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Rage Against The Machine

I'm gonna kick 'em out Well I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy

knee-deep in the system's shit Hoover, he was a body remover I'll give ya a dose But it'll never come close To the rage built up inside of me Fist in

back, I know who I am Raise [Incomprehensible] your ear, I'll drop the style and clear It's the beats and the lyrics they fear The rage is relentless

Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing You're missing the hootah of the funky Buddha Eluder of the fucked up styles that get wicked So come on as

minds No escape from the mass mind rape Play it again Jack and then rewind the tape And then play it again and again and again Until ya mind is locked

ask if the brother's done I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean? I'm raging, ripping up the stage

Tom Joad Guitar Solo Now Tom Said; "Ma, whenever ya see a cop beatin' a guy Wherever a hungry new born baby cries Whereever there's a fight against

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm, no more No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm, no more Well, I wake up in the morning Fold my hands and pray for

gone Clear the lane Clear the lane Clear the lane Clear the lane Defiance rippin' up the south set Every time I'm grippin' the mic, it is a sound threat Resist against