Rage Against The Machine Darkness

Greed!

Causing innocent blood to flow

Entire culture, lost in the overthrow

They came to seize and take whatever they please

Then all they gave back was death and disease

My people were left with no choice but to decide

To conform to a system, responsible for genocide

Responsible for genocide

Responsible for genocide…

[Spoken:]

‘AIDS is killing the entire African nation

And a vaccine is still supposedly under preparation

But these governments they don’t mind the procrastination

They say “We’ll kill them off, take their land and go there for vaction.’

My people’s culture was strong, it was pure

And if not for that white greed

It would’ve endured

My people were left with no choice but to decide

To conform to a system

Their minds enslaved

Their souls encaged

I feel the rage

It’s brutality can never be undone

But the sun is not yet set

The bass and drums and microphones a threat

That’s when ya investigate the crimes from the inside

And see that they’re responsible for genocide

Responsible for genocide

Responsible for genocide…

Ya cram ya culture down my throat

Say I’m inferior when I find that I choke

Ya fill my mind with a false sense of history

And then you wonder why I have no identity?

Well I’ll strike a match and it’ll catch and

Spread the insight we need

A tiny fire, burning bright

Shedding light on the darkness of greed

A yes yes y’all

And ya don’t stop

Shedding light on the darkness of greed

A yes yes y’all

And ya don’t stop

Shedding light on the darkness of greed.

Yeah!

Rage Against The Machine Pistol Grip Pump

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

They can be fucking with other niggas’ shit, but they can’t be fucking with mine

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

They can be fucking with other niggas’ shit, but they can’t be fucking with mine

I was raised in the hood called what the diff

Where the brothers in the hood be chivalrous

So I rest defense on my ligaments

Pistol grip pump on my lap, riskin’ it

Full life living it, never giving it back

Too late for slipping, so slack up

On my lap its on your lips so trap shut

A steel dick more flick for pump but

All I’m saying ain’t no question who the man is

In my civic or in this show biz

I drill the fool, kill the fool

Come on what you say?

I think I can take care of all you motherfuckers don’t delay right away

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

They can be fucking with other niggas’ shit, but they can’t be fucking with mine

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

They can be fucking with other niggas’ shit, but they can’t be fucking with mine

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times, right?

Cause tricks be out for your blindside

Never understood it, but remember I showed you

That in these times you gotta look over your shoulder, strap

Well that ain’t nothin’ but the intent of gettin’ high

And a cop giving you shit for just passing you by

If your ever in trouble or on the double best to call your pals

If you ain’t got none now, sucker

They gotta know you styles around me

Weren’t we getting along? We’re family, we better be

We got your back, we got your back, kid

Just don’t be pointing one of them guns (all right, man)

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

They can be fucking with other niggas’ shit, but they can’t be fucking with mine

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

They can be fucking with other niggas’ shit, but they can’t be fucking with mine

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they can’t be fucking with mine

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they can’t be fucking with mine

Rage Against The Machine Mindsets A Threat

Yeah

Pump, pump, whee!

Pump, pump, pump, pump, right

Air

Check it, uh

Lyrical champion, the lyrical champion GO!

Lyrical champion, we say the mindset’s a threat GO!

Lyrical champion, the lyrical champion GO!

Lyrical champion, we say the mindset’s a threat, uh

You know!

You know the mindset’s a threat

You know!

Check it

In the industry you see I keep a yellow tape

Got the microphone because we want to be free

Never oppress, nor to relay your stress

? ability, but now you’re put to the test

I run a set in the cool atmosphere

Don’t worry about my ? or the car that I steer

The material pressure is just a digressor

Be livin’ my life for me because you struggle with pressure, uh

You know!

You know the mindset’s a threat

You know!

You know the mindset’s a threat

You know!

You know the mindset’s a threat

You know!

You know the mindset’s a threat

Drop it

Ease up!

Bringin’ in the new lifestyle in 1991 now

With a rrrrrang ’em up in style we’re bringin’ it deep, yo

Now bring it down

Aw, shit

Listen to what I’m sayin’

Materialism I’m slayin’

Chasin’ a ? ’cause you know what I mean

It’s the system your obeyin

Throwin’ it like a catcher

You say what you think you ?

? ? GO!

I run a set in the cool atmosphere

Don’t worry about my ? or the car that I steer

The material pressure is just a digressor

Be livin’ my life for me because you struggle with pressure, uh

(You know!)

Yeah!

(You know!)

In the new sound!

(You know!)

Ease up!

Rage Against The Machine Maria

Tha sun ablaze as Maria’s foot

Touches tha surface of sand

On northern land

As human contraband

Some rico from Jalisco

Passed her name to tha boss

She stuffed ten to a truckbed

She clutches her cross

Here comes tha exhaust

And it rips through her lungs

She’s off fast to tha pasture

Like cattle she’ll cross

Degree 106

Sweat and vomit are thrown

And she prays and suffocates

Upon tha memories of home

Of Yanqui guns for blood debts on tha loans

Of smoldering fields rape rubble and bones

Of graves hidden trapped up in visions of war

Of nothing no one nobody no more

These are her mountains and skies and

She radiates

Through history’s rivers of blood

She regenerates

And like tha sun disappears only to reappear

She’s eternally here

Her time is near

Never conquered but here

To tear away at tha mask

And now she got a quota

Tha needle and thread crucifixion

Sold and shipped across tha new line

of Mason Dixon

Rippin’ through denim

Tha point an inch from her vein

Tha foreman approach

His steps now pound in her brain

His presence it terrifies

And eclipses her days

No minutes to rest

No moment to pray

And with a whisper

He whips her

Her soul chained to his will

“My job is to kill if you forget to take your pill”

Her arms jerks

Tha sisters gather round her and scream

As if in a dream

Eyes on tha crimson stream

Numb as her wrists spit shots of blood to tha floor

I am nothing, no one, nobody, no more

These are her mountains and skies and

she radiates

And through history’s rivers of blood

she regenerates

And like tha sun disappears only to reappear

Maria she’s eternally here

Her time is near

Never conquered but here

To tear away at tha mask

To tear away at tha mask

To tear away at tha mask

No minutes to rest

No moment to pray

No minutes to rest

No moment to pray

No minutes to rest

It eclipses her day

Just a moment to pray

ugh!

To tear away at tha mask

Away at tha mask

To tear away at tha mask

To tear away at tha mask

Rage Against The Machine Killing In The Name

Killing in the name of

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses

Some of those that work 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

And now you do what they told ya

And now you do what they told ya

And now you do what they told ya

And now you do what they told ya

And now you do what they told ya

And now you do what they told ya

And now you do what they told ya

And now you do what they told ya

And now you do what they told ya

And now you do what they told ya

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 work forces, are the same that burn crosses

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses

Uggh!

Killing in the name of

Killing in the name of

And now you do what they told ya

And now you do what they told ya

And now you do what they told ya

And now you do what they told ya

And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control

And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control

And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control

And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control

And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control

And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control

And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control

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!

Yeah! Come on!

Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me

Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me

Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me

Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me

Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me

Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me

Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me

Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me

Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!

Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!

Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!

Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!

Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!

Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!

Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!

Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!

Motherfucker!

Uggh!

Rage Against The Machine Born Of A Broken Man

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

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

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

My fear is hunting me down

Capturing my memories

The frontier of laos

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

YEAAAH!

Born of a broken man, but not a broken man

Born of a broken man, never a broken man

Born of a broken man, never a broken man

Born of a broken man, but not a broken man

Rage Against The Machine Microphone Fiend

Yo, I was a fiend before I became a teen

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated

Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated

Shot grabbed the mic and try to say, ” Yes y’all!”

They tried to take it, and say that I’m too small

Cool, ‘Cause I don’t get upset

I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet

Back to the lab …without a mic to grab

So then I add all the rhymes I had

One after the another one, then I make another one

To dis the opposite then ask if the brother’s done

I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine

But I don’t need a cigarette, know what I mean?

I’m raging, ripping up the stage and

Don’t it sound amazing ’cause every rhyme is made and

Thought of, Cuz it’s sort of…an addiction,

Magnatized by the mixing

E-F-F-E-C-T

A smooth operator operating correctly.

An E-F-F-E-C-T

A smooth operator operating correctly.

E-F-F-E-C-T

A smooth operator operating correctly.

An E-F-F-E-C-T

A smooth operator operating correctly.

But back to the problem, I gotta habit,

You can’t solve it, you silly rabbit

The prescription is a hypertone that’s thorough when

I fiend for a microphone like heroin

Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

And I’ll put you in a mood or is it a state of

unawareness? Beware, it’s the reanamator!

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

An assasinator, if the people ain’t stepping

You see a part of me that you never seen

When I’m fiending for a microphone.

Cause I take it to the maximum, I can’t relax see, I’m

Hype as a hyperchrondriac ’cause the rap be one

Hell of a antidote, something you can’t smoke

More than dope, you’re trying to move away but you can’t, you’re broke

More than cracked up, you should have backed up

For those who act up need to be more than smacked up

E-F-F-E-C-T

A smooth operator operating correctly.

An E-F-F-E-C-T

A smooth operator operating correctly.

An E-F-F-E-C-T

A smooth operator operating correctly.

An E-F-F-E-C-T

A smooth operator operating correctly.

A smooth operator operating correctly.

A smooth operator operating correctly.

A smooth operator operating correctly.

A smooth operator operating correctly.

Uh!

Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated …originated

Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated …complicated

Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated …originated

Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated …complicated

Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated …originated

Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated …complicated

Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated …originated

Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated …complicated

Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated

Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated

Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated

Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated

Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated

Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated

Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated

Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated

‘Cause I’m an E-F-F-E-C-T

A smooth operator operating correctly

An E-F-F-E-C-T

A smooth operator operating correctly

An E-F-F-E-C-T

A smooth operator operating correctly

An E-F-F-E-C-T

A smooth operator operating correctly

A smooth operator operating correctly

A smooth operator operating correctly

A smooth operator operating correctly

‘Cause I’m an E-F-F-E-C-T

Rage Against The Machine The Ghost Of Tom Joad

Man walks along the railroad track

He’s Goin’ some place, there’s no turnin’ back

The Highway Patrol chopper comin’ up over the ridge

Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge

The shelter line stretchin’ around the corner

Welcome to the New World Order

Families sleepin’ in their cars out in the Southwest

No job, no home, no peace, no rest, NO REST!

And The highway is alive tonight

Nobody’s foolin’ nobody is to where it goes

I’m sitting down here in the campfire light

Searchin’ for the Ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls his prayer book out of a sleepin’ bag

The preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag

He’s waitin’ for the time when the last shall be first and the first shall be last

In a cardboard box ‘neath the underpass

With a one way ticket to the promised land

With a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand

Lookin’ for a pillow of solid rock

Bathin’ in the cities’ aqueducts

And The highway is alive tonight

Nobody’s foolin’ nobody is to where it goes

I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light

With the Ghost of old Tom Joad

Now Tom Said; “Ma, whenever ya see a cop beatin’ a guy

Wherever a hungry new born baby cries

Whereever there’s a fight against the blood and hatred in the air

Look for me ma’

I’ll be there

Wherever somebodies stuglin’ for a place to stand

For a decent job or a helpin’ hand

Wherever somebody is strugglin’ to be free

Look in their eyes ma,

You’ll see me! [repeat 8 times]

And the highway is alive tonight

nobody’s foolin’ nobody is to where it goes

I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light

With the Ghost of Tom Joad.

Rage Against The Machine Autologic

C’mon!

Go…go…go…ugh..

Go…go…go…go…

Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C (go…go…go…go…)

Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C (go…go…go…go…)

Hey! (go…go…go…go…)

Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C (go…go…go…go…)

C’mon (go…go…go…go…)

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

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

Rage Against The Machine Producer

Earth shares what Earth receives

And now only blood brings life

A tiller bring life, producer bring life

Protector bring life, soiled hands bring life

The tree of democracy shall be watered by the blood of revolution

So go plant a seed, go plant a seed for harvest

Go plant a seed for harvest producer

Producer, producer, producer, producer

Producer, producer, producer, producer

Producer, producer, producer, producer

Producer, producer, producer, producer

Producer, producer, producer, producer

Producer, producer

And it all shall fall by the grace of the people and

It all shall fall by the grace of the people and

It all shall fall by the grace of the people and

It all shall fall by the grace of the people and

It all shall fall

It all shall fall

I first met you and the ideas you uphold while incarserated A victim of a social experiment

Eventually addicted to your eight hour injections of hypocracy and arrogance and greed

Forced to sit with coplicity in front of my executioners

As they blugeoned me with their so called superior values and demanded my submission

I bacame an indentured servant in a factory

Where I myself was the product

Whos’ useful quality was to protect their palaces

Every word uttered from their mouths strangeled me

So that every thought I express

Shall sow the seed for the noose around their necks

And set fire to their homes

And every word uttered from their mouths strangeled me

So that every thought I express

Shall sow the seed for the noose around their necks

And set fire to their homes

And set fire to their homes

And set fire to their homes

And set fire to their homes

And set fire to their homes

And it all shall fall by the grace of the people and

It all shall fall by the grace of the people and

It all shall fall by the grace of the people and

It all shall fall by the grace of the people and

It all shall fall by the grace of the people and

It all shall fall

Fall

Fall

Fall

Fall

Fall

Fall

Fall

Fall