Rage Against The Machine - Bulls On Parade Lyrics

Rage Against The Machine - Bulls On Parade Video

Come wit it now, come wit it now

 

The microphone explodes, shattering the molds

Either drop tha hits like de-la-o, or get tha fuck off tha commode

Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop

Drop an don't copy, yo, don't call this a co-opt

Terror rains, drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power dons

That five-sided fist-a-gon

Tha rotten sore on tha face of Mother Earth gets bigger

Tha trigger's cold, empty ya purse

 

Rally round the family with a pocket full of shells

They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells

They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells

They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells

 

Weapons, not food, not homes, not shoes, not need

Just feed tha war, cannibal animal

I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library

Line up to tha mind cemetery now

What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive and movin'

They don't gotta burn tha books, they just remove 'em

While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells

Rally round the family, pockets full of shells

 

Rally round the family with a pocket full of shells

They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells

They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells

They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells

 

Bulls on parade

Come wit it now, come wit it now

Bulls on parade

Bulls on parade

Bulls on parade

Bulls on parade

Bulls on parade

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Rage Against The Machine - I'm Housin Lyrics

Rage Against The Machine - I'm Housin Video

Coolin' on the scene like a horse in a stable

A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable

I stepped back, like it wasn't no thing

I punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring

I had an ace in the hole when it came to that

Yo Z you was packin'? You know was strapped

Posse kept rollin it was hard to get with 'em

So I stepped back, and unbuttoned my Lee denim

They kept coming, just like I figured

So I stepped back, and started sprayin niggaz

What a way to go out, out like a sucker

But I'm on track, like a Long Island train

That can head up your mission, suckers who be dissing

Always on my jock like a snake always hissing

Grabbing and tapping me like Luther Vandross

Take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast

Givin best wishes to the best MC

And when the spot is blown and yo you know it's me

Because I'm housin

'Cause I'm housin

Because I'm housin

'Cause I'm housin

Because I'm housin

 

Because I'm housin

Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb

'Cause I'm housin

Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb

'Cause I'm housin

Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb

'Cause I'm housin

Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb

 

Coolin' at a party, no better yet disco

Head feelin' mellow from a bottle of Cisco

Move...

To crush and fry a sucker MC like crisco

Gimme the cue, check one two

Don't try to come off on me, because you doo-doo

You treatin me the Z to the D, like a stepchild

Let me tell you homeboy you're livin foul

MC's, you know who you are

On the bandwagon Why Z? Cuz you a star

This is the year when the joker's are wild

When a fag can't hack it and try to bite your style

I get hip to the scheme, before it happens

If it gets wild, then I start cappin

But for now, since everything's calm

Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb

Because I'm housin

'Cause I'm housin

'Cause I'm housin

'Cause I'm housin

Because I'm housin

 

C'mon

 

Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb

'Cause I'm housin

Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb

'Cause I'm housin

Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb

Because I'm housin

Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb

 

Because I'm housin

 

Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('Cause I'm housin)

Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('Cause I'm housin)

Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('Cause I'm housin)

Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('Cause I'm housin)

'Cause I'm housin

'Cause I'm housin

'Cause I'm housin

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Rage Against The Machine - Bullet In The Head Lyrics

Rage Against The Machine - Bullet In The Head Video

This time the bullet cold rocked ya

A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika

Nothin' proper about ya propaganda

Fools follow rules when the set commands ya

 

They said it was blue when ya blood was red

That's how ya got a bullet blasted through your head

Blasted through your head, blasted through your head

I give a shout out to the living dead

 

Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized

So serene on the screen you was mesmerized

Cellular phones soundin' a death tone

Corporations cold turn you to stone before you realize

 

They load the clip in omnicolor

Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time

The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz

And motherfuckers lost their minds

 

Just victims of the in-house drive-by

They say jump, you say How high?

Yeah

Just victims of the in-house drive-by

They say jump, you say How high?

Run it

 

Just victims of the in-house drive-by

They say jump, you say How high?

Yeah!

Just victims of the in-house drive-by

They say jump, you say How high?

Check-a, check-a, check it out

 

They load the clip in omnicolor

They pack the 9, they fire it at the prime time

The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz

And muthafuckers lost their 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 your mind is locked in

 

Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya

Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya

They say jump and you say how high

You brain dead? You gotta fuckin' bullet in your head?

 

Just victims of the in-house drive-by

They say jump, you say How high?

Yeah

Just victims of the in-house drive-by

They say jump, you say How high?

 

Uh

Yeah

Shit

What?

 

Your standin' in line

Believin' the lies

Your bowin' down to the flag

You got a bullet in your head

 

Your standin' in line

Believin' the lies

Your bowin' down to the flag

You got a bullet in your head

 

A bullet in your head

A bullet in your head

A bullet in your head

A bullet in your head

A bullet in your head

A bullet in your head

A bullet in your head

A bullet in your head

 

A bullet in your head

A bullet in your head

A bullet in your head

A bullet in your head

A bullet in your head

A bullet in your head

A bullet in your head

You gotta bullet in your fuckin' head

 

Yeah

Yeah

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