MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
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 (7 times)
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 - ashes in the fall
A mass of hands press on the market window
Ghosts of prgress
Dressed in slow death
Feeding on hunger
And glaring thriugh the promise
Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle
A mass of nameless at the oasis
That hides the graves beneath the master's hill
Are buried for drinking
The river's water
While shackled to the line
At the empty well
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
Listen to the fascist sing
"Take hope here
War is elsewhere
You were chosen
This is God's land
Soon we'll be free
Of blot and mixture
Seeds planted by our
Forefather's hand"
A mass of promises
Being to rupture
Like the pockets
Of the new world kings
Like swollen stomachs
In Appalachia
Like the priests that fuck you
As they whisper holy things
A mass of tears have transformed to stones now
Sharpened on suffering
And woven into slings
Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress
Taking today what tomorrow never brings
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
Ain't the new sound
Just like the old sound?
Look at the noose now
Over the, over the, over the burning ground
Ain't it funny how the factory doors close
Round the time that the school doors close
Round the time that the doors of the jail cells
Open up to greet you like the reaper
Ain't it funny how the factory doors close
Round the time that the school doors close
Round the time that a hundred thousand jail cells
Open up to greet you like the reaper
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
Like ashes in the fall
rage against the machine - bulls on parade
Come wit it now
This microphone explodes shatterin the molds
Etiher drop the hits like de la o
Or get the fuck off the commode
With that sure shot
Sure ta make the bodies drop
Drop and don't copy yo don't call this a co-op
Terror reigns drenching quenchin
The thirst of power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on the face of mother gets bigger
The trigger's cold empty ya purse
Rally round the family
With a pocket full of shells
They rally round the family
With a pocket full of shells
Weapons not food not homes not shoes not need
Just feed tha war cannibal animal
I walk the corner to the rubble
That used to be a library line up outside the mind's cemetary now
What we don't know keeps the contract's alive and movin
They don't gotta burn the boooks they just remove
While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells
Rally round the family
Pocket full of shells
Rally round the family
With a pocket full of shells
They rally round the family
With a pocket full of shells
Come wit it now
Bulls on parade
rage against the machine - guerilla radio
Transmission third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
Ain't no shelter if you're looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
A silent play on the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The camera's eye on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
A spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins and stole your eyes
The fistagons bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above fuck it cut the cord
Lights out guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerilla radio
Contact I highjack the frequencies
Blockin' the beltway
Move on DC
Way past the days of bombin' mc's
Sound off Mumia Guan be free
Who gottem yo check the federal file
All you pen devils know the trial was vile
An army of pigs trying to silence my style
Off 'em all out that box it's my radio dial
Lights out guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerilla radio
It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here
What better time than now
All hell can't stop us now
All hell can't stop us now
All hell can't stop us now
All hell can't stop us now
All hell can't stop us now
All hell can't stop us now
rage against the machine - bombtrack
It's just another bombtrack
And suckas be thinkin that they can fade this
But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level
'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down
Hand out some beat downs
Cold runna train on punk ho's that
Think they run the game
But I learned to burn that bridge and delete
Those who compete at a level that's obsolete
Instead I warm my hands on the flames of the flag
As I recall our downfall
And the business that burned us all
See through the news and views that twist reality
Enough
I call the bluff
Manifest destiny
Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn
The thoughts of a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline
Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn
Chorus:
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Another flunky radical bombtrack
Started as a sketch in my notebook
But now dope hooks make punks take another look
My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear
That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere
With the thoughts of a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline
Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn
Chorus
rage against the machine - fistful of steel
Huh!
Check it...uggh!
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
And mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel
Yeah...and mad mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel
Wit' a fistful of steel
('Cause I know the power of the question)
Wit' a fistful of steel
Wit' a fistful of steel
(And I won't stop cause I know the power of the question)
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 silent 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
The 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 Shaquille
Mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel
Yeah...and mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel
Wit' a fistful of steel
('Cause I know the power of the question)
Wit' a fistful of steel
Wit' a fistful of steel
(And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question)
Ahh shit
And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question
And if the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin`
Yeah!
Come on!
A .44 full of bullets
Face full of pale
Eyes full of empty
A stare full of nails
The roulette ball, rolls along on the wheel
A mind full of fire
And a fistful of steel
And if the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin'
Yeah! Wit' a fistful of steel!
Come on!
Uggh!
Wit' a fistful of steel!
rage against the machine - darkness of greed
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
rage against the machine - settle for nothing
A jail cell is freedom
from the pain in my home
hatred passed on, passed on,passed on
a world of violent rage
but its one that i can recognize
having never seen the color of my father's eyes
yes i dwell in hell, but its a hell that i can grip
i tried to grip my family but i slipped
to escape from the pain and an existence mundane
i gotta 9 a sing a set and now i 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 pain in my home
hatred passed on, passed on and passed on
a world of violent rage
but its one that i can recognize
having never seen the color of my father's eyes
yes i dwell in hell but its a hell that i can grip
i tried to grip my family but i slipped
to escape from the pain and an existence mundane
i gotta 9 a sing a set and now i gotta name
read my writing on the wall
no one's ever catch me when i fall
caught between my culture and the system
Genocide
read my writing on the wall
no one's ever catch me when i fall
if ignorance is bliss
then knock the smile off my face
Yeahhhhhh
if i dont take action now }
we settle for nothing later } x4
we will settle for nothing }
and we`ll settle for nothing later }
rage against the machine - 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 into 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 ear, 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 quickness
you are the witness of change and to counteract
we gotta take the power back
Chorus:
we gotta take the power back
C'mon! C'mon!
we gotta take the power back
the present curriculum
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 attempting to hold us back
we've got to take it back
'cause holes in our spirit are causin tears and fears
one-sided stories for years and years and years
i'm inferior? who's inferior?
yeah, you 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 students eyes dont perceive the lies
bouncing off every fucking wall
his compusure is well kept
i guess he fears playing the fewl
the complacent students sit and listen to the bullshit
that he learned in skewl
europe, aint my rope to swing on
cant learn a thing from it
yet we hang from it
gotta get it, gotta get it together then
like the motherfucking weathermen
to expose and close the doors on those who try
to strangle and mangle the truth
'cause the circle of hatred continues to react
we gotta take the power back
chorus
NO MORE LIES
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 nights
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 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
rage against the machine - know your enemy
Huh
Yeah, we're comin' back then with another bombtrack
Think ya know what it's all about
Huh
Hey yo, so check this out
Yeah
Know your enemy
Come on
Born with insight and a raised fist
A witness to the slit wrist, that's with
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 amplify
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 mic, 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...Know your enemy
Yeah
Hey yo, and dick with this...uggh
Word is born
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Now I got no patience
So sick of complacence
With the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E
Mind of a revolutionary
So clear the lane
The finger to the land of the chains
What? The land of the free?
Whoever told you that is your enemy
Now something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I'll rip the mic, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em
Now action must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in
(Maynard James Keenan of Tool)
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 you
Time has come to pay...
Know your enemy
Come on
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
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
All of which are American dreams
rage against the machine - people of the sun
Yeah betta turn tha bass up on this one
since 15 hundred and 16 minds attacked and
overseen now crawl amidst the ruins of this
empty dream with ya borders and boots on top
of us pullin knobs on tha floor of tha toxic
metropollis but how ya gonna get what ya need
ta get when the gut eaters blood drenched get
offensive like Tet the 5th sun sets get back
reclaimed tha spirit of Cuahtemoc alive and
untamed face tha funk now balstin out ya
speaker on tha one Meya Mexico tha vultures
came ta try and steal ya name but now you found
a gun this is for the people of tha sun
It's coming back around again
this is for the people of the sun
neva forget that tha whip snapped ya back ya
spine cracked for tobaco I'm the marlboro man
ughh our past blasting on through tha verses
brigades of taxi cabs rolling broadway like
hearses troops strippin zoots shots of red mist
sailors blood on tha deck come sister resist from
tha error of terror check ya photo lense now tha
city of angles has tha ethnic clense heads
bobbin to tha funk out ya speaker on tha one
Maya Mexico that vulture came ta try and steal
ya name but now ya found a gun you're history
this is for the people of the sun.
it's coming back around again
this is for the people of tha sun
rage against the machine - producer fall from the grace of people
Earth shares what earth receives
And now only blood brings life
A killer 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
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 hypocrisy
And arrogance and greed
Forced to sit with coplicity in front of my executioners
As they bludgeoned 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
Who's 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 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
rage against the machine - wind below
Flip 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 thetruth
And while the new trust tries ta flex, and cast their image inyou
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 theirmouths
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
rage against the machine - down rodeo
Yeah 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
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'll never have
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