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Rage Against The Machine
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 starin’ 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
School 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
Can’t waste a day when the night brings
A hearse
So make a move and plead the fifth ’cause ya
Can’t plead the first
Can’t waste a day when the night brings
A hearse
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
Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas
Get romantic
they gonna send us campin’ like they did my man
Fred hampton
Still we lampin’ still clockin’ dirt for our sweat
A ballots dead so bullets what Iget
A thousand years you had that tools
We should be takin’ ’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
The rungs torn from the ladder can’t reach the tumor
One god, one market, one truth, one consumer
Just a quiet peaceful dance
For things we will never have
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 starin’ 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
School 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
Can’t waste a day when the night brings
A hearse
So make a move and plead the fifth ’cause ya
Can’t plead the first
Can’t waste a day when the night brings
A hearse
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
Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas
Get romantic
they gonna send us campin’ like they did my man
Fred hampton
Still we lampin’ still clockin’ dirt for our sweat
A ballots dead so bullets what Iget
A thousand years you had that tools
We should be takin’ ’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
The rungs torn from the ladder can’t reach the tumor
One god, one market, one truth, one consumer
Just a quiet peaceful dance
For things we will never have
