Rage Against The Machine - Calm Like A Bomb

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Artist: Rage Against The Machine Song: Calm Like A Bomb Album: The Battle Of Los Angeles Lyrics feel the ...
Artist: Rage Against The Machine Song: Calm Like A Bomb Album: The Battle Of Los Angeles Lyrics 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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