Rage Against The Machine - Calm Like A Bomb

Feel the funk blast
Feel the funk blast
Well feel the funk blast
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
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
What ya say What ya say
What ya say What
What ya say What ya say
What ya say What
What ya say What ya say
What ya say What
We're calm like a bomb
We're calm like a bomb

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
With different last names
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
What ya say What ya say
What ya say What
What ya say What ya say
What ya say What
What ya say What ya say
What ya say What
Calm like a bomb

Calm like a bomb

Calm like a bomb

Calm like a bomb

Calm like a bomb

Calm like a bomb

Calm like a bomb
Calm like a bomb
Calm like a bomb
A prison to fill
Theres a countrys soul that
reads post no bills
Theres a strike and a
line of cops outside
of tha mill
Theres a right to obey
And a right to kill
Theres a mass without roofs
Theres a prison to fill
Theres a countrys soul that
reads post no bills
Theres a strike and a
line of cops outside
of the mill
Cos theres a right to obey
And theres the right to kill

Rage Against The Machine - Calm Like A Bomb

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