Wake up

Although ya try to discredit
Ya still newer edit
The needle, I'll thred it
Radically poetic
Standin' with the fury that they had in 66
And like E-Double, i'm mad
Still knee-deep in the system's shit
Hoover he was a body remover
I'll give ya a dose
But i still never come close
To the rage built up inside of me
Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy

Movement come and movements go
Leaders speek, movements cease
When their heads are flown
´Cause all the punks
Got bullets in their heads
Departements of police, the judges, the feds
Networks at work, keepin' people calm

You know they went after King
When he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then kame the shot

Wit' poetry, my mind i flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse
Whadda I have to do to wake ya up
To shake ya up, to breake the structure up
'Cause this blood still flows in the gutter
I'm like talking photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groov
Then I stick and move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter step
Then bomb a left upon the fascists
Yea, the several federal men
Who pulled schemes on the dream
And put it to an end

Ya betta beware
Of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors

The networks at work, keepin' people calm
Ya know they murdered X
And tried to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

What was the price on his head





 Peole of the sun

Since 1516 minds attacked and overseen, now
Crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream
They're borders and boots on top of us, pullin'
Knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis
So how you gonna get what you need ta get? tha
Gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like
Tet
When the fifth sun sets get back reclaim, tha
Spirit of Cuahtemoc alive and untaimed
Face tha funk now blastin' out ya
Speaker, on the one Maya, Mexica
That vulture came ta try and steal ya name but
Now you found a gun
This is for the people of the Sun
It's comin' back around again
This is for tha people of tha Sun
Neva forget that tha wip snapped ya back, ya
Spine cracked for tobacco, oh I'm the Marlboro
Man
Our past blastin' on through tha verses,
Brigades of taxi cabs rollin' broadway like
Hearses
Troops strippin' zoots, sots of red mist,
Sailors blood on tha deck,
Come sista resist
Tha new era of terror check this photo lens,
Tha city of Angels does tha ethnic cleanse
Heads bobbin' to tha funk out ya
Speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica
That vulture came ta try an steal ya name but now
You found a gun... You're history
This is for tha people of the Sun
It's comin' back around again
this is for tha people of tha Sun





 Bulls on parade

This microphone explodes, shattering
The molds
Ya either drop tha hits like De La O or get tha
Fuck off tha commode
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha
Bodies drop
Drop an don't copy yo, dont't call this
A co-opt
Terror rains drenchin´, quenchin´ tha thirst of
Tha power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on tha face of Mother Earth gets
Bigger
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse
They rally round tha family
Whith pockets full of shells
Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes,
Not need, just feed tha war cannibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a
Library
Line up to tha mind cementery
What we don't know keeps tha contracs alive an
Movin'
They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove
'Em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells
Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells
Rally round tha family
With pockets full of shells
Bulls on parade



All songs written and arranged by Rage Against the Machine, All lyrics by Zack de la Rocha