To tha young r to tha e tha b to tha e tha l Never give up just live up Fed upon america We be spittin' it up Rippin' it up For an even amount in each cup To my brothers burning bare feet on black top Whose curled 'neath tha shadows From tha gaze of tha cops Whose huntin' for 9 to 5's through factory locks Is now hunted on this modern day auction block
Flexin' and mashin' With complex text Fast and in a fashion That snap back necks Quicker than a fed cash tha company checks Come with tha fire only marley could catch This be tha flame in tha cellar beware Nameless cold millions gaspin' for air Those naked and wageless Now scream within cages They make you pull your shit Just to get your share
With this mic device I spit nonfiction Who got tha power This be my question Tha mass of tha few In this torn nation? Tha priest tha book or tha congregation? Tha politricks who rob and hold down your zone? Or those who give tha thieves tha key to their homes? Tha pig who's free to murder one Shucklak Or survivors who make a move and murder one back?
RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE
- ESCRITORES - BRAD J. WILK,THOMAS B. MORELLO,TIMOTHY COMMERFORD,ZACK M. DE LA ROCHA