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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

Альбом - The Battle of Los Angeles

Текст:
A mass of hands press on the market window
Ghosts of progress
Dressed in slow death
Feeding on hunger
And glaring through the promise

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

Ughh!
Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...ughh!
Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...yeah!
It goes a-1, 2, 3...

Yeah, it's just another bombtrack
And suckas be thinkin' that they can fake this
But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level

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

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

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 red
That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head

This microphone explodes, shatteringthe molds
Ya either drop tha hits like de la O or get thaFuck off tha commode
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make thaBodies drop
Drop an don't copy yo, don't call thisa co-opt
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst ofTha power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets
bigger

*Feel the funk blast* [x2]

FEEL THE FUNK BLAST! [x3]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo, check it out, yo yo yo..

I've been walkin, God, like a dog
My narrative: fearless

Are you ready?

Ya think you can tell us what to do?
Ya think you can tell us what to wear?
You think that you're better?
Well you better get ready...
Bow to the masters...
Break it down!

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

AIDS is killing the entire African nation

Greed
Causing innocent blood to flow
Entire culture lost in the overthrow
They came to see, take whatever they please
Then all they gave back was death and disease

People were left with no choice but to decide
To conform to a system responsible for genocide

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 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

Альбом - Rage Against the Machine

Текст:
Huh!
Check it...uggh!
Silence
Something about silence makes me sick
'Cause silence can be violent

Альбом - Rage Against the Machine

Текст:
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

Добрый вечер,

Мы хотим передать дружеское сообщение
Тайному Полицейскому Братству в Филадельфии.

Сообщение приятное и дружелюбное,
Сообщение приятное и дружелюбное,
Сообщение приятное и дружелюбное,

Check one, two, oh yeah
Ugh, check this shit out

I got you where I want you
Your clock's run out of time
'Cause you know I know you
And I'll show you that the heat you feel is mine

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

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

He said, “Son,
Have you see the world?
Well, what would you say
If I said that you could?
Just carry this gun and you’ll even get paid.”
I said, “That sounds pretty good.”

Black leather boots

Hey don't miss out on what your passin
You're missin the hoota of the funky Buddha
Eluder or the fucked up styles to get wicked
So come on as I start to kick it
Cuz we're like the outlaw stridin
Suckers are hidein
Jump behind the bush when they see me driving
by

Killing in the name of!
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Huh!

Killing in the name of!

Killing in the name of!

Some of those that work forces
are the same that burn crosses.
Some of those that work forces
are the same that burn crosses.
Some of those that work forces
are the same that burn crosses.

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

I aint gonna work on, Maggies Farm no more.
No i aint gonna work on, Maggies 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 driving me insane.

Tha sun ablaze as Maria's foot
Touches tha 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

Oh Wait a minute now
Ha ha ha
Come on
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

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

Hungry people don't stay hungry for long
They get hope from fire and smoke as they reach for tha dawn
Hungry people don't stay hungry for long
They get hope from fire and smoke as they reach for tha dawn

Tha spirit of Jackson
Now screams through tha ruins
Through factory chains

The main attraction, distraction
Got ya number than number than numb
Empty ya pockets son, they got you thinkin' that
What ya need is what they selling
Make you think that buying is rebelling
From the theaters to malls on every shore
Tha thin line between entertainment and war
The frontline is everywhere, there be No Shelter here!

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

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they cant be fucking with mine
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
They can be fucking with other 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 in this atomic age
this atomic age of renegades

we're the renegades in this atomic age
this atomic age of renegades

No matter how hard you try you can't stop us now
We're the renegades in this time and age this is a time and age of renegades
Since the pehistoric ages
And the days of ancient Greece
Right down to tha middle ages
Planet Earth kept goin' through changes
And then the renaissance came
And times continued to change

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

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!

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

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

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

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!

Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy!
'Cause Summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the streets, boy.

But 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
No!

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

The movie ran through me
The glamour subdued me
The tabloid untied me
I'm empty please fill me
Mister anchor assure me
That Baghdad is burning
Your voice it is so soothing
That cunning mantra of killing

Man walks along the railroad track
Hes goin some place, theres 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!

Альбом - Evil Empire

Текст:
Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me
I can see you in front of me, front of me
Ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me
Why don't you get from in front of me?
Oh she's got everyone's eyes

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

[Tom plays weird guitar riff]

UGH!

UGH!
C'mon, check it

[Zack de la Rocha]

Come on!
Uggh!

Come on, although ya try to discredit
Ya still never read it
The needle, I'll thread it
Radically poetic
Standin' with the fury that they had in '66

Альбом - The Battle of Los Angeles

Текст:
Every official that come in
Cripples us leaves us maimed
Silent and tamed
And with our flesh and bones
He builds his homes

Every official that come in
Cripples us, leaves us maimed
Silent and tame, and with our flesh and bones
He builds his homes

Southern fist, rise through the jungle mist
Clenched to smash power so cancerous
Black flag and a red star

Альбом - Evil Empire

Текст:
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

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