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| "I'm always excited about making music with Rage Against the Machine. Honestly, I think we've just scratched the surface of what we can do creatively." -Tom Morello |
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| go to my rAtm fAn site: www.maxpages.com/guerrillaradio zAch de lA rochA - vocAls tom morello - guitAr tim - bAss brAd wilk - drums discogrAphy... rAge AgAinst the mAchine evil empire bAttle of los Angeles lyrics... Guerrilla Radio: 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 The cameras 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, stole your eyes All 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 Guerilla Radio Turn that shit up Lights out Guerilla Radio Turn that shit up Lights out Guerilla Radio Turn that shit up Lights out Guerilla Radio Contact I highjacked the frequencies Blockin the beltway Move on DC Way past the days of bombin MCs Sound off Mumia guan be free Who gottem yo check the federal file All you pen devils know the trial was vile Army of pigs try to silence my style Off em all out that box its my radio dial Lights out Guerilla Radio Turn that shit up Lights out Guerilla Radio Turn that shit up Lights out Guerilla Radio Turn that shit up Lights out Guerilla 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 cant stop us now All hell cant stop us now All hell cant stop us now All hell cant stop us now All hell cant stop us now All hell cant stop us now Killing In The Name: Killing in the name of! Some of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that burn crosses 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 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 Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses 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! 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 Come on! (Guitar solo: 'Yeah! 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! People Of The Sun: 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 But how you gonna get what you need ta get? Tha gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like Tet Tha fifth sun sets get back reclaim Tha spirit of Cuahtemoc alive an untamed Now face tha funk now blastin' out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica That vulture came ta try and steal ya name But now you got a gun, yeah this is for the people of the sun It's comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around again! Uh! It's comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around again! Uh! Yeah, neva forget that tha wip snapped ya back Ya spine cracked for tobacco, oh I'm the Marlboro man, uh Our past blastin' on through the verses Brigades of taxi cabs rollin' Broadway like hearses Troops strippin' zoots, shots of red mist, Sailors blood on tha deck, come sista resist From tha era of terror check this photo lens, Now tha city of angels does the ethnic cleanse Uh, heads bobbin' to tha funk out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica That vulture came to try and steal ya name But now you found a gun, you're history, this is for the people of the sun It's comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around again! Yeah! It's comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around again! It's comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around again! It's comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around! Of the sun People Of The Sun (Original, as on Bombs & Bullets) Bastard son is in, swimin' in a sea of funk Clear the lane, I'm gonna have to dunk ya Up and down like a donut in a caffeinated drink So take the sink, I'll take ya to the brink Check the rugged style I flip (some versions say "bring") If the price is right, I'll take you on a trip In my old school '62, two-tone white and blue One that ya never wanna step to Face my baseline, feel the earth quaking Sweat is on site at appamatox Mistakin' for my culture White boys who came and tried to steal my name But now I got a gun, this is for the people of the sun! This is for the people of the sun! It's coming back around again! Yeah it's coming back around again! This is for the people of the sun! Yeah I'm not a silent one, I'm a defiant one, Never the normal one, 'cause I'm the bastard's son Trip the way before the sky gives birth And now I trip the way from mother earth I'm tearin' off a, big fat chunk of the funk Clear the lane I gotta dunk, never smoke the skunk Or the cest The Humboldt, the showman of the buddha Gotta product six shooter, so fuck the hoota Face the baselines feel the earth quakin Sweat is on site at appamatox Mistaken for my culture, White boys who came and tried to steal my name But now I got a gun, this is for the people of the sun! It's coming back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's coming back around again! Yeah it's coming back around again! This is for the people of the sun! For the sun! |
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