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Rage Against The Machine
Come on
Although you try to discredit
You still never edit
The needle I’ll thread it
Radically poetic
Stanin with the fury that they had in ’66
And like E double I’m mad
Standin knee deep in the system’s shit
Hoover, he was a body remover
I can give you a dose
But it can never come close
To the rage built up inside of me
Fist in the air in the land of hipocracy
Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease
When their heads are flown
’Cause all these punks got bullets in their heads
Departments of police (What?)
The judges (What?) the Feds (The Feds)
Networks at work keepin people calm
You know they went after King
When he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the Have-Nots
And then came the shot
Yeah back in this
With poetry my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin that finesse
Whadda I got to, whadda I got to
Do to wake you up?
To shake you up, to break the structure up?
’Cause blood still flows in the gutter
I’m like takin photos
Mad Boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
Then stick a move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter step
Then bomb a left upon the fascists
Yea, the several federal men
Who pulled scemes on the dream
And put it to an end
You better beware
Of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors
Networks at work keepin people calm
You know they murdered X
Tried to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the Have-Nots
And then came the shot
I think I heard a shot
Wake up
Although you try to discredit
You still never edit
The needle I’ll thread it
Radically poetic
Stanin with the fury that they had in ’66
And like E double I’m mad
Standin knee deep in the system’s shit
Hoover, he was a body remover
I can give you a dose
But it can never come close
To the rage built up inside of me
Fist in the air in the land of hipocracy
Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease
When their heads are flown
’Cause all these punks got bullets in their heads
Departments of police (What?)
The judges (What?) the Feds (The Feds)
Networks at work keepin people calm
You know they went after King
When he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the Have-Nots
And then came the shot
Yeah back in this
With poetry my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin that finesse
Whadda I got to, whadda I got to
Do to wake you up?
To shake you up, to break the structure up?
’Cause blood still flows in the gutter
I’m like takin photos
Mad Boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
Then stick a move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter step
Then bomb a left upon the fascists
Yea, the several federal men
Who pulled scemes on the dream
And put it to an end
You better beware
Of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors
Networks at work keepin people calm
You know they murdered X
Tried to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the Have-Nots
And then came the shot
I think I heard a shot
Wake up
