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RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE lyrics : "Calm Like A Bomb"

feel the funk blast,
feel the funk blast,
FEEL THE FUNK BLAST,

a yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo, check it out yo-yo-yo
I be walkin god like a dog
My narrative fearless

Word war returns to burn
Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh
Like steel from a furnace

I was born landless
Yes its tha native son
Born of Zapatas guns

Stroll through the shanties
And tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry

But with different last names
The vultures robbin everything
Leave nothing but chains

Pick a point on the globe
Yes tha pictures tha same
Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth and a hearse

A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth
Theres a widow pig parrot
A rebel to tame

A whitehooded judge
A syringe and a vein
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard


What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? (x4)
Calm like a bomb

(ignite ignite ignite ignite ignite ignite)

This aint subliminal

Feel the critical mass approach horizon
Tha pulse of the condemned
Sound off Americas demise

Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker
Yes I spit fire
Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires

Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry, uh-huh
With different last names, uh-huh

The vultures robbin everyone
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point here at home

Yes the pictures tha same
Theres a field full of slaves
Some corn and some debt

Theres a ditch full of bodies
Tha check for the rent
Theres a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone

The numb black screen
That be feelin like home
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard


What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?(x4)
Calm like a bomb

(ignite ignite ignite ignite ignite ignite)

There's a mass without roofs

There's a prison to fill
There's a countrys soul that reads post no bills
There's a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill

There's a right to obey
And a right to kill


There's a mass without roofs
There's a prison to fill
There's a countrys soul that reads post no bills

There's a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
There's a right to obey
And there's a right to kill!

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