERDA DEL SISTEMA.
HOOVER FUE
UN REPARTIDOR DE CADAVERES,
LE DARIA LO
SUYO,
PERO ESO NO
APAGARA LA RABIA QUE HAY EN MI.
PUÑO EN
ALTO, EN LA TIERRA DE LA HIPOCRESIA.
LOS
MOVIMIENTOS VIENEN Y VAN
LOS LIDERES
HABLAN, Y LOS MOVIMIENTOS CESAN
CUANDO SUS
CABEZAS SON DERRAMADAS.
POR QUE
ESOS CABRONES TIENEN BALAS EN SUS CABEZAS,
DEPARTAMENTOS
DE POLICIA, A LOS JUECES, LOS ALIMENTOS.
LOS MEDIOS
DE COMUNICACION EMPIEZAN SU TRABAJO,
MANTENIENDO
A LA GENTE CALMADA.
SABES QUE
ELLOS FUERON DESPUES DE KING,
CUANDO EL
HABLABA DE SALIR DE VIETNAM,
DEVOLVIENDO
EL PODER A LOS QUE NO LO TENIAN
ENTONCES
LLEGO EL DISPARO.
CON POESIA,
FLEXIBILIZO MI MENTE,
HAGO COMO
WILSON, EN MIS PALABRAS NUNCA FALTARA LA SUTILEZA.
DESPIERTA.
HEMOS DE
DESPERTAR PARA ROMPER LA ESTRUCTURA,
POR QUE LA
SANGRE TODAVIA FLUYE POR EL ARROYO.
LOS CHICOS
FURIOSOS HABREN A PATADAS LAS CONTRAVENTANAS
ME
DESPLAZARE Y GOLPEARE COMO CASSIUS.
HAZ COMO SI
TUS PASOS FUERAN VACILANTES,
Y ENTONCES
DEJA UNA BOMBA SOBRE LOS FASCISTAS.
LOS
FEDERALES ROMPEN NUESTROS SUEÑOS,
TEN CUIDADO
CON TUS PENSAMIENTOS DE GUERRA,
20/20
VISIONES Y MURALES LLENOS DE METAFORAS.
LOS MEDIOS
DE COMUNICACION EMPIEZAN SU TRABAJO,
MANTENIENDO
A LA GENTE CALMADA.
SABES QUE
ELLOS ASESINARON A X
Y LE
HECHARON LA CULPA AL ISLAM,
EL DEVOLVIO
EL PODER A LOS QUE NO LO TENIAN
ENTONCES
LLEGO EL DISPARO.
CUAL FUE EL
PRECIO DE SUS CABEZAS?
CUAL FUE EL
PRECIO DE SUS CABEZAS?
CREO QUE HE
OIDO UN DISPARO.
CREO QUE HE
OIDO, CREO QUE HE OIDO UN DISPARO.
DESPIERTA,
DESPIERTA.
HASTA
CUANDO AGUANTAREMOS? NO MUCHO MAS,
PORQUE LO
QUE SIEMBRAS, ES LO QUE RECOGES.
NACI CON
PERSPICACIA Y EL PUÑO LEVANTADO
UN TESTIGO,
MIENTRAS ENTRAMOS EN EL 92.
INMOVIL EN
UNA HABITACION SIN VISTAS,
TIENES QUE
CONOCER
TIENES QUE
CONOCER
Y DIGO
VAMOS, VAMOS,
SUBE EL
VOLUMEN, AMPLIFICALO.
OPONTE.
SOY UN
HERMANO CON UNA MENTE FURIOSA
HEMOS DE
PASAR A LA ACCION.
NO
NECESITAMOS LA LLAVE
LO
DESTROZAREMOS.
SE DEBE
HACER ALGO,
SOBRE
VENGANZA, UNA PLACA Y UN ARMA.
DESGARRO EL
MICRO, DESGARRO EL ESCENARIO, DESGARRO EL SISTEMA
NACI PARA
ESTAR FURIOSO CONTRA ELLOS.
UN PUÑO EN
TU CARA, EN EL LUGAR
LO DIRE
CLARO,
CONOCE A TU
ENEMIGO...CONOCE A TU ENEMIGO.
NACEN LAS
PALABRAS,
LUCHA EN LA
GUERRA, JODE LA NORMA.
AHORA, SE
ME A TERMINADO LA PACIENCIA
TAN HARTO
DE COMPLACENCIA
CON LA D LA
E LA S LA A LA F LA I LA O
MENTE DE
REVOLUCIONARIO
LIMPIA LAS
CALLES.
EL DEDO
HACIA LA TIERRA DE LAS CADENAS
QUE? LA
TIERRA DE LA LIBERTAD?
CUALQUIERA
QUE TE DIGA ESO ES TU ENEMIGO.
SE DEBE
HACER ALGO,
SOBRE
VENGANZA, UNA PLACA Y UN ARMA.
DESGARRO EL
MICRO, DESGARRO EL ESCENARIO, DESGARRO EL SISTEMA
NACI PARA
ESTAR FURIOSO CONTRA ELLOS.
HEMOS DE
PASAR A LA ACCION
NO
NECESITAMOS LA LLAVE
LO
DESTROZAREMOS.
HE PERDIDO
LA PACIENCIA
TAN HARTO
DE SER COMPLACIENTE
HE PERDIDO
LA PACIENCIA
TAN HARTO
DE SER COMPLACIENTE
ESTOY HARTO
HARTO HARTO DE TI.
HA LLEGADO
LA HORA DE PAGAR.
CONOCE A
TUS ENEMIGOS.
SI, CONOZCO
A MIS ENEMIGOS
SON LOS
PROFESORES QUE ME ENGAÑAN,
LOS
COMPROMISOS, LA CONFORMIDAD, LA ASIMILACION, LA SUMISION
LA
IGNORANCIA, LA HIPOCRESIA, LA BRUTALIDAD, LA ELITE
TODO LO
CUAL ES EL SUEÑO AMERICANO.
Killing
in the name of!
Some
of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses (4)
Huh!
Killing
in the name of!
Killing
in the name of
And now you do what they told ya (11 times)
But now you do what they told ya
Well now you do what they told ya
BRIDGE:
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 (4)
Uggh!
Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of
And now you do what they told ya (4 times)
And now you do what they told ya, now you're under
control (7 times)
And now you do what they told ya!
BRIDGE
Come on!
(Guitar
solo: 'Yeah! Uggh! 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!
His spit is worth more than her work
Pass tha purse to the pugilists
He's a prizefighter
He bought rings and he owns kin
And now he's swingin'
And now he's the champion
CHORUS:
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 thre's more
Pictures of fields without fences
A spotless domain Hides festering hopes
she's certain thre's more
Pictures of fields without fences
Her body numbs
as he approaches the door (4x)
CHORUS
(2x)
Revolver
(4x)
I'm rollin' down rodeo wit a Shot gun, these people
ain't seen a
Brown skin man since their grandparents bought One
CHORUS:
So now I'm rollin' down rodeo wit a Shot gun, these
people ain't seen a
Brown skin man since their grandparents bought One
So now I'm rollin' down rodeo wit a Shot gun
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 startin' 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
Shool 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
BRIDGE:
Can't waste a day when the night brings A hearse
So make a move an plead the fifth 'cuse ya Can't plead
the first
Can't waste a day when the night brings A hearse
CHORUS
Is a rollin' down rodeo wit a Shot gun, these people
ain't seen a
Brown skin man since their grandparents bought One
So now I'm rollin' down rodeo wit a shot gun
Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas Get
romantic
They gonna send us campin' like they did my man Fred
Hampton
Still we're lampin' still clockin' dirt for our Sweat
A ballots dead so bullets what I get
A thousand years you had the tools We should be taken
'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
BRIDGE
The rungs torn from the ladder can't reach the Tumor
One God, one market, one truth, one consumer
Just a quiet peaceful dance (5x)
For things we will never have
Just a quiet peaceful dance
For things we will never have
Got no card so I got no 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, it's when my life Expires
So 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 out 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
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 the toxic shock
Maize was all we needed to sustain
now her Golden skin burns, insecticide rain
Ya down with DDT, yeah you know me,
rapped from 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 motiveno hope,
it's hard ta Breathe wit Wilson's hand around My throat
Strangled and mangled another SS Curtain call,
when I tried ta cross Tha white wall (2x)
Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates,
born Without a face
You say fortify, reaction, you divide
You say fortify, reaction, reaction
NO TENGO
TARJETA, LUEGO NO TENGO ALMA
LA VIDA ES
UNA PRISIÓN, SIN LIBERTAD CONDICIONAL, SIN CONTROL.
EL JURADO
CONSIGUIÓ MI NÚMERO DE UN GOLPE.
POR QUE SOY
UNA HERRAMIENTA, JODE UN CADILLAC
SOBREVIVIR
NO ES UN MOTIVO DE ESPERANZA.
POR QUE
CADA ACERA POR LA QUE ANDO ES COMO UNA DELGADA CUERDA
SÍ CONOZCO
MI MUERTE, CUANDO MI VIDA EXPIRE
SERE
MANDADO AL SUR, ENTERRADO DEBAJO DE UN ALAMBRE DE PÚAS.
LA
MADRE DE MI HIJO PERDERÁ LA RAZON EN MI SEPULTURA.
ES MI VIDA
POR SUS VIDAS, LO LLAMAN LIBRE COMERCIO.
- "
POR VIDA " - Y NUESTRO NOMBRE ARRIBA, SOBRE LA PARADA.
EMPRENDI UN
VIAJE DE MUERTE CUANDO INTENTE CRUZAR EL MURO BLANCO
CAMINE
INVISIBLE POR LAS SEPULTURAS Y LAS PUERTAS, NACIDO SIN CARA.
NINGUNA
ESPERANZA , NACIDO SIN CARA.
CAMINE
INVISIBLE POR LAS SEPULTURAS Y LAS PUERTAS, NACIDO SIN CARA.
SIN CARA.
INTENTE
MIRAR ATRAS, HACIA MI PASADO LARGAMENTE PERDIDO.
UN DONANTE
DE SANGRE PARA SU PROPIO HOLOCAUSTO.
EL CORAZÓN
PARÓ, LLEGO LA REDUCCIÓN DE AIRE.
INUNDADO EL
TALLER, ÉL NO PODRÍA AGUANTAR EL CHOQUE TÓXICO.
EL MAÍZ
ERA TODO LO QUE NECESITABAMOS PARA MANTENERNOS
AHORA SU
PIEL ÁUREA QUEMA, LLUVIA DE INSECTICIDAS.
NOS HECHAS
DDT, ME CONOCES.
MALO PARA
LAS UVAS, BENEFICIO PARA EL BURGUÉS
LA GUERRA,
SENDERO LUMINOSO.
VOY AL
NORTE,MI NOMBRE ES CISCO KID.
SOBREVIVIR
NO ES UN MOTIVO DE ESPERANZA
ES DURO
RESPIRAR CON LA CABEZA DE WILSON'S ALREDEDOR MI GARGANTA.
ESTRANGULADO
Y DESTROZADO, OTRA LLAMADA A LAS SS.
CUANDO YO
TRATÉ DE CRUZAR LAS PAREDES BLANCAS
CUANDO YO
TRATÉ DE CRUZAR LAS PAREDES BLANCAS
CAMINE
INVISIBLE POR LAS SEPULTURAS Y LAS PUERTAS, NACIDO SIN CARA.
NINGUNA
ESPERANZA, NACIDO SIN CARA.
CAMINE
INVISIBLE POR LAS SEPULTURAS Y LAS PUERTAS, NACIDO SIN CARA
SIN CARA.
TU DICES
FORTIFICAR, REACCIÓN, DIVIDES.
Y TU DICES
FORTIFICAR, REACCIÓN, REACCIÓN.
Y TU DICES
FORTIFICAR, REACCIÓN, REACCIÓN.
TU DICES
FORTIFICAR, REACCIÓN, DIVIDES.
Lick off the shot my stories shock ya like Ellison
Main line adrenaline Gaza to Tienanmen
From the basement I'm dwellin' in
I cook back the sling To stone a settler and breaks him
off clean
Call me the upsetter
BRIDGE:
Here come the hands on the leashes
The cross, the capital, tha pale families, the Fear and
the mouthpieces
The single sista lynch
The cell dors crash
And the master's drums echo, echo, echo
Roll right, Roll call
Now we're alright
We're all calm
Roll right, Roll call
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 in the pigs In the
park
Head crack, I hijack the papars and the vapors Caught
fire up in you mind
Come back, rewind one time
BRIDGE
Tha sistas are in so check tha front line
It seems I spent the '80s in a Haiti state of Mind
Cast me into classes for electro shock
Straight incarcerated, the curriculum a cell Block
I'm swimming in half thruts and it makes me Wanna spit
Instructor come separate the healthy form 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, ya talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into Hells gates
So I grip tha connan like fanon an pass tha Shells to
my classmates
'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
CHORUS:
In tha year of tha boomerang
I got no prosperity but yo I'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no prosperity but yo I'm a piece of it
CHORUS
In tha year of tha boomerang
(repeat all)
And now it's upon you (2x)
you, you, you...
Transmission third world war third
round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
No shelter if you're lookin' for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
A Silent play in the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The camera's 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 and stole your eyes
Or 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 Guerrilla Radio Turn
that shit up
Lights out Guerrilla Radio Turn
that shit up
Lights out Guerrilla Radio Turn
that shit up
Lights out Guerrilla Radio
Contact I highjacked the frequencies
Blockin' the beltway
Move on D.C.
Way past the days of Bombin' M.C.'s
Sound off Mumia guan be free
Who gottem yo check the federal file
All you pen devils know the trial was vile
An army of pigs try to silence my style
Off 'em all out that box
It's my radio dial
Lights out Guerrilla Radio Turn
that shit up
Lights out Guerrilla Radio Turn
that shit up
Lights out Guerrilla Radio Turn
that shit up
Lights out Guerrilla 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 can't stop us now
Feel the funk blast
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it
out, yo, yo, yo
I be walkin' god like a dog
My narrative fearless
My word war returns to burn
Like Baldwin home from Paris
Like Steel from a furnace
I was born landless This is tha native son
Born of Zapata's guns Stroll through tha shanties
And tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry
But with different last names
These vultures rob everything
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point on tha globe
Yes tha pictures tha same
There's a bank There's a church a myth and a hearse
A mall and a loan a child dead at birth
There's a widow pig parrot
A rebel to tame
A whitehooded judge
A syringe and a vein
And tha riot be tha rhyme of tha unheard
What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?
Calm like a bomb Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite,
ignite
This ain't subliminal
Feel tha critical mass approach horizon
Tha pulse of tha condemned
Sound off America's demise
Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker
Yes I spit fire
Hope lies in tha smoldering rubble of empires
Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains
Tha same bodies buried hungry
But with different last names
These vultures rob everyone
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point here at home
Yes tha picture's tha same
There's a field full of slaves
Some corn and some debt
There's a ditch full of bodies
Tha check for tha rent
There's a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone
Tha numb black screen
That be feelin' like home
And tha riot be tha rhyme of tha unheard
What ya say, what ya say, what ya
say, what?
Calm like a bomb Ignite, ignite,
ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite
There's a mass without roofs
There's a prison to fill
There's a country's soul that reads post no bills
There's a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
There's a right to obey
And there's a right to kill
There's a mass without roofs
There's a prison to fill
There's a country's soul that reads post no bills
There's a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
There's a right to obey
And there's a right to kill
Yeeaahh
Pump Pump, Whaa!
Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa, right
Air, Check it
Ugh
lyrical champion, the lyrical champion, lyrical champion
We say the mindsets a threat
Lyrical champion, the lyrical champion, lyrical champion
We say the mindsets a threat
You know
You know the Mindset's a Threat
You know
Check it!
In the industry you see I keep a yellow tape
Grab the microphone because we want to be free
Never oppress nor a tune I lay a threat
they light up [ ? ? ? ] but now ya put to the test
Yo!
I want to set in the cool MSP uh
Don't worry about my luggage or the car that I steer
the material pressure is just a digressor
be living my life for me cause ya can't deal with pressure, Ugh
You know You know the mindests a threat
You know You know the mindsets a threat
You know You know the Mindsets a threat
Drop it!
Ease up, bringing in the new lifestyle in 1991
With a [ ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ] Bring it down!
aww... shit!
You know what im saying?
materialism im saying
[ ? ? ? ? ] cuz you know what i mean this a system your obeyin
throwing it like a catcha
you say what you think [ ? ? ? ? ]
[ ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ]
I want to set in the cool MSP uh
dont worry about my luggage or the car that I steer.
the material pressure is just a digressor
be living my life for me cause ya can't deal with pressure, Ugh
You know!
Yes!
You know!
In The new sound!
You know!
Ease up.
Drop it hey Ugh
Try to crack And some will react
Vocal snap so trap I'm trying to
rap
Those who try to subdue
the truth lose their condition
were labelled inactive
Being 91 the twentieth century
Brooklyn is a magnum in the bottle of kerosiene
flame ignites into the black sending fright
thought you could read minds and
words and insight
Backin' the explosion on stage
guns fear Frances Fanon presence of war
Using my brain Until the power is obtained
Using my strength to gain A struggle for rage
But I Choose another tune to uplift
Yeah, you know my anger is a gift
a gift to expect the test we all must face
Hah, Out my face
Release the reason Allow the pain
The actors change But the plays the same
C'mon
In the narrows
Some are the holders of power
But the style will [ ? ? ] shower
Trying to like brothers about the structure itself
Pay only motivates and creates more hate
State to state I set it straight
I investigate Debate, the [ ? ? ] who brought me lessons
At the oppression I react with aggression
Yo My section after section
No need for repressing Just take a mic
and a rap another session
No need for guessing Yeah
And that shit that your stressin'
Release the reason Allow the pain
The actors change But the plays the same
Release the reason Allow the pain
The actors change But the plays the same
C'mon
In the narrows
I'm on the mic Stepping up to
sucka's
while were drumming out the style and
I do it with a smile
When I put punks on trial Taking 'em back again
Yeah the name of the comprehender
The style I drop is going on and on
To the punks to recognize the style
Andrealize That I'm not no Punk Kid
Just stepping up for the mic hit
Ugh!
In the narrows
The main attraction - distraction
got ya number than nnumber than numb
Empty ya pockets son; they got you thinkin that
What ya need is what they sellin
Make you think that buyin is rebellin
From the theaters to malls on every shore
Tha thin line between entertainment and war
The frontline is everywhere, there be no shelter here
Speilberg the nightmare works so push it far
Amistad was a whip, the truth was feathered and tarred
Memory erased, burned and scarred
Trade in ya history for a VCR
Cinema, simulated life, ill drama
Fourth Reich culture - Americana
Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for
Tha thin line between entertainment and war
There be no shelter here
Tha frontline is everywhere
Hospitals not profit full
Yet market bulls got pockets full
To advertise some hip disguise
View tha world from American eyes
Tha poor adore keep fiendin for more
Tha thin line between entertainment and war
They fix the need, develop the taste
Buy their products or get laid to waste
Coca-Cola is back in the veins of Saigon
And Rambo too, he got a dope pair of Nikes on
And Godzilla pure muthafuckin filler
To keep ya eyes off the real killer
Cinema, simulated life, ill drama
Fourth Reich culture - Americana
Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for
Tha thin line between entertainment and war
American eyes, American eyes....
View the world from American eyes
Bury the past, rob us blind
And leave nothin behind
Just stare
Relive the nightmare.
LA ATRACCIÓN
PRINCIPAL - DISTRACCIÓN
CONSIGUIERON
YA EL NÚMERO QUE ATURDE
VACIA TUS
BOLSILLOS HIJO; ELLOS CONSIGUEN QUE PIENSES ESO.
LO QUE
NECESITAS ES LO QUE VENDEN
TE HACEN
PENSAR QUE COMPRAR ES REBELARSE
DESDE LOS
TEATROS A CENTROS COMERCIALES EN CADA COSTA
LA DELGAZA
LÍNEA ENTRE DIVERSIÓN Y GUERRA
LA PRIMERA
LINEA ESTA EN TODOS LADOS, NO HAY REFUGIO
SPEILBERG
LA FABRICA DE PESADILLAS EMPUJA LEJOS
AMISTAD ERA
UN LÁTIGO, LA VERDAD EMPLUMADA Y
ALQUITRANADA
LA MEMORIA
BORRADA, QUEMADA Y CICATRIZADA
COMERCIAN
CON TU HISTORIA PARA VIDEO.
EL CINE,
SIMULANDO VIDA, DRAMA ENFERMO
LA CULTURA
DEL CUARTO REICH - AMERICANA
BUSCAS,ENCADENADO
AL SUEÑO QUE ELLOS CONSIGUIERON.
LA DELGAZA
LÍNEA ENTRE DIVERSIÓN Y GUERRA.
NO HAY
NINGUN REFUGIO AQUÍ.
LA LINEA
DEL FRENTE ESTA EN TODOS LADOS.
LOS
HOSPITALES GANAN LLENOS.
MIRA EL
MUNDO DESDE OJOS ESTADOUNIDENSES
LOS
POBRECITOS ESPERAN EXTRAÑOS PARA MAS.
LA DELGADA
LINEA ENTRE ENTRETENIMIENO Y GUERRA
ELLOS FIJAN
LA NECESIDAD, DESARROLLAN EL GUSTO.
COMPRA SUS
PRODUCTOS
COCA-COLA
ESTÁ DE VUELTA EN LAS VENAS DE SAIGON
Y RAMBO
TAMBIEN, ÉL SE PUSO UN PAR DE NIKES NARCOTICAS.
Y EL HIJO
PUTA DE GODZILLA...
MANTIENE
TUS OJOS LEJOS DEL VERDADERO ASESINO.
EL CINE,
SIMULANDO VIDA, DRAMA ENFERMO
LA CULTURA
DEL CUARTO REICH - AMERICANA
BUSCAS,ENCADENADO
AL SUEÑO QUE ELLOS CONSIGUIERON.
LA DELGAZA
LÍNEA ENTRE DIVERSIÓN Y GUERRA.
OJOS
ESTADOUNIDENSES, OJOS ESTADOUNIDENSES....
VEA EL
MUNDO DESDE OJOS ESTADOUNIDENSES
ENTIERRAN
EL PASADO, NOS CIEGAN Y ROBAN
Y NO DEJAN
NADA ATRAS
SIMPLEMENTE
MIRA.
VUELVE A
VIVIR LA PESADILLA.
INTRO
(BLACK STEEL IN THE HOUR OF CHAOS)
(intro)
Zack: Hey check this out right about now....
I wanna introduce a brotha...who came all the way outta here
from Long Island, New york. And he's one of the fathers of
revolutionary music in our time period. He was a huge influence
on us and we wanna bring him out right now. So check it out, we
got a man by the name of Chuck D, from Public Enemy. Yeah.
Chuck D: Wassup, wassup! Zack: Yo.... ( x5 )
Chuck D: "I got a letter from the government
The other day
I opened and read it
It said they were suckers
They wanted me for their army or whatever
Picture me given' a damn - I said never
Here is a land that never gave a damn
About a brother like me and myself
Because they never did
I wasn't wit' it, but just that very minute...
It occured to me
The suckers had authority
Cold sweatin' as I dwell in my cell
How long has it been?
They got me sittin' in the state pen
I gotta get out - but that thought was thought before
I contemplated a plan on the cell floor
I'm not a fugitive on the run
But a brother like me begun - to be another one
Public enemy servin' time - they drew the line y'all
To criticize me for some crime - never the less
They could not understand that I'm a Black man
And I could never be a veteran
On the strength, the situation's unreal
I got a raw deal, so I'm goin' for the steel"
Yeah!
Hey yo!
Let me be front This is real and not a stunt
I'm comin' to the forefront
Shovel for the rapper and clear the lane
'Cos this jam is like a tomahawk chop
Teach ya I'll never stop droppin' topics
Vocal power? (a)yes I got it
On central but their trying to clamp it down
Flag was waving the wrong way so I shot it...down!
Get down, and at the same time...
Come up...down! This is a crime that shut us up
I don't give a fuck
'Cos the words and the thoughts still hit
And like I said It's not a skit
Jump another hit Yeah
Ya know I don't need a drum kit
Make 'em say awwww shit!
The rebellion is true and legit
Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
The rebel You'll never disable
Defiance With the cards upon the table
Pulling cards
Keep the governements in check
Yo! I think we need a new deck
Never could trust a phillabusta'
The mic is like a fist and it'll bust ya
With words cold hittin' with the underground
And now you're checkin' out the new sound
Live hit A live pop
Live rock And ya don't stop
It goes on and on and on
Who's a threat? C'mon, the war is on!
Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
(guitar solo)
Start droppin'
Our words are never safe
Fighting myself
'Till I'm where I gotta be
I challange, don't sweat it
Now don't you forget it
Check me? What? Wait
You better slow down!
Realize I can't confine my rhyme to a beat
I
need
cash so when I'm cool I'm never ever weak
Places are fluid and diluted and complete
Check me once, calm down and take a seat
Strip the chains the freedom's there but then it's gone!
Ugh...clear the lane
Defiance
Rippin' up the south set
Every time I'm grippin' the mic it is a sound threat
Resist against the
suckers that bring the bass in
Timmy C
Bring that bass in!
Ugh...clear the lane
Greed!
Causing innocent blood to flow
Entire culture, lost in the overthrow
They came to seize and take whatever they please
Then all they gave back was death and disease
My people were left with no choice but to decide
To conform to a system, responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide...
Spoken:
'AIDS is killing the entire African nation
And a vaccine is still supposedly under preparation
But these governments they don't mind the procrastination
They say "We'll kill them off, take their land and go there for vaction.'
My people's culture was strong, it was pure
And if not for that white greed
It would've endured
My people were left with no choice but to decide
To conform to a system
Their minds enslaved
Their souls encaged
I feel the rage
It's brutality can never be undone
But the sun is not yet set
The bass and drums and microphones a threat
That's when ya investigate the crimes from the inside
And see that they're responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide...
Ya cram ya culture down my throat
Say I'm inferior when I find that I choke
Ya fill my mind with a false sense of history
And then you wonder why I have no identity?
Well I'll strike a match and it'll catch and
Spread the insight we need
A tiny fire, burning bright
Shedding light on the darkness of greed
A yes yes y'all
And ya don't stop
Shedding light on the darkness of greed
A yes yes y'all
And ya don't stop
Shedding light on the darkness of greed.
Yeah!
Good Evening,
We want to just quickly send a nice friendly message
to uh, Fraternal Order of Police in Philadelphia.
and it goes something like this.
Fuck tha police, Comin straight from the underground.
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown,
And not the other color so police think,
They have the authority to kill a minority.
Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one,
For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun,
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail.
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell.
Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager,
With a little bit of gold and a pager.
Searchin my car, lookin for the product.
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics.
You'd rather see me in the pen,
Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo.
Beat tha police outta shape,
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape,
To mark off the scene of the slaughter.
No controller, bread and water. A young nigga on a warpath,
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath,
Of cops, dyin in L. A. Yo, I got
somethin to say.
Fuck the police, Comon! Off, What?
Fuck the police,
Yeah! Comon! Fuck tha police, Yeah.
Fuck The police,
Comin straight from the underground.
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown,
And not the other color so police think,
They have the authority to kill a minority.
Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one,
For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun,
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail.
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell.
Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager,
With a little bit of gold and a pager.
Searchin my car, lookin for the product.
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics.
You'd rather see me in the pen,
Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo.
Beat tha police outta shape,
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape,
To mark off the scene of the slaughter.
No controller, bread and water.
I don't know if they fags or what,
Search a nigga down and grabbin in the nuts.
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none.
But don't let it be a black and a white one.
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top,
Black police showin out for the white cop.
Yeah, my brothas will swarm,
On any mutha fucka in a blue uniform.
Just cuz we in Washington D.C, punk police are afraid of me.
Hey! Punk on a warpath, And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath,
Of cops, dyin in L. A. Hey yo, We got somethin to say.
Fuck the police, Comon, sing that
shit, Right now,
Comon! Comon! One more time, Here
we go, here we go,
Comon! One More, We gotta do it,
right now,
Yeah, Check it out.