Rage Against The Machine

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

Ashes In The Fall

A mass of hands press on the market window
Ghosts of progress
Dressed in slow death
Feeding on hunger
And glaring through the promise
Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle
A mass of nameless at the oasis
That hides the graves beneath the master's hill
Are buried for drinking
The river's water
While shackled to the line
At the empty well

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground

Listen to the fascist sing
"Take hope here
War is elsewhere
You were chosen
This is god's land
Soon we'll be free
Of blot and mixture
Seeds planted by our
Forefather's hand"

A mass of promises
Begin to rupture
Like the pockets
Of the new world kings
Like swollen stomachs
In Appalachia
It's the priests that fuck you
As they whisper holy things
A mass of tears have transformed to stones now
Sharpened on suffering
And woven into slings
Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress
Taking today what tomorrow never brings

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground

Ain't it funny how the factory doors close
Round the time that the school doors close
Round the time that the doors of the jail cells
Open up to greet you like the reaper

Ain't it funny how the factory doors close
Round the time that the school doors close
Round the time that the doors of the jail cells
Open up to greet you like the reaper

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground

Like ashes in the fall

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

Autologic

C'mon!
Go...go...go...ugh..
Go...go...go...go...
Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C
Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C
Hey!
Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C
C'mon
Drop auto logic
You thought you could get wit'
Me and Tommy hittin' man
Cold dropped a smash hit
Angry as a battery
Back in the funk
'Cuz I'm not frontin'
Commin' upon the stage I'll say ya somethin'
Clear as a project
The style is hectic
Guess I'm left with
A system sceptic
The truths I'm droppin'
From the pulpit I'm yellin'
Inspired by gunshots from a township rebellion
Word is a rough mix
Sign of justice
The rhyme is allowed 'cuz you can't philabust this
Style I'll catch ya
I'll catch ya the rapture
Ya murdered my level head
Ya know that I have to...

Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic

Auto logic
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic

Stop before you take a wrong turn
Stop before you step up on the stage and get burned
Stop and just listen
I'm dismissing competition with decisions
So I guess you'll have to listen and learn

Creative
So what ya gonna do?
Ain't no fading
So what ya gonna do?
Grab the microphone and say a check one two
The kid's solo
Unafraid of any crew
'Cuz I'm the type of mother with the maddest
Status
Statue or poll
Paid in full
No bull never dull
Always in control
Taking no shit like I was Manute Boll
Ugh...huh...huh

(speaking)
Awww ya...
It goes a just like that...ya...
Now break it down...

Auto logic
On auto pilot
Silence equals death
And death equals silence
The crew that doesn't choose to speak their mind
Is a crew that looses power over time
And now that ya finally woke up
Yo wish your mother fuckin' ass would have spoke up
Voices in full
The balled of the bullet
The mic is a trigger and I pull it
Droppin' and smashin'
Thrashin' and bashin' the set
Mentally and spiritually correct
Back!...and ya know it's a treat
'Cuz every time I step ya know I won't forget ta...

Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic

Auto logic
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic

Auto logic (go...go...go...go...)
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic

Auto logic (go...go...go...go...)
Yo I got to drop the logic
Drop auto logic
Yo I got to drop the drop the drop drop the logic
C'mon!

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

Beautiful World

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

It's a wonderful time to be here
It's nice to be alive
Wonderful people everywhere
The way they comb their hair makes me want to say
It's a wonderful place
Oh what a wonderful place
For you, for you, for you, for you, for you, for you, not me

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

Bombtrack

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

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

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

Born As Ghosts

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
When young run foaming at the mouth with hate
When burning batons beat the freezing who shake
Under the toxic sunsets they dine and toast
Of walls deny the terror faced
By the children born as ghosts

Born as ghosts
A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our word
Born as ghosts
A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our word
Born as ghosts
A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our word
Born as ghosts
We're the children born as ghosts

born as ghosts

One book and forty ghosts stuffed in a room
The school as a tomb
Where home is a wasteland
Taste the razor wire
And thought is locked in the womb
The tales that tear at the myth of the dream
Myth of the dream
Myth of the dream
A suffering that shocks the lives off the screen
Myth of the dream
Myth of the dream

Born as ghosts
A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our word
Born as ghosts
A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our word
Born as ghosts
A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our word
Born as ghosts
We are the children born as ghosts

Born as ghosts
Born as ghosts

Born as ghosts
A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our word
Born as ghosts
A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our word
Born as ghosts
A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our word
Born as ghosts
We're the children born as ghosts

Born as ghosts
Born as ghosts

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

Born Of A Broken Man

[Zack de la Rocha - *whispering*]

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..

[Hook]
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, BUT NOT A BROKEN MAN!!
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, NEVER A BROKEN MAN!!
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, BUT NOT A BROKEN MAN!!
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, NEVER A BROKEN MAN!!

Like autumn leaves his sense fell from him..
An empty glass of himself....shattered somewhere within..
His thoughts like a hundred moths...trapped in a lampshade...
Somewhere within...
Their wings banging and burning...on through endless night...
Forever awake he lies shaking and starving..
Praying for someone to turn off the light...

[Hook]
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, NEVER A BROKEN MAN!!
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, BUT NOT A BROKEN MAN!!
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, NEVER A BROKEN MAN!!
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, BUT NOT A BROKEN MAN!!

UGH!
UGH!!

My fear is hunting 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..

[guitar riff]

YEAAAH!!

[Hook]
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, BUT NOT A BROKEN MAN!!
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, NEVER A BROKEN MAN!!
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, BUT NOT A BROKEN MAN!!
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, NEVER A BROKEN MAN!!

UGH!
WHA?!
YEAH!!
UGH!!
YEAH!!
C'MON!!

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

Bullet In The Head

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
Sleeping 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

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

Bulls On Parade

This microphone explodes, shattering
the molds
Ya either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha
Fuck off tha commode
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha
Bodies drop
Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this
a co-opt
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of
Tha power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets
bigger
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse
They rally round tha family
With a pocket full of shells
Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a
library
Line up to tha mind cemetary
What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an
movin'
They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove
'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells
Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells
Rally round tha family
With a pocket full of shells
Bulls on parade

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

Calm Like A Bomb

[*whispers*]
Feel the funk blast..
Feel the funk blast..

FEEL THE THE FUNK BLAST!!
FEEL THE FUNK BLAST!!!
A-FEEL THE FUNK BLAST!!
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out, yo, yo, yo

[Zack de la Rocha]
I be walkin' god like a dog, my narrative, fearless
My word war returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris
Like Steel from a furnace, I was born landless
This is the native son, born of Zapata's guns
Stroll through the shanties and the cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry but with different last names
These vultures rob everything leave nothing but chains
Pick a point on the globe! Yes, the pictures the same
There's a bank, there's a church, a myth and a hearse
A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth
There's a widow pig parrot, a rebel to tame
A white-hooded judge, a syringe and a vein
....and the riot be the rhyme of the unheard..

[Hook]
WHAT YA SAY, WHAT YA SAY, WHAT YA SAY, WHAT?!
WHAT YA SAY, WHAT YA SAY, WHAT YA SAY, WHAT?!
WHAT YA SAY, WHAT YA SAY, WHAT YA SAY, WHAT?!
WHAT YA SAY, WHAT YA SAY, WHAT YA SAY, WHAT?!
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)

This ain't subliminal, feel the critical mass approach horizon
The pulse of the condemned, sound off America's demise
The anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, yes I spit fire
Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires
Yes back through the shanties and the cities remains
The same bodies buried hungry, but with different last names
These vultures rob everyone, leave nothing but chains
Pick a point here at home, yes the picture's the same
There's a field full of slaves, some corn and some debt
There's a ditch full of bodies, the check for the rent
There's a tap, the phone, the silence of stone
The numb black screen that be feelin' like home
..And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard..

[Hook]
WHAT YA SAY, WHAT YA SAY, WHAT YA SAY, WHAT?!
WHAT YA SAY, WHAT YA SAY, WHAT YA SAY, WHAT?!
WHAT YA SAY, WHAT YA SAY, WHAT YA SAY, WHAT?!
WHAT YA SAY, WHAT YA SAY, WHAT YA SAY, WHAT?!
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A...BOMB!!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)

[Tom Morello plays weird guitar riff]

I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A...BOMB!!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)

(I'm Calm Like A Bomb!)
There's a mass without roofs, there's a prison to fill
There's a country's soul that reads post no bills
There's a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill
There's a right to obey and there's a right to kill
There's a mass without roofs, there's a prison to fill
There's a country's soul that reads post no bills
There's a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill
There's a right to obey and there's a right to kill

beautiful_soul · Prijatelj foruma

Clear The Lane

Hey yo!
Let me be front
This is real and not a stunt
I'm comin' to the forefront
Shovel for the rapper and clear the lane
'Cos this jam is like a tomahawk chop
Teach ya I'll never stop droppin' topics
Vocal power?
(a)yes I got it
On central but their trying to clamp it down
Flag was waving the wrong way so I shot it...down!
Get down, and at the same time...
Come up...down!
This is a crime that shut us up
I don't give a fuck
'Cos the words and the thoughts still hit
And like I said
It's not a skit
Jump another hit
Yeah
Ya know I don't need a drum kit
Make 'em say awwww shit!
The rebellion is true and legit

Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
Down! Get down!...and clear the land
Down! Get down!...yeah!

The rebel
You'll never disable
Defiance
With the cards upon the table
Pulling cards
Keep the governements in check
Yo!
I think we need a new deck
Never could trust a phillabusta'
The mic is like a fist and it'll bust ya
With words cold hittin' with the underground
And now you're checkin' out the new sound
Live hit
A live pop
Live rock
And ya don't stop
It goes on and on and on
Who's a threat?
C'mon, the war is on!

Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
Down! Get down!...and clear the lane

(guitar solo)

Start droppin'
Our words are never safe
Fighting myself
'Till I'm where I gotta be
I challange, don't sweat it
Now don't you forget it
Check me? What? Wait
You better slow down!
Realize I can't confine my rhyme to a beat
I need cash so when I'm cool I'm never ever weak
Places are fluid and diluted and complete
Check me once, calm down and take a seat
Strip the chains the freedom's there but then it's gone!

Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane

Defiance
Rippin' up the south set
Every time I'm grippin' the mic it is a sound threat
Resist against the suckers that bring the bass in
Timmy C
Bring that bass in!

Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane

Beatrica · Odomaćeni član

Freedom

Uggh!
Pull, pull
Wuh!
Come on!
Uggh!
Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
Al live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think

Yeah!
Come on!
The militant poet in once again, check it

It's set up like 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 like the murals that fit
Don't turn away
Get in front of it

Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic-tac-toe?

Yo, check the diagonal
Three brothers gone
Come on
Doesn't that make it three in a row?

Spoken quietly: "Anger is a gift"

Come on!
Uggh!

(Guitar solo)

Check that!
Uggh!
Come on
Yeah
Uggh

Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic-tac-toe?

Yo, check the diagonal
Three million gone
Come on
'Cause they're counting backwards to zero

Environment
The environment exceeding on the level
Of our unconciousness
For example
What does the billboard say
Come and play, come and play
Forget about the movement

Spoken quietly: "Anger is a gift"

Yeeeaaahhhh!
Uggh!
Awww, bring that shit in!
Uggh!
Hey!

Freedom...yea...
Freedom...yea right...
Freedom...yeeeaaahhh!
Freedom!
Yea!
Freedom!
Yea right!
Freedom!
Yea!
Freedom!
Yea!
Right!