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Rage Against The Machine Rage Against The Machine

No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now We're the renegades of this atomic age This atomic

Come with it now! Come with it now! The microphone explodes, shattering the molds Either drop hits like De-La-O or get the fuck off the commode With

The movie ran through me, the glamor subdue me The tabloid untie me, I'm empty, please fill me Mister anchor assure me that Baghdad is burning Your voice

Ughh! hey you, it's just another bombtrack ughh Hey you, it's just another bombtrack yeah It goes a-one, two three and It's just another bombtrack And

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

Come Bring it on, bring it on now Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list All live, never on a floppy disk Inka, inka, bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion

Southern fist Rise through the jungle mist Clenched to smash power so cancerous Black flag and a red star A rising sun loomin' over Los Angeles 'Cuz of

The sistas are in so check the front line It seems I spent the '80s in a Haiti state of mind Cast me into classes for electro shock Straight incarcerated

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 it's one that I can recognize Having