Battle of Los Angeles
Rage Against The Machine lyrics
Rage Against The Machine lyrics
"Fistfull Of Steel Lyrics"
Zero-Tolerance Lyrics
zero tolerance is the new trend minor criminals get the iron hand rapists, murderers and politicians don't seem a threat the other hand is held above their heads zero fucking tolerance is this what you demand? minor criminals locked away white board criminality protected to stay<
zero tolerance is the new trend minor criminals get the iron hand rapists, murderers and politicians don't seem a threat the other hand is held above their heads zero fucking tolerance is this what you demand? minor criminals locked away white board criminality protected to stay<
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Check it...uggh!
Silence
Something about silence makes me sick
'Cause silence can be violent
Sorta like a slit wrist
If the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin'
Some speak the sounds
But speak in silent voices
Like radio is silent
Though it fills the air with noises
Its transmissions bring submission
As ya mold to the unreal
And mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel
Yeah...and mad mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel
Somewhere On Fullerton Lyrics
Somewhere down in Fullerton there's a place we used to go to get away from it all Somewhere down in Fullerton there's a place we used to go to get away from it all But I'm still trying just to figure out why this feels so wrong when it felt so right
Wit' a fistful of steel
('Cause I know the power of the question)
Wit' a fistful of steel
Wit' a fistful of steel
(And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question)
It's time to flow like the fluid in ya veins
If ya will it, I will spill it
And ya out just as quick as ya came
Not a silent one
But a defiant one
Never a normal one
'Cause I'm the bastard son
With the visions of the move
Vocals not to soothe
But to ignite and put in flight
My sense of militance
Groovin', playin' this game called survival
The status,
Les Etoiles Filantes Lyrics
Si je m'arrete un instant Pour te parler de ma vie Juste comme ca tranquillement Dans un bar rue St-Denis J'te raconterai les souvenirs Bien grav? dans ma m?moire De cette ?poque o? vieillir ?tait encore bien illusoire Quand j?agacais les p?tites filles
the elite, the enemy, the rival
The silent sheep slippin', riffin', trippin'
Give ya a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin'
Steppin' into the jam and I'm slammin' like Shaquille
Mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel
Yeah...and mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel
Wit' a fistful of steel
('Cause I know the power of the question)
Wit' a fistful of steel
Wit' a fistful of steel
(And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question)
Ahh shit
And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question
And if the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin'
Yeah!
Come on!
A .44 full of bullets
Face full of pale
Eyes full of empty
A stare full of nails
The roulette ball rolls alone on the wheel
A mind full of fire
And a fistful of steel
And if the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin'
Yeah! Wit' a fistful of steel!
Come on!
Uggh!
Wit' a fistful of steel!
Uggh
Si je m'arrete un instant Pour te parler de ma vie Juste comme ca tranquillement Dans un bar rue St-Denis J'te raconterai les souvenirs Bien grav? dans ma m?moire De cette ?poque o? vieillir ?tait encore bien illusoire Quand j?agacais les p?tites filles
the elite, the enemy, the rival
The silent sheep slippin', riffin', trippin'
Give ya a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin'
Steppin' into the jam and I'm slammin' like Shaquille
Mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel
Yeah...and mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel
Wit' a fistful of steel
('Cause I know the power of the question)
Wit' a fistful of steel
Wit' a fistful of steel
(And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question)
Ahh shit
And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question
Under the Flag II Lyrics
Young man, go out And take what's yours, don't doubt There's strength in numbers, walk on Defend the meek, headstrong Now the story's become a bore I don't want to hear it anymore It's by no means an immaculate conception Too many bodies lying around Pushing daisies out the
Young man, go out And take what's yours, don't doubt There's strength in numbers, walk on Defend the meek, headstrong Now the story's become a bore I don't want to hear it anymore It's by no means an immaculate conception Too many bodies lying around Pushing daisies out the
And if the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin'
Yeah!
Come on!
A .44 full of bullets
Face full of pale
Eyes full of empty
A stare full of nails
The roulette ball rolls alone on the wheel
A mind full of fire
And a fistful of steel
And if the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin'
Yeah! Wit' a fistful of steel!
Come on!
Uggh!
Wit' a fistful of steel!
Uggh