Rage Against The Machine Album

It's just another bombtrack
And suckas be thinkin' that they can fade it
But I'm going to 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 on the flames of the flag
As I recall our 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 I ignite
And then watch 'em burn
Lyrics
The thoughts of 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


Chorus:
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 youhear and you begin to fear
That ya card will get pulled if you interfere
With the thoughts of 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

Chorus

Killing in the name of
Some of those that work forces,
are the saints that burn crosses

Now ya do what they told ya

Don't you die or justify
You're wearin the badge, and your chosen white
You justify those that died
By wearin the badge and your chosen white

Some of those that work forces,
are the saints that burn crosses

Killing in the name of...

Now ya do what they told ya

Your under control
Now ya do what they told ya

LyricsThose who die, are justified,
for wearing a badge and their clothes in white
You justify those that died
By wearin the badge and your chosen white

Come on...
Fuck you, I won't do what ya tell me...

Mutha fucker

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 ear, I'll drop the style and clear
It's the beast and lyrics they fear
The rage is relentless
We need a movement with quickness
You are the witness of change
And to counteract
We gotta take the power back
Lyrics
Chorus:
We gotta take the power back
We gotta take the power back

The president 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 attempting
To hold us back
We've got to take it back
'Cause holes in our spirits causin' tears and fears
One-sided stories for years and years and years
I'm inferior? 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

Chorus

The teacher stands in front of the class
But the lesson plan he can't recall
The student's eyes don't percieve the lies
Bouncing of every fucking wall
His composure is well kept
I guess he fears playing the fool
The complacent students sit and listen to the
Bull shit 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 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
No more lies

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 recognize
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 and an existance mundane
I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name


Read my writing on the wall
No one is here to catch me when I fall
But 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 recognize
LyricsHaving 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 and an existance mundane
I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name

Read my writing on the wall
No one is here to catch me when I fall
Caught between the culture and the system
Genocide

Read my writing on the wall
No one is here to catch me if I fall
If ignorance is bliss
Then knock the smile of 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 rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow the rules when the set commands ya
They said it was blue
When the boold was red
That's is how you got a bullet blasted through your head

Blasted through your head
Blasted through your head

I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched at the feds cold centralized
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerized
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before you realize

They load the clip in omnicolor
They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
LyricsSleeping 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 jack and then rewind the tape
Play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they are tellin' ya
Buying all the products that they are selling ya
They say jump
Ya say how high
Ya brain dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in your 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 got a fuckin' 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 gotta know
Ya gotta 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
LyricsKnow your enenmy

Word is born
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Now I got no patience
So sick of complacence
With the D E F I A N C 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 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 sick of you
Time has come to pay

Yes I know my enemies
They are the teachers who taught me to fight me
Compromise, conformity, assimulation, submission
Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite
All of which are American dreams

Although ya try to iscredit
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 theirheads are flown
'Cause all these punks
Got bullets in their heads
Department of police, the judge, the feds
Networks at work, keepin' people calm

LyricsYou 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 fitnesse
Whadda I have to do to wake you up
To shake you up, to break the structure up
'Cause this blood still floods in the gutter
I'm like talkin' 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 better 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 with sounds
But speak in silent voices
Like radio is silent
Though it fills the air with noises
Its transmission brings submission
As ya mold to the unreal
Mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel

Chorus:
Fistful of steel
LyricsFistful of steel
Fistful of steel
Fistful of steel

Yes, it's time to flow like the fluids 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 that bastard son
With the visions of the move
Vocals not to sooth
But to ignite and put in flight
My sence of militance
Groovin', playin' this game called survival
Status the elite, the enemy, the rival
The silentsheep 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

Chorus

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

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
'Cause our people still dwell in hell
Locked in 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 our life
I wish I could be peaceful
But there can be no sequel

Chorus:
Now freedom must be fundamental
In Johannesburg or South Central
On the mic, 'cause someoneshould tell 'em
To kick in the township rebellion

Yea, so you thought you could get with the hardlines
LyricsThat 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 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
'Til our necks never swing on a rope
From here to the cape of no hope

Chorus

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 uplike 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 than the murals that fit
Don't turn away
Get in front of it

Chorus:
Brotha did ya frget my name
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic-tac-toe

Yo, check the diagonal
LyricsThree brothers gone
Come on
Doesn't that make it three in a row
Anger is a gift

Chorus

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