Текст песни Wake Up, Rage Against The Machine

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Although ya try to discredit
Ya still never edit
the needle, I ll thread 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 dose
But it ll never come close
To the rage built up inside of me
Fist in the air, in the land of
hypocrisy

Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease
When their heads are flown
Cause all these punks
Got bullets in their heads
Departments 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 came 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 break the
structure up
Cause this blood still flows in the
gutter
I m like takin photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
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 retributon 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