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G R E E N Y w o r l d D o m i n a t i o n T a s k F o r c e
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Presents:
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"Rage Against the Machine"
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All songs by Rage Against the Machine and all lyrics by Zack de la Rocha.
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All lyrics copyright (c) 1992 by Retribution Music (BMI) All rights reserved.
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BOMBTRACK
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It's just another bombtrack
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And suckas be thinkin' that they can fake this
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But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level
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'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down
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Hand out some beat downs
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Cold runna train on punk ho's that
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Think they run the game
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But I learned to burn that bridge and delete
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Those who compete at a level that's obsolete
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Instead I warm my hands on the flames of the flag
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As I recall our downfall
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And the business' that burned us all
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See through the news and views that twist reality
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Enough
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I call the bluff
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Manifest Destiny
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Landlords and power whores
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On my people they took turns
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Dispute the suits I ignite
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And then watch 'em burn
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The thoughts of a militant mind
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Hardline, hardline after hardline
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Landlords and power whores
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On my people they took turns
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Dispute the suits I ignite
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And then watch 'em burn
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Chorus:
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Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
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Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
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Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
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Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
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Another funky radical bombtrack
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Started as a sketch in my notebook
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But now dope hooks make punks take another look
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My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear
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That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere
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With the thoughts of a militant mind
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Hardline, hardline after hardline
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Landlords and power whores on my people they took turns
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Dispute the suits I ignite
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And then watch 'em burn
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Chorus
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KILLING IN THE NAME
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TAKE THE POWER BACK
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In the right light, study becomes insight
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But the system that dissed us teaches us to read and write
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So-called facts are fraud
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They want us to alledge and pledge
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And bow down to their God
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Lost the sulture, the culture lost
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Spun our minds and through time
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Ignorance has taken over
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We gotta take the power back
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Bam, here's the plan
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Mother fuck Uncle Sam
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Step back, I know who I am
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Raise up your ear, I'll drop the style and clear
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It's the beats and lyrics they fear
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The rage is relentless
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We need a movement with a quickness
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You are the witness of change
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And to counteract
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We gotta take the power back
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Chorus:
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We gotta take the power back
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We gotta take the power back
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The present curriculum
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I put my fist in 'em
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Eurocentric every last one of 'em
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See right through the red, white and blue disguise
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With lecture, I puncture the structure of lies
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Installed in our minds and attempting to hold us back
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We've got to take it back
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'Cause holes in our spirit are causin' tears and fears
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One-sided stories for years and years and years
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I'm inferior? Who's inferior?
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Yea, we need to check the interior
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Of the system who cares about only one culture
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And that is why
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We gotta take the power back
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Chorus
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The teacher stands in front of the class
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But the lesson plan he can't recall
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The student's eyes don't perceive the lies
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Bouncing off every fucking wall
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His composure is well kept
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I guess he fears playing the fool
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The complacent students sit and listen to the
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Bullshit that he learned in school
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Europe ain't my rope to swing on
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Can't learn a thing form it
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Yet we hand from it
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Gotta get it, gotta get it together then
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Like the mother fuckin' weathermen
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To expose and close the doors on those who try
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To strangle and mangle the truth
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'Cause the circle of hatred continues unless we react
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We gotta take the power back
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Chorus
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No more lies
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SETTLE FOR NOTHING
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A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home
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Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on
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A world of violent rage
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But it's one that I can recognize
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Having never seen the color of my father's eyes
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Yes, I swell in hell but it's a hell that I can grip
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I tried to grip my family
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But I slipped
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To escape from the pain and an existence mundane
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I gotta 9, a sign, a set and now I gotta name
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Read my writing on the wall
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No one's here to catch me when I fall
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But death is on my side
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Suicide
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A jail cell is fredom from the pain in my home
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Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on
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A world of violent rage
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But it's one that I can recognize
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Having never seen the color of my father's eyes
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Yes I dwell in hell but it's a hell that I can grip
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I tried to grip my family
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But I slipped
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To escape from the pain and an existence mundane
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I gotta 9, a sign, and a set and now I gotta name
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Read my writing on the wall
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No one's here to catch me when I fall
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Caught between my culture and the system
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Genocide
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Read my writing on the wall
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No one here to catch me whwn I fall
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If ignorance is bliss
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Then knock the smile off my face
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If we don't take action now
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We settle fro nothing later
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We'll settle for nothing now
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And we'll settle for nothing later
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BULLET IN THE HEAD
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This time the bullet cold rocked ya
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A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
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Nothin' proper about propaganda
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Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
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They said it was blue
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When the blood was red
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That's how you got a bullet blasted through ya head
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Blasted through ya head
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Blasted through ya head
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I give a shout out to the living dead
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Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized
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So serene on the screen
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You was mesmerized
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Cellular phone soundin' a death tone
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Corporations cold
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Turn ya to stone before ya realize
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They load the clip in omnicolor
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They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
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Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
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And mutha fuckas lost their minds
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Just victims of the in-house drive-by
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They say jump, you say how high
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They load the clip in omnicolor
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They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
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Sleeping gas, every home like Alacatraz
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And mutha fuckas lost theri minds
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No escape from the mass mind rape
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Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
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Play it again and again and again
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Until ya mind is locked in
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Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
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Buying all the products that they're selling ya
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They say jump
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Ya say how high
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Ya brain dead
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Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head
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Just victims of the in-house drive-by
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They say jump, you say how high
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Ya standin' in line
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Believin' the lies
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Ya bowin' to the flag
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Ya gotta bullet in ya head
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KNOW YOUR ENEMY
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Born with insight and a raised fist
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A witness to the slit wrist
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As we move into '92
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Still is a room without a view
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Ya got to know
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Ya got to know
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That when I say go, go, go
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Amp up and amplify
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Defy
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I'm a brother with a furious mind
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Action must be taken
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We don't need the key
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We'll break in
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Something must be done
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About vengeance, a badge and a gun
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'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
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I was born to rage against 'em
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Fist in ya face, in the place
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And I'll drop the style clearly
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Know your enemy
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Word is born
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Fight the war, fuck the norm
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Now I got no patience
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So sick of complacence
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With the D E F I A N C E
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The mind of a revolutionary
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So clear the lane
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The finger to the land of chains
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What? The land of the free?
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Whoever told you that is your enemy
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Something must be done
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About vengeance, a badge and a gun
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'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
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I was born to rage against 'em
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Now action must be taken
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We don't need the key, we'll break in
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I've got no patience now
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So sick of complacence now
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I've got no patience now
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So sick of complacence now
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Sick of sick of sick of sick of sick of you
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Time has come to pay
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Yes I know my enemies
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They're the teachers who taught me to fight me
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Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission
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Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite
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All of which are American dreams
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WAKE UP
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Although ya try to discredit
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Ya still never edit
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The needle, I'll thread it
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Radically poetic
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Standin' with the fury that they had in '66
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And like E-Double, I'm mad
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And still knee-deep in the system's shit
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Hoover, he was a body remover
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I'll give ya a dose
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But it'll never come close
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To the rage built up inside of me
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Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy
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Movements come and movements go
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Leaders speak, movements cease
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When their heads are flown
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'Cause all the punks
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Got bullets in their heads
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Departments of police, the judges, the feds
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Networks at work, keepin' people calm
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You know they went after King
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When he spoke out on Vietnam
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He turned the power to the have-nots
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And then came the shot
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Wit' poetry, my mind I flex
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Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' that finesse
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Whadda I have to do to wake ya up
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To shake ya up, to break the structure up
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'Cause this blood still flows in the gutter
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I'm like takin' photos
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Mad boy kicks open the shutter
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Set the groove
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Then I stick and move like I was Cassius
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Rep the stutter step
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Then bomb a left upon the fascists
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Yea, the several federal men
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Who pulled schemes on the dream
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And put it to an end
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Ya betta beware
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Of retribution with mind war
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20/20 visions and murals with metaphors
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The networks at work, keepin' people calm
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Ya know they murdered X
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And tried to blame it on Islam
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He turned the power to the have-nots
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And then came the shot
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What was the price on his head
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FISTFUL OF STEEL
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Silence
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Something about silence makes me sick
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'Cause silence can be violent
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Sorta like a slit wrist
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If the vibe was suicide
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Then you would push da button
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But if ya bowin' down
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Then let me do the cuttin'
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Some speak the sounds
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But speak in silent voices
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Like radio is silent
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Though it fills the air with noises
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Its transmissions bring submission
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As ya mold to the unreal
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Mad boy grips the microphone
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Wit' a fistful of steel
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Chorus:
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Fistful of steel
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Fistful of steel
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Fistful of steel
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Fistful of steel
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Yes, it's time to flow like the fluid in ya veins
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If ya will it, I will spill it
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And ya out just as quick as ya came
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Not a silent one
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But a defiant one
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Never a normal one
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'Cause I'm the bastard son
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With the visions of the move
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Vocals not to soothe
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But to ignite and put in flight
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My sense of militance
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Groovin', playin' this game called survival
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Status the elite, the enemy, the rival
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The silent sheep slippin', riffin', trippin'
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Give ya a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin'
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Steppin' into the jam and I'm slammin' like Shaquille
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Mad boy grips the microphone
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Wit' a fistful of steel
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Chorus
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A 44 full of bullets
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Face full of pale
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Eyes full of empty
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A stare full of nails
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The roulette ball rolls alone on the wheel
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A mind full of fire
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And a fistful of steel
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If the vibe was suicide
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Then you would push da button
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But if ya bowin' down
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Then let me do the cuttin'
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TOWNSHIP REBELLION
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Rebel, rebel and yell
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'Cause our people still dwell in hell
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Locked in a cell
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Yes, the structure's a cell
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Mad is the story I tell
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How long can we wait
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Come on, seein' what's at stake
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Action for reaction
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If your mind's in a somewhat complacent state
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Get a check-up
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This is a stick-up
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Our freedom or your life
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I wish I could be peaceful
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But there can be no sequel
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Chorus:
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Now freedom must be fundamental
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In Johannesburg or South Central
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On the mic, 'cause someone should tell 'em
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To kick in the township rebellion
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Yea, so you thought you could get with the hardlines
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That fill your mind
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The thoughts, battles fought
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And lessons taught
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And I'll display the fitness
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And flip like a gymnast
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Raise my fist and resist
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Asleep though we stand in the midst
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Of the war
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Gotta get mine
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Gotta get more
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Keepin' the mic warm against the norm
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'Cause what does it offer me
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I think often it's nothin' but a coffin
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Gotta get wreck
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'Til our necks never swing on a rope
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From here to the cape of no hope
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Chorus
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Why stand
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On a silent platform
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Fight the war
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Fuck the norm
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FREEDOM
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Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
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All live, never on a floppy disk
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Inka, inka, bottle of ink
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Paintings of rebellion
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Drawn up by the thoughts I think
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It's set up like a deck of cards
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They're sending us to early graves
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For all the diamonds
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They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades
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With poetry I paint the pictures that hit
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More like the murals that fit
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Don't turn away
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Get in front of it
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Chorus:
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Brotha did ya forget ya name
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Did ya lose it on the wall
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Playin' tic-tac-toe
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Yo, check the diagonal
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Three brothers gone
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Come on
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Doesn't that make it three in a row
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Anger is a gift
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Chorus
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Yo, check the diagonal
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Three million gone
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Come on
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'Cause ya know they're counting backwards to zero
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Environment
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The environment exceding on the level
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Of our unconscious
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For example
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What does the billboard say
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Come and play, come and play
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Forget about the movement
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Anger is a gift
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Freedom, freedom, yea right
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-Transcribed by Lobo, 1/14/94
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I think you should all buy Rage Against the Machine's album. The album is
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available on cassettes and CD's from Epic records, a division of Sony Music.
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copyright (c) 1994 by Lobo (except as otherwise noted)
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GREENY world Domination Task Force copyright (c) 1993 by Lobo
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All rights reserved to the most envious guy I know (envy=green)
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