"RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE" Band: RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE / 1992 GUILTY PARTIES: VOCALS : ZACK DE LA ROCHA (the fuckin' greatest!) BASS : TIMMY O. DRUMS : BRAD WILK GUITARS : TOM MORELLO * ADDITIONAL VOCALS - MAYNARD JAMES KEENAN * TRASHCAN PERCUSSION - STEPHEN PERKINS PRODUCED BY RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE & GGGARTH MIXED BY ANDY WALLCE A&R: MICHAEL GOLDSTONE ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- FOR RAGE PROPAGANDA WRITE: RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE P.O. BOX 2052 LOS ANGELES, CA 90069 NOTE: NO SAMPLES, KEYBOARDS OR SYNTHESIZERS USED IN THE MAKING OF THIS RECORDING. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- IF YOU FIND MISTAKES, PLEASE INFORM ME, THIS IS A PRE-BETA VERSION, I'VE TRANSCRIPTED THIS ONE FOR 25 MINUTES. Rage Against The Machine - Evil Empire 1996 Guilty parties: Zack de la Rocha - Vocals Tim Bob - Bass Brad Wilk - Drums Tom Morello - Guitars 1: People of the sun 2: Bulls on parade 3: Vietnow 4: Revolver 5: Snakecharmer 6: Tire me 7: Down rodeo 8: Without a face 9: Wind below 10: Roll right 11: Year of tha boomerang 1: People of the sun Since 1516 winds attacked and overseen, now Crawl amidst the ruins of this Empty dream They're borders and boots on top of us, pullin' Knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis So how you gonna get what you need ta get ? tha Gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like Tet When the fifth sun sets get back reclaim, tha Spirit of cuahtemoc alive an untamed Face tha funk now blastin' out ya Speaker, on the one maya, mexica That vulture game ta try and steal your name but Now you found a gun This is for the people of the sun It's comin' back around again This is for tha people of tha sun Neva forget that tha wip snapped ya back, ya Spine cracked for tobacco, oh I'm the Marlboro Man Our past blastin' on through tha verses Brigades of taxi cabs rollin' broadway like Hearses Troops strippin' zoots, shorts of red mist, Sailors blood on tha deck Come sista resist Tha new era of terror check this photo lens, Tha city of angels does tha ethnic cleanse Heads bobbin' to that funk out ya Speaker, on tha one maya, mexica That vulture game ta try an steal ya name but now You found a gun... you're history This is for the people of the sun It's coming back around again This is for tha people of tha sun 2: Bulls on parade This microphone explode, shattering The molds Ya eighter 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 the face of mother earth gets Bigger Tha triggers cold empty ya purse They rally round tha family With pockets full of shells Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes Not need, just feed tha war canibal animal I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a Library Line up to tha mind cemetery 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 pockets full of shells Bulls on parade 3: Vietnow (Ch) turn on tha radio, nah fuck it Turn it off, fear is your only God On tha radio, na fuck it, 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 savior's my guillotine, crosses And kerosine Merge on tha networks, slangin' nerve gas Up jump tha boogie then bang, Let 'em hang While the paranoid try to stuff tha void Let's capture this am mayhem Undressed, and blessed by tha lord Tha power pendulum swings by thaUmbilical cord Shcok around tha clock, from noon 'Til noon Men grabbin' they mics, and stuff 'em into tha Womb Terror tha product ya push Well I'm a truth addict, Ioh shit I got a head Rush Tha sheep tremble an here come tha votes Thrown from tha throat, new cages an scapegoats Undressen and blessed by tha lord Tha same devil that ran around managua wit a Sword Check tha new style that ollie found I tune in wit a bullet ta shut down Tha devil sound Tha program of vietnow Flex tha cerebellum fire Somebody gotta shell 'em Those 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 Comin' down like bats from stacy coon Terror, tha product you push Well I am a truth addict, oh shit I got a head Rush Tha sheeps tremble an here come tha votes Thrown from tha troat, new cage and scapegoats One caution tha mics a detonator unwound ta Shutdown tha devil sound Check tha heads bow in vietnow Is all tha world jails and churches ? 4: Revolver His spit is worth more than her work Pass tha purse to the pugilists He's a prizefighter 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 A spotless domain Hides festering hopes she's certain thre's more Pictures of fields without fences Her body numbs as he approaches the door Hey revolver, don't mothers make Good fathers ? Revolver 5: Snakecharmer Satelites are mirrors and a man without a home 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 Your friendship as a fog That disappears when the wind redirects You, yes you A father's expectations, soul soaked in spit and Urine And you gotta make it where To a sanctuary that's only a fragile american Hell An empty dream A selfish, horrific vision Passed on like the deadliest of viruses Crushinh you So have no illusions boy AVomit up all ideals and serve Sleep and wake, and serve Don't think just wake and serve Your friendship is a fog That disappears when the wind redirects You interested in you, interested in you Interested in you, interested in you Interested in you, interested in you 6: Tire me 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 She's got everyone's eyes In every home there's a sickening Distress Of rolm 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 loas frontiersman Who passed away with the truth Amidst tha eulogues of bliss Who will know now what I know about you Now that history's a flowery cancerous mess ..... A mess Nah let's see it broken, bloody and undressed ! We're already dead ! I wanna be Jackie Onassis I wanna wear a pair of dark sunglasses I wanna be Jackie O Oh, oh, oh please don't die We're already dead 7: Down rodeo 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 startin' 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 Shool 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 an plead the fifth 'cuse 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're lampin' still clockin' dirt for our Sweat A ballots dead so bullets what I get A thousand years you had the tools We should be taken '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 8: Without a face Got no card so I got no 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, it's when my life Expires So 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 out 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 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 the toxic shock Maize was all we needed to sustain, now her Golden skin burns, insecticide rain Ya down with DDT, yeah you know me, rapped from 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 motiveno hope, it's hard ta Breathe wit Wilson's hand around My throat Strangled and mangled another SS Curtain call, when I tried ta cross Tha white wall Walk unseen past tha graves an tha gates, born Without a face You say fortify, reaction, you divide You say fortify, reaction, reaction 9: Wind below Flip this capital eclipse Tha vocal tone has got'em sweatin' they owe Apocalypse Yes, tha rebels of tha grains stand Masterless Tha masked one cap one nafta commin' 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, Mexico burns Here they come one by one killers of the new Frontier To occupy, we lost in fear We are the wind below We in wit the wind below Flip this capital eclipse Them bury life wit imp shifts, and Poison lips Yo thay talk it, while slicin' our viens so mark It From tha 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 We in wit the wind below She is the wind below All the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta Annex the truth While the new trust gonna flex, and cast their Image in you G.E. is gonna flex and try and annex The truth NBC is gonna flex and cast their image In you Disney bought the fantasies and piles Of eyes And ABC's new thrill rides of trails 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 10: Roll right Lick off the shot my stories shock ya like Ellison Main line adrenaline Gaza to Tienanmen From the basement I'm dwellin' in I cook back the sling To stone a settler and breaks him off clean Call me the upsetter Here come the hands on the leashes The cross, the capital, tha pale families, the Fear and the mouthpieces The single sista lynch The cell dors crash And the master's drums echo Roll right Roll call 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 in the pigs In the park Head crack, I hijack the papars and the vapors Caught fire up in you mind Come back, rewind one time Here come 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 Roll right Roll call Now we're alright We're all calm 11: Year of tha boomerang Tha sistas are in so check tha front line It seems I spent the '80s in a Haiti state of Mind Cast me into classes for electro shock Straight incarcerated, the curriculum a cell Block I'm swimming in half thruts and it makes me Wanna spit Instructor come separate the healthy form 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, ya talk about my birthrights Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into Hells gates So I grip tha connan like fanon an pass tha Shells to my classmates '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 prosperity but yo I'm a piece of it So let tha guilty hang In tha year of tha boomerang And now it's upon you "FREEDOM" SOLO, I'M A SOLOIST ON A SOLO LIST ALL LIVE, NEVER ON A FLOPPY DISK INKA, INKA, BOTTLE OF INK PAINTINGS OF REBELLION DRAWN UP BY THE THOUGHTS I THINK 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 CHORUS: 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 ANGER IS A GIFT CHORUS YO, CHECK THE DIAGONAL THREE MILLION GONE COME ON 'CAUSE YA KNOW THEY'RE COUNTING BACKWARDS TO ZERO ENVIROMENT THE ENVIROMENT EXCEEDING ON THE LEVEL OF OUR UNCONSCIOUSNESS FOR EXAMPLE WHAT DOES THE BILLBOARD SAY COME AND PLAY, COME AND PLAY FORGET ABOUT THE MOVEMENT ANGER IS A GIFT FREEDOM, FREEDOM, YEA RIGHT "TOWNSHIP REBELLION" REBEL, REBEL AND YELL LOCKED IN A CELL YES, THE STRUCTURE'S A CELL MAD IS THE STORY I TELL HOW LONG CAN WE WAIT COME ON, SEEIN' WHAT'S AT STAKE ACTION FOR REACTION IF YOUR MIND'S IN A SOMEWHAT COMPLACENT STATE GET A CHECK-UP THIS IS A STICK UP OUT FREEDOM OF YOUR LIFE I WISH I COULD BE PEACEFUL BUT THERE CAN BE NO SEQUEL CHORUS: NOW FREEDOM MUST BE FUNDAMENTAL IN JOHANNESBURG SO SOUTH CENTRAL ON THE MIC, 'CAUSE SOMEONE SHOULD TELL 'EM TO KICK IN THE TOWNSHIP REBELLION YES, SO YOU THOUGHT YA COULD GET WITH THE HARDLINES THAT FILL YOUR MIND THE THOUGHTS, BATTLES FOUGHT AND LESSONS TAUGHT AND I'LL DISPLAY THE FITNESS AND FLIP LIKE A GYMNAST RAISE MY FIST AND RESIST ASLEEP, THOUGH WE STAND IN THE MIDST OF THE WAR GOTTA GET MINE GOTTA GET MINE KEEPIN' THE MIC WARM AGAINST THE NORM 'CAUSE WHAT DOES IT OFFER ME I THINK OFTEN IT'S NOTHIN' BUT A COFFIN GOTTA GET WRECK 'TIL OUT NECKS NEVER SWING ON A ROPE FROM HERE TO THE CAPE OF NO HOPE CHORUS WHY STAND ON A SILENT PLATFORM FIGHT THE WAR FUCK THE NORM "FISTFUL OF STEEL" SILENCE SOMETHING ABOUT SILENCE MAKES ME SICK 'CAUSE SILENCE CAN BE VIOLENT SORTA LIKE A SLIT WRIST IF THE VIBE WAS SUICIDE THEN YOU WOULD PUSH DA BUTTON BUT IF YA BOWIN' DOWN THEN LET ME DO THE CUTTIN' SOME SPEAK THE SOUNDS BUT SPEAK IN SILENT VOICES LIKE RADIO IS SILENT THOUGH IT FILLS THE AIR WITH NOISES ITS TRANSMISSIONS BRING, SUBMISSION, AS YA MOLD TO THE UNREAL MAD BOY GRIPS THE MICROPHONE WIT' A FISTFUL OF STEEL CHORUS: FISTFUL OF STEEL FISTFUL OF STEEL FISTFUL OF STEEL FISTFUL OF STEEL YES, IT'S TIME TO FLOW LIKE THE FLUID IN YA VEINS IF YA WILL IT, I WILL SPILL IT AND YA OUT JUST AS QUICK AS YA CAME NOT A SILENCE ONE BUT A DEFIANT ONE NEVER A NORMAL ONE 'CAUSE I'M THE BASTARD SON WITH THE VISIONS OF THE MOVE VOCALS NOT TO SOOTHE BUT TO IGNITE AND PUT IN FLIGHT MY SENSE OF MILITANCE GROOVIN', PLAYIN' THIS GAME CALLED SURVIVAL STATUS THE ELITE, THE ENEMY, THE RIVAL THE SILENT, SHEEP, SLIPPIN', RIFFIN', TRIPPIN' GIVE YA A GLIMPSE OF THE REALITY I'M GRIPPIN' STEPPIN' INTO THE JAM AND I'M SLAMMIN' LIKE SHAQUILE MAD BOY GRIPS THE MICROPHONE WIT' A FISTFUL OF STEEL CHORUS A 44 FULL OF BULLETS FACE FULL PALE EYES FULL OF EMPTY A STARE FULL OF NAILS THE ROULETTE BALL ROLLS ALONE ON THE WHEEL A MIND FULL OF FIRE AND A FISTFUL OF STEEL IF THE VIBE WAS SUICIDE THEN YOU WOULD PUSH DA BUTTON BUT IF YA BOWIN' DOWN THEN LET ME DO THE CUTTIN' "WAKE UP" ALTHOUGHT YA TRY TO DISCREDIT YA STILL NEVER EDIT THE NEEDLE, I'LL THREAD IT RADICALLY, POETIC STANDIN' WITH THE FURY THAT THEY HAD AND LIKE E-DOUBLE, I'M MAD STILL KNEE-DEEP IN THE SYSTEM'S SHIT HOOVER, HE WAS A BODY REMOVER I'LL GIVE YA A DOSE BUT IT'LL NEVER COME CLOSE TO THE RAGE BUILT UP INSIDE OF ME FIST IN THE AIR, IN THE LAND OF HYPOCRISY 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, THE JUDGES, 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 WIT' POETRY, MY MIND I FLEX FLIP LIKE, WILSON, VOCALS NEVER LACKIN', DAT FINESSE WHADDA I HAVE TO DO TO WAKE YA UP TO SHAKE YA UP, TO BREAK THE STRUCTURE UP 'CAUSE THIS BLOOD STILL FLOWS IN THE GUTTER I'M LIKE TAKIN' PHOTOS MAD BOY KICKS OPEN THE SHUTTER SET THE GROOVE THEN I STICK AND MOVE LIKE I WAS CASSIUS REP THE STUTTER STEP THEN BOMB A LEFT UPON THE FACISTS YEA, THE SEVERAL FEDERAL MEN WHO PULLED SCHEMES ON THE DREAM AND PUT IT TO AN END YA BETTA BEWARE OF RETRIBUTION WITH MIND WAR 20/20 VISIONS AND MURALS WITH METAPHORS THE NETWORKS AT WORK, KEEPIN' PEOPLE CALM YA KNOW THEY MURDERED X AND TRIED TO BLAME IT ON ISLAM HE TURNED THE POWER TO THE HAVE-NOTS AND THEN CAME THE SHOT WHAT WAS THE PRICE ON HIS HEAD "KNOW YOUR ENEMY" BORN WITH INSIGHT AND A RAISED FIST A WITNESS TO THE SLIT WRIST AS WE MOVE INTO '92 STILL IN A ROOM WITHOUT A VIEW YA GOT TO KNOW YA GOT TO KNOW THAT WHEN I SAY GO, GO, GO AMP UP AND AMPLITY DEFY I'M A BROTHER WITH A FURIOUS MIND ACTION MUST BE TAKEN WE DON'T NEED THE KEY WE'LL BREAK IN SOMETHING MUST BE DONE ABOUT VENGEANCE, A BADGE, AND A GUN 'CAUSE I'LL RIP THE MIKE, RIP THE STAGE, RIP THE SYSTEM I WAS BORN TO RAGE AGAINST 'EM FIST IN YA FACE, IN THE PLACE AND I'LL DROP THE STYLE CLEARLY KNOW YOUR ENEMY WORD IS BORN FIGHT THE WAR, FUCK THE NORM NOW I GOT NO PATIENCE SO SICK OF COMPLACENCE WITH THE DEFIANCE THE MIND OF A REVOLUTIONARY SO CLEAR THE LANE THE FINGER TO THE LAND OF CHAINS WHAT? THE LAND OF THE FREE? WHOEVER TOLD YOU THAT IS YOUR ENEMY SOMETHING MUST BE DONE ABOUT VENGEANCE, A BADGE, AND A GUN 'CAUSE I'LL RIP THE MIKE, RIP THE STAGE, RIP THE SYSTEM I WAS BORN TO RAGE AGAINST 'EM NOW ACTION MUST BE TAKEN WE DON'T NEED ANY KEY WE'LL BREAK IN I'VE GOT NO PATIENCE NOW SO SICK OF COMPLACENCE NOW I'VE GOT NO PATIENCE NOW SO SICK OF COMPLACENCE NOW SICK OF SICK OF SICK OF SICK OF SICK OF YOU TIME HAS COME TO PAY YES I KNOW MY ENEMIES THEY'RE THE TEACHERS WHO TAUGHT ME TO FIGHT ME COMPROMISE, CONFORMITY, ASSIMILATION, SUBMISSION IGNORANCE, HYPOCRISY, BRUTALITY, THE ELITE ALL OF WHICH ARE AMERICAN DREAMS "BULLET IN THE HEAD" THIS TIME THE BULLET COLD ROCKET YA A YELLOW RIBBON INSTEAD OF A SWASTIKA NOTHIN' PROPER ABOUT YA PROPAGANDA FOOLS FOLLOW RULES WHEN THE SET COMMANDS YA THEY SAID IT WAS BLUE WHEN THE BLOOD WAS RED THAT'S HOW YOU GOT A BULLET BLASTED THROUGH YA HEAD BLASTED THROUGH YA HEAD BLASTED THROUGH YA HEAD I GIVE A SHOUT OUT TO THE LIVING DEAD WHO STOOD AND WATCHED AS THE FEDS COLD CENTRALIZED SO SETENCE ON THE SCREEN YOU WAS MESMERLIZED CELLULAR PHONE SOUNDIN' A DEATH TONE CORPORATIONS COLD TURN YA TO STONE BEFORE YA 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 HACK AND THEN REWIND THE TAPE PLAY IT AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN UNTIL YA MIND IS LOCKED IN BELEIVIN' ALL THE LIES THAT THEY'RE TELLIN' YEA BUYING ALL THE PRODUCTS THAT THEY'RE SELLING YA THEY SAY JUMP YA SAY HOW HIGH YA BRAIN DEAD YA GOTTA FUCKIN' BULLET IN YA 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 GOTTA BULLET IN YA HEAD "SETTLE FOR NOTHING" A JAIL CELL IS FREEDOM FROM THE PAIN IN MY HOME HATRED PASSED ON, PASSED ON AND PASSED ON A WORLD OF VIOLENCE RAGE BUT IT'S ONE THAT I CAN RECOGNISE HAVING NEVER SEEN THE COLOR OF MY FATHER'S EYES YES, I DWELL IN HELL BUT IT'S A HELL THAT I CAN GRIP I TRIED TO GRIP MY FAMILY BUT I SLIPPED TO ESCAPE FROM THE PAIN AN EXISTENCE MUDANE I GOTTA 8, A SIGN, A SET AND HOWI GOTTA NAME READ MY WRITING ON THE WALL NO ONE'S HERE TO CATCH ME WHEN I FALL BUT DEATH IS ON MY SIDE SUICIDE A JAIL CELL IS FREEDOM FROM THE PA IN MY HOME HATRED PASSED ON, PASSED ON AND PASSED ON A WORLD OF VIOLENCE RAGE BUT IT'S ONE THAT I CAN RECOGNISE HAVING NEVER SEEN THE COLOR OF MY FATHER'S EYES YES, I DWELL IN HELL BUT IT'S A HE THAT I CAN GRIP I TRIED TO GRIP MY FAMILY BUT I SLIPPED TO ESCAPE FROM THE PAIN AN EXISTENCE MUDANE I GOTTA 8, A SIGN, A SET AND HOWI GOTTA NAME READ MY WRITING ON THE WALL NO ONE'S HERE TO CATCH ME WHEN I FALL CAUGHT BETWEEN MY CULTURE AND THE SYSTEM GENOCIDE READ MY WRITING ON THE WALL NO ONE'S HERE TO CATCH ME WHEN I FALL IF IGNORANCE IS BLISS THEN KNOCK THE SMILE OFF MY FACE IF WE DON'T TAKE ACTION NOW WE, SETTLE FOR NOTHING LATER WE'LL SETTLE FOR NOTHING NOW AND WE'LL SETTLE FOR NOTHING LATER "TAKE THE POWER BACK" IN THE RIGHT LIGHT, STUDY BECOMES INSIGHT BUT THE SYSTEM THAT DISSED US TEACHES US TO READ AND WRITE SO-CALLED FACTS ARE FRAUD THEY WANT US TO ALLEGE AND PLEDGE AND BOW DOWN TO THEIR GOD LOST THE CULTURE, THE CULTURE LOST SPUN OUR MINDS AND THROUGH TIME IGNORANCE HAS TAKEN OVER WE GOTTA TAKE THE POWER BACK BAM, HERE'S THE PLAN MOTHER FUCK UNCLE SAM STEP BACK, I KNOW WHO I AM RAISE UP YOUR, I'LL DROP THE STYLE AND CLEAR IT'S THE BEATS AND LYRICS THEY FEAR THE RAGE IS RELENTLESS WE NEED A MOVEMENT WITH A QUICKLESS YOU ARE THE WITNESS OF CHANGE AND TO COUNTERACT WE GOTTA TAKE THE POWER BACK CHORUS: WE GOTTA TAKE THE POWER BACK WE GOTTA TAKE THE POWER BACK THE PRESENT CURRICULUMS I PUT MY FIST IN EM EUROCENTRIC EVERY LAST ONE OF 'EM SEE RIGHT THROUGH THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE DISGUISE WITH LECTURE, I PUNCTURE THE STRUCTURE OF LIES INSTALLED IN OUR MINDS AND ATTEPTING TO HOLD US BACK WE'VE GOT TO TAKE IT BACK 'CAUSE HOLES IN OUT SPIRIT ARE CAUSIN' TEARS AND FEARS ONE-SIDED STORIES FOR YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS I'M IONFERIOR? WHO'S INFERIOR? YEA, WE NEEDA CHECK THE INTERIOR OF THE SYSTEM WHO CARES ABOUT ONLY ONE CULTURE AND THAT IS WHY WE GOTTA TAKE THE POWER BACK CHORUS THE TEACHER STANDS IN FRONT OF THE CLASS BUT THE LESSON PLAN HE CAN'T RECALL THE STUDENT'S EYES DON'T PERCEIVE THE LIES BOUNCING OFF EVERY FUCKING WALL HIS COMPOSURE IS WELL KEPT I GUESS HE FEARS PLAYING THE FOOL THE COMPLACENT STUDENTS SIT AND LISTEN TO THE BULLSHIT THAT HE LEARNED IN SCHOOL EUROPE AIN'T MY ROPE TO SWING ON CAN'T LEARN A THING FROM IT YET WE HAND FROM IT GOTTA GET IT, GOTTA GET IT TOGETHER THEN LIKE THE MOTHER FUCKIN' WEATHERMEN TO EXPOSE AND CLOSE THE DOORS ON THOSE WHO TRY TO STRANGLE AND MANGLE THE TRUTH 'CAUSE THE CIRCLE OF HATRED CONTINUES UNLESS WE REACT WE GOTTA TAKE THE POWER BACK CHORUS "KILLING IN THE NAME" K I L L I N G I N T H E N A M E / R A G E V S . T H E M A C H I N E: : " to make you do : : what the deciders had decided : : you must do, they use force to make : : you do what the deciders had decided : : you must do! " : : -- Zack De La Rocha / American Headlines : : : : : : Killing in the name of! : : : : Some of those that work forces : : are the same that burn crosses : : : : killing in the name of : : killing in the name of : : : : now you do what they told ya : : : : those that died : : justify : : for having a badge : : take your chosen right : : : : justify : : those that died : : for having a badge : : take your chosen right : : : : Some of those that work forces : : are the same that burn crosses : : : : killing in the name of : : killing in the name of : : : : [n'] now you do what they told ya [ n' now you're under control] : : : : those that died : : justify : : for having a badge : : take your chosen right : : : : justify : : those that died : : for having a badge : : take your chosen right : : : : fuck you, I won't do what you tell me : : : : mutha fucka'!! : "BOMBTRACK" IT'S JUST ANOTHER BOMBTRACK AND SUCKAS BE THINKIN' THAT THEY CAN FADE THIS '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 COMPLETE AT A LEVEL THAT'S OBSOLETE INSTEAD I WARM MY HANDS ON THE FLAMES OF THE FLAG AS I RECALL OUT 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 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 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 HKOOKS MAKE PUNKS TAKE ANOTHER LOOK MY THOUGHTS YA HEAR AND YA BEGIN TO LEAR THAT YA CARD WILL GET PULLED IF YA INTERIERE WITH THE THOUGHTS OF A MILIANT MIND HARDLINE, HARDLINE AFTER HARDLINE LANDLORDS AND POWER WHORES ON MY PEOPLE THEY TOOK TURNS DISPUTE THE SUITS IGNITE AND THEN WATCH 'EM BURN