C'mon! Go...go...go...ugh.. Go...go...go...go... Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C Hey! Drop the A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C C'mon Drop auto
the lane Ugh...clear the lane Ugh...clear the lane Ugh...clear the lane Defiance Rippin' up the south set Every time I'm grippin' the mic it is a sound threat Resist against
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
Yeeaahh Pump Pump, Whee! Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Air Check it Ugh [livical champion ya, relivical champion ya, livical champion] we say the mindsets a
The main attraction - distraction got ya number than nnumber than numb Empty ya pockets son; they got you thinkin that What ya need is what they sellin
liberty And it won't stop until that 65 year old dictatorship, the Partido Revolucionario Institucional (Institutional Revolutionary Party) is buired in the ground and the people's voicce is heard once again
it goes something like this. Fuck tha police, Comin straight from the underground. Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown, And not the other color so police
on stage comes fear Frances Fanon Ya you know his anger is so clear (?) Using my brain Until the power is obtained Using my stength to gain A struggle for rage
around again! Yeah! It's comin' back around again! This is for the people of the sun! It's comin' back around again! It's comin' back around again!
guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine The hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bands That face off against each other
date, I?d was hard to locate I?d drunk too much Pernod, Took another swipe with my Mach 3 Turbo, Then it hit me like a raging inferno. CHORUS:
numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga You ain't on no real shit, nigga '94 still in the door and we conquered many tours With Rage Against Tthe Machine
just like switch blades Hustling for the record machine The hungry and the hunted Explode into rock 'n' roll bands Their faced off against each other
against the stream hopelessly believing they might swim Here they all come rushing down again Here they all come rushing down again Time has hardly swallowed
guitars like bayonets and rip holes in their jeans Then the hungry and the haunted explode into rock 'n' roll bands They face off against each other
Written by allen ginsberg, performed by rage against the machine It had to be flashin' like the daily double It had to be playin' on tv It had to be
poison assassination headlines It had to be dope cops in the mafia Who sold all their heroin in america It had to be the fbi and organized crime working together In cahoots against
