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RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE - EVIL EMPIRE LYRICS
People of the SunYeah 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
Bulls on ParadeCome wit it now! Come wit it now! The microphone explodes, shattering the molds 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 Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells 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 now 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 They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells Bulls on parade Come wit it now! Come wit it now! Bulls on parade!(x4)
VietnowTurn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio Nah fuck it, turn it off Turn it off, turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio Nah fuck it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene Merge on tha networks, slangin' nerve gas Up jump tha boogie then bang, let 'em hang While tha paraniod try ta stuff tha void Let's capture this AM mayhem Undressed, and blessed by tha Lord Tha power pendulum swings by tha umbilical cord Shock around tha clock, from noon 'til noon Men grabbin' they mics, and stuff 'em into tha womb Terror's tha product ya push Well I'm a truth addict, oh shit I gotta headrush Sheep tremble an here come tha votes Thrown from tha throat, new cages an scapegoats Undressed and blessed by tha Lord Tha same devil that ran around Managua wit a sword Check out tha new style that Ollie found I tune in wit a bullet ta shut down tha devil sound Shut down tha devil sound Tha program of Vietnow Shut down tha devil sound Turn on the radio, nah fuck it turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio Nah fuck it, turn it off Turn it off, turn on the radio, nah fuck it turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio Nah fuck it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene Flex tha cerebellum, fire, uh! Somebody gotta shell 'em These evil angels lists, hittin' tha AM playlist Paid ta say this That one inhuman, illegal, single woman Tha one wit out a room The transmissions wippin' our backs Yeah, comin' down like bats from Stacy Coon Terror's tha product ya push Well I'm a truth addict, oh shit I gotta headrush Tha sheep tremble an here come tha votes Thrown from tha throat, new cages and scapegoats One caution tha mics a detonator unwound Ta shut down tha devil sound Shut down tha devil sound Check tha heads bow in vietnow Shut down tha devil sound Is all tha world jails and churches? Is all tha world jails and churches? Is all tha world jails and churches? Is all tha world jails and churches? Is all tha world jails and churches? Radio, nah fuck it, turn it off Fear is your only god on tha radio Nah fuck it, turn it off Turn it off, turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off Fear is your only god on tha radio Nah fuck it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god
Revolver His spit is worth more than her work Pass the purse to the pugilists He's a prizefighter And he bought rings and he owns kin And now he's swingin' And now he's the champion Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver A spotless domain Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more Pictures of fields without fences A spotless domain Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more Pictures of fields without fences Her body numbs as he approaches the door As he approaches the door As he approaches the door As he approaches the door As he approaches Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! (Guitar solo) Yeah! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Hey revolver, don't mothers make good fathers? Revolver! Revolver! Revolver! Revolver! Revolver!
SnakecharmerSatellites and, pair of mirrors and, and a man without a home With a horse, and a rider, and a clever, cunning killer Silent in error and vocal in spotlights Lying always sucking on a bottle of, that sweet, indulgent fluid Oh greed oh yes oh greed oh yes! Oh greed oh yes Yeah! Yeah! (Left channel - 26 years in this stage Yeah! you're 26 years in this stage) Yeah! Your frienship is a fog That disappears when the wind redirects You! Yes you! (Guitar solo) Father's expectations, soul soaked in, spit and urine And you gotta make it where? To a sanctuary that's a fragile American hell An empty dream A selfish, horrific vision Passed on like the deadliest of viruses Crushing you and your naive profession Have no illusions boy Vomit all ideals and serve Sleep and wake and serve And don't just think just wake and serve Yeah! Yeah! (Left channel - 26 years in this stage Yeah! you're 26 years in this stage) Yeah! Your friendship is a fog That disappears when the wind redirects You! Interested in you, interested in you Interested in you, interested in you (to end)
Tire meYeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me I can see you in front of me, front of me Ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me Why don't you get from in front of me? Oh she's got everyone's eyes Yeah! In every home there's a sickening distress Yeah! Of roll that film she's a precious, a precious one But we're all gonna......nah we're already dead! We're already dead! And those colorful words for tha Laos frontiers-man Who passed away with the truth Amidst the eulogies of bliss Who will know now what I know about you? Now that history's a flowery cancerous mess Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me A mess! Overbearing yes ya tryin' ta tire me A mess! Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me So get the fuck from in front of me Nah let's see it broken, bloody and undressed! We're already dead! (Guitar solo) In a violent time (?) I wanna be Jackie Onassis I wanna wear a pair of dark sunglasses I wanna be Jackie O Oh oh oh oh please don't die! Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me I can see you in front of me, front of me Ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me Why don't you get from in front of me? Ruh! We're already dead! We're already dead! We're already dead!
Down RodeoYeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun 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 shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one Yes I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun (Guitar solo) Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas get romantic They ain't gonna send us campin' like they did my man Fred Hampton Still we lampin' still clockin' dirt for our sweat A ballots dead so a bullet's what I get A thousand years they had tha 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 Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse 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 shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun The rungs torn from the ladder can't reach the tumour One god, one market, one truth, one consumer Just a quiet peaceful dance! Just a quiet peaceful dance! Just a quiet peaceful dance! Just a quiet peaceful dance! Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we'll never have Just a quiet peaceful dance for the things we don't have
With out a FaceUh! Got no card so I got not soul Life is prison, no parole, no control Tha jura got my number on a wire tap 'Cause I jack for similac, fuck a cadillac Survive one motive no hope 'Cause every sidewalk I walk is like a tightrope Yes I know my deadline sire, when my life expires I'm sendin' paper south under tha barbed wire Tha mother of my child will lose her mind at my grave It's my life for their life so call it a free trade "Por vida" and our name up on tha stall I took a death trip when I tried ta cross tha white wall Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face One motive no hope ah, born without a face Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face One motive no hope ah, yeah, born without a face Without a face Yeah, I tried ta look back ta my past long lost A blood donor ta tha land owner holocaust Pops heart stopped, in came tha air drop Flooded tha trench he couldn't shake tha toxic shock Maize was all we needed ta sustain Now her golden skin burns, insecticide rain Ya down wit DDT yeah you know me Raped for tha grapes, profit for tha bourgeois (?) War tape boomin' path is Luminoso I'm headed north like my name was kid 'Cisco To survive one motive no hope, ah It's hard ta breathe wit Wilson's head around my throat Strangled and mangled another SS curtain call When I tried ta cross tha white wall When I tried ta cross tha white walls Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face One motive no hope ah, born without a face Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born without a face One motive no hope ah, born without a face You say fortify, reaction, you divide And you say fortify, reaction, reaction And you say fortify, reaction, reaction You say fortify, reaction, you divide
Wind BelowFlip this capital eclipse Tha vocal tone has got 'em sweatin' their own apocalypse Yes, rebel of tha grains stand masterless Tha masked ones cap one NAFTA comin' with tha new disaster And yes we in wit tha wind an tha plan de Ayala kin Are comin' back around again Tha slave driver saliva, one night power turns Them devils mouths dry, now Mexico burns So here they come one by one them killers of the new frontier Occupy, causin' fear, come on Wit the wind below \ We in wit the wind below | Right channel - ??? Wit the wind below / Flip this capital eclipse Them bury life wit IMF shifts, and poison lips Yo they talk it, while slicin' our veins yo so mark it From the FINCAS overseers, to them vultures playin' markets She ain't got nothin' but weapon and shawl She is Chol, Tzotzil, Tojolobal, Tzeltal The tools are her tools, Ejidos and ovaries She once suffocated, now through a barrel she breathes She is the wind below \ The wind below | Right channel - ??? She is the wind below / (Guitar solo) And all the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the truth While the new trust is gonna flex, and cast their image in you Yeah all the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the truth And while the new trust tries ta flex, and cast their image in you And GE is gonna flex and try and annex the truth And NBC is gonna flex and cast their image in you And Disney bought the fantasies and piles of eyes And ABC's new thrill rides of trials and lies And while the gut eaters strain to pull the mud from their mouths They force our ears to go deaf to the screams in the south Yeah! But we in wit the wind below! But we in wit the wind below! But we in wit the wind below!
Roll RightLick off the shot my stories shock ya like Ellison Main line adrenaline Gaza to Tienanmen From the basement I'm dwellin' in I cock back tha sling to stone a settler And breaks him off clean, call me the upsetter Here comes the hands on the leashes The cross, the capital, the pale families, the fear and the mouthpieces The single sista lynch The cell doors crash And the master's drums echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo Roll right! Roll call! But now we're alright, we're all calm! Roll right! Roll call! And now we're alright, we're all calm! This hits like fists bomb with the left and don't miss With the sickest stilo I spark fear like pigs in the park Head crack, I hijack the papers The vapors caught fire up in your mind Come back rewind one time Here comes the hands on the leashes The cross, the capital, the pale families, the fear and the mouthpieces The single sista lynch The cell doors crash And the master's drums echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo Roll right! Roll call! But now we're alright, we're all calm! Roll right! Roll call! We gotta take 'em to tha seventh level We gotta take 'em to tha seventh level For their lives and my lives were never settled Come on, don't freeze when zero hour comes Come on, come on, don't freeze when zero hour comes Come on Send 'em to tha seventh level! Send 'em to tha seventh level! Send 'em to tha seventh level! Send 'em to tha seventh level! For their lives and my lives were never settled
Year Of the Boomerang Tha sistas are in so check the front
line Seems I spent the '80s in the Haiti state of mind Cast me into classes for electro
shock Straight incarcerated, the curriculum's a cell block I'm swimmin' in half truths and
it makes me wanna spit Instructor come separate the healthy from tha sick Ya weigh me on a
scale, smellin' burnt skin It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from within 'Cause
I'm cell locked in tha doctrines of tha right Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass
tha shells to my classmates Aw, power to tha people 'Cause tha bosses right ta live is
mine ta die So I'm goin' out heavy sorta like Mount Tai Wit tha five centuries of
penitentiary so let tha guilty hang In tha year of tha boomerang I got no property but yo
I'm a piece of it So let tha guilty hang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it In the
year of tha boomerang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it So let tha guilty hang I
got no property but yo I'm a piece of it In the year of tha boomerang Yeah! Now it's upon
you! Now it's upon you! Tha sistas are in so check the front line Seems I spent the '80s
in the Haiti state of mind Cast me into classes for electro shock Straight incarcerated,
the curriculum's a cell block Swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spit
Instructor come separate the healthy from tha sick Ya weigh me on a scale, I'm smellin'
burnt skin It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from within 'Cause I'm cell locked in
tha doctrines of tha right Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights Yet at every turn
I'm runnin' into hell's gates So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my
classmates Aw, power to tha people, yeah, yeah Tha bosses right ta live is mine ta die I'm
goin' out heavy sorta like Mount Tai Wit tha five centuries of penitentiary so let tha
guilty hang In tha year of tha boomerang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it So let
tha guilty hang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it Uh! In the year of tha
boomerang I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it So let tha guilty hang I got no
property but yo I'm a piece of it In the year of tha boomerang Yeah! Now it's upon you!
Now it's upon you! You!(x7) Yeah!