Альбом Rage Against The Machine

This microphone explodes, shattering
the molds
Ya 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 triggers cold empty ya purse
They rally round tha family
With a pocket full of shells
Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a
library
Line up to tha mind cemetary
LyricsWhat we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an
movin'
They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove
'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells
Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells
Rally round tha family
With a pocket full of shells
Bulls on parade

This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow the rules when the set commands ya
They said it was blue
When the boold was red
That's is how you 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 at the feds cold centralized
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerized
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before you realize

They load the clip in omnicolor
They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
LyricsSleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

They load the clip in omnicolor
They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
Play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they are tellin' ya
Buying all the products that they are selling ya
They say jump
Ya say how high
Ya brain dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in your head

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya got a fuckin' bullet in ya head

[Zack de la Rocha - *whispering*]
My fears hunt me down..
Capturing my memories..
The frontier of loss..
They try to escape across the street where..
Jesus stripped bare..
And raped the spirit He was supposed to nurture..
In the name of my..
In the name of my..

[Hook]
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, BUT NOT A BROKEN MAN!!
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, NEVER A BROKEN MAN!!
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, BUT NOT A BROKEN MAN!!
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, NEVER A BROKEN MAN!!

Like autumn leaves his sense fell from him..
An empty glass of himself....shattered somewhere within..
His thoughts like a hundred moths...trapped in a lampshade...
Somewhere within...
Their wings banging and burning...on through endless night...
LyricsForever awake he lies shaking and starving..
Praying for someone to turn off the light...

[Hook]
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, NEVER A BROKEN MAN!!
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, BUT NOT A BROKEN MAN!!
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, NEVER A BROKEN MAN!!
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, BUT NOT A BROKEN MAN!!

UGH!
UGH!!

My fear is hunting me down..
Capturing my memories..
The frontier of loss...
They try to escape across the street where..
Jesus stripped bare..
And raped the spirit He was supposed to nurture..
In the name of my..
In the name of my..

[guitar riff]

YEAAAH!!

[Hook]
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, BUT NOT A BROKEN MAN!!
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, NEVER A BROKEN MAN!!
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, BUT NOT A BROKEN MAN!!
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN, NEVER A BROKEN MAN!!

UGH!
WHA?!
YEAH!!
UGH!!
YEAH!!
C'MON!!

Killing in the name of
Some of those that work forces,
are the saints that burn crosses

Now ya do what they told ya

Don't you die or justify
You're wearin the badge, and your chosen white
You justify those that died
By wearin the badge and your chosen white

Some of those that work forces,
are the saints that burn crosses

Killing in the name of...

Now ya do what they told ya

Your under control
Now ya do what they told ya

LyricsThose who die, are justified,
for wearing a badge and their clothes in white
You justify those that died
By wearin the badge and your chosen white

Come on...
Fuck you, I won't do what ya tell me...

Mutha fucker

[*whispers*]
Feel the funk blast..
Feel the funk blast..

FEEL THE THE FUNK BLAST!!
FEEL THE FUNK BLAST!!!
A-FEEL THE FUNK BLAST!!
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out, yo, yo, yo

[Zack de la Rocha]
I be walkin' god like a dog, my narrative, fearless
My word war returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris
Like Steel from a furnace, I was born landless
This is the native son, born of Zapata's guns
Stroll through the shanties and the cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry but with different last names
These vultures rob everything leave nothing but chains
Pick a point on the globe! Yes, the pictures the same
There's a bank, there's a church, a myth and a hearse
A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth
There's a widow pig parrot, a rebel to tame
LyricsA white-hooded judge, a syringe and a vein
....and the riot be the rhyme of the unheard..

[Hook]
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?!
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)

This ain't subliminal, feel the critical mass approach horizon
The pulse of the condemned, sound off America's demise
The anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, yes I spit fire
Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires
Yes back through the shanties and the cities remains
The same bodies buried hungry, but with different last names
These vultures rob everyone, leave nothing but chains
Pick a point here at home, yes the picture's the same
There's a field full of slaves, some corn and some debt
There's a ditch full of bodies, the check for the rent
There's a tap, the phone, the silence of stone
The numb black screen that be feelin' like home
..And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard..



[Hook]
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?!
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A...BOMB!!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)

[Tom Morello plays weird guitar riff]

I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A Bomb!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)
I'm Calm Like A...BOMB!!
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite)

(I'm Calm Like A Bomb!)
There's a mass without roofs, there's a prison to fill
There's a country's soul that reads post no bills
There's a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill
There's a right to obey and there's a right to kill
There's a mass without roofs, there's a prison to fill
There's a country's soul that reads post no bills
There's a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill
There's a right to obey and there's a right to kill

The movie ran through me
The glamour subdue me
The tabloid untie me
I'm empty please fill me
Mister anchor assure me
That Baghdad is burning
Your voice it is so soothing
That cunning mantra of killing
I need you my witness
To dress this up so bloodless
To numb me and purge me now
Of thoughts of blaming you
Yes the car is our wheelchair
My witness your coughing
Oily silence mocks the legless
Now traveling in coffins
But on the corner
The jury's sleepless
We found your weakness
And it's right outside our door

LyricsNow testify

With precision you feed me
My witness I'm hungry
Your temple it calms me
So I can carry on
My slaving sweating the skin right off my bones
On a bed of fire I'm choking on the smoke that fills my home
The wrecking ball rushing
My witness your blushing
The pipeline is gushing
While here we lie in tombs
While on the corner
The jury's sleepless
We found your weakness
And it's right outside your door

Now testify

Mass graves for the pump and the price is set

Who controls the past now controls the future
Who controls the present now controls the past
Who controls the past now controls the future
Who controls the present now?

Now testify

It's just another bombtrack
And suckas be thinkin' that they can fade it
But I'm going to drop it at a higher level
'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down
Hand out some beat-downs
Cold runna train on punk ho's that
Think they run the game
But I learned to burn that bridge and delete
Those who compete at a level that's obsolete
Instead I warm my hands on the flames of the flag
As I recall our downfall
And the business' that burned us all
See through the news and views that twist reality
Enough
I call the bluff
Manifest destiny

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn
Lyrics
The thoughts of a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn


Chorus:
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn

Another funky radical bombtrack
Started as a sketch in my notebook
But now dope hooks make punks take another look
My thoughts youhear and you begin to fear
That ya card will get pulled if you interfere
With the thoughts of a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn

Chorus

Every official that comes in
Cripples us leaves us maimed
Silent and tamed
And with our flesh and bones
He builds his homes

Southern fist
Rise through tha jungle mist
Clenched to smash power so cancerous
A black flag and a red star
A rising sun loomin' over Los Angeles
'Cause for Raza livin in La La
Is like Gaza on to tha dawn of Intifada
Reach for tha lessons tha masked pass on
And seize tha metropolis
It's you that it's built on

Everything can change on a new years day
As everything changed on new years day

Everything can change on a new years day
LyricsAs everything changed on new years day

War within a breath
It's land or death
Their existence is a crime
Their seat their robe their tie
Their land deeds
Their hired guns
They're tha crime
Shots heard underground round tha rapture
Tha world's eye captured
At last in a Mexican pasture
Tha masked screaming land or death
Within a breath
A war from tha depth of time
Who shot four puppet governors in a line
Who shook all tha world bankers
Who think they can rhyme
Shot tha landlords who knew it was mine
Yes a war from tha depth of time

Everything can change on a new years day
As everything changed on new years day

Everything can change on a new years day
As everything changed on new years day

War within a breath
It's land or death

[Zack de la Rocha]
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 I 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 dissin'
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!! [Housin....housin'...]
'Cause I'm HOUSIN!! [Housin....housin'...]
LyricsBecause I'm HOUSIN!! [Housin....housin'...]
'Cause I'm HOUSIN!! [Housin....housin'...]
Because I'm Housin'!

[Hook]
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!! [Housin....housin'...]
'Cause I'm HOUSIN!! [Housin....housin'...]
'Cause I'm HOUSIN!! [Housin....housin'...]
'Cause I'm HOUSIN!! [Housin....housin'...]
Because I'm Housin'

C'MON!

[Hook]
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

[*guitar riff*]

Hook 2:
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!! [Housin....housin'...]
'Cause I'm HOUSIN!! [Housin....housin'...]
'Cause I'm HOUSIN!! [Housin....housin'...]
'Cause I'm HOUSIN!! [Housin....housin'...]

YEAAAH!

[Zack de la Rocha]
The world is my expense..
The cost of my desire..
Jesus blessed me with its future..
And I protect it with fire..
So raise your fists and march around
Just don't take what you need
I'll jail and bury those committed
And smother the rest in greed!
Crawl with me into tomorrow
Or I'll drag you to your grave
I'm deep inside your children
They'll betray you in my name!

Hey! HEY!!
SLEEP NOW IN THE FIRE!!
Hey! HEY!!
SLEEP NOW IN THE FIRE!!

LyricsThe lie is my expense..
The scope with my desire..
The party blessed me with its future..
And I protect it with fire
I am the Nina, the Pinta, the Santa...Maria
The noose and the rapist, the fields' overseer
The agents of orange, the priests of Hiroshima
The cost of my desire...Sleep Now In The Fire!

Hey! HEY!!
SLEEP NOW IN THE FIRE!!
Hey! HEY!!
SLEEP NOW IN THE FIRE!!

For it's the end of history..
It's caged and frozen still..
There is no other pill to take..
So swallow the one...that makes you ill
The Nina, the Pinta, the Santa...Maria
The noose and the rapist, the fields' overseer
The agents of orange, the priests of Hiroshima
The cost of my desire...Sleep Now In The Fire!

YEAAAAAAAAAH!!

[guitar riff]

SLEEP NOW IN THE FIRE!!
SLEEP NOW IN THE FIRE!!
SLEEP NOW IN THE FIRE!!
SLEEP NOW IN THE FIRE!!

[Tom Morello's amp picks up a Korean radio station as the song fades]

Since 1516 minds attacked and overseen, now
Crawl amidst the ruins of this
Empty dream
They're boredrs and boots on top of us, pullin'
Knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis
So how you gonna get what you need to get? tha
Gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like
tet
When the fifth sun sets get back reclaim, tha
Spirit of cuahtemoc alive an untamed
Face tha funk now blastin' out ya
Speaker, on the one maya, mexica
That volture came ta try and steal ya name but
Now you found a gun
This is for the people of the sun
It's comin' back around again
This is for tha people of tha sun
Neva forget that tha wip snapped ya back, ya
Spine cracked for tobacco, oh i'm the marlboro
man
Our past blastin' on through tha verses,
LyricsBrigades of taxi cabs rollin' broadway like
Hearses
Troops strippin' zoots, shots of red mist,
Sailors blood on tha deck,
Come sista resist
Tha new era of terror check this photo lens,
Tha city of angels foes tha ethnic cleanse
Heads bobbin' to that funk out ya
Speaker, on tha one maya, mexica
That vulture came ya try an steal ya name but now
You found a gun... you're history
This is for tha people of the sun
It's comin' back around again
This is for tha people of tha sun

[Zach de la Rocha]
Transmission, third World War, third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
No Shelter if you're looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket, on truth devoured
A silent play on the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The cameras eyes on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
Yes, a spectacle monopolized!
They hold the reins, stole your eyes!
All the Fist-a-gons, the bullets, and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above. FUCK IT, cut the cord!

[Chorus]
LIGHTS OUT! GUERILLA RADIO!
LyricsTURN THAT SHIT UP!
LIGHTS OUT! GUERILLA RADIO!
TURN THAT SHIT UP!
LIGHTS OUT! GUERILLA RADIO!
TURN THAT SHIT UP!
LIGHTS OUT! GUERILLA RADIO!

Contact, I highjacked the frequencies
Blockin' the beltway, move on DC!
Way past the days of bombin' MCs'
Sound OFF, Mumia guan be free!
Who got 'em? Yo, check the federal file
All you pen devils know the trial was vile
An army of pigs try to silence my style
Off 'em all out that box, it's my radio dial!

[Chorus]

[guitar riff]

[*whispers*]
It has to start somewhere..
It has to start sometime...
What better place than here?..
What better time than now?...

[repeat 6X]
ALL, HELL, CAN'T STOP US NOW!!

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 now, baby

I know how you want it, child,
Hot, sweet, and tight
The girls can't stand it
When you're doing it right When they're up on the stand
And then they kick out the jams, yes
Kick out the jams, I like to kick 'em out

Yes I'm startin' to sweat
You know my shirt's all wet
What a feelin'
And the sound that abounds and
Resounds and rebounds off the ceiling
You gotta have it, baby
You can't do without
LyricsWhen you get the feelin'
You've got the sounds above
Put that mic in my hand
And let me kick out the jams
Yes, kick out the jams, got to kick 'em out

So you got to get it up
And then can't get enough
That's what ....
'Cause it gets in your brain
It drives you insane, makes you crazy
The ...... the faster you funk
If you wanna feed my rocket
Till the morning comes
Let me be who I am
And let me kick out the jams
Yes kick out the jams
I done kick 'em out

Born with insight and a raised fist
A witness to the slit wrist
As we move into '92
Still in a room without a view
Ya gotta know
Ya gotta know
That when I say go, go, go
Amp up and amplify
Defy
I'm a brother with a furious mind
Action must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in

Something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em

Fist in ya face, in the place
And I'll drop the style clearly
LyricsKnow your enenmy

Word is born
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Now I got no patience
So sick of complacence
With the D E F I A N C E
The mind of a revolutionary
So clear the lane
The finger to the land of chains
What? The land of the free?
Whoever told you that is your enemy

Something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em

Now action must be taken
We don't need the key
We'll break in

I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
I've got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
Sick of sick of sick of sick of sick of you
Time has come to pay

Yes I know my enemies
They are the teachers who taught me to fight me
Compromise, conformity, assimulation, submission
Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite
All of which are American dreams

The main attraction - distraction
got ya number than nnumber than numb
Empty ya pockets son; they got you thinkin that
What ya need is what they sellin
Make you think that buyin is rebellin
From the theaters to malls on every shore
Tha thin line between entertainment and war
The frontline is everywhere, there be no shelter here
Speilberg the nightmare works so push it far
Amistad was a whip, the truth was feathered and tarred
Memory erased, burned and scarred
Trade in ya history for a VCR

Cinema, simulated life, ill drama
Fourth Reich culture - Americana
Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for
Tha thin line between entertainment and war

There be no shelter here
Tha frontline is everywhere

LyricsHospitals not profit full
Yet market bulls got pockets full
To advertise some hip disguise
View tha world from American eyes
Tha poor adore keep fiendin for more
Tha thin line between entertainment and war
They fix the need, develop the taste
Buy their products or get laid to waste
Coca-Cola is back in the veins of Saigon
And Rambo too, he got a dope pair of Nikes on
And Godzilla pure muthafuckin filler
To keep ya eyes off the real killer

Cinema, simulated life, ill drama
Fourth Reich culture - Americana
Chained to the dream they got ya searchin for
Tha thin line between entertainment and war

American eyes, American eyes....
View the world from American eyes
Bury the past, rob us blind
And leave nothin behind

Just stare
Relive the nightmare

Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
All live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think

It's set uplike a deck of cards
They're sending us to early graves
For all the diamonds
They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades
With poetry I paint the pictures that hit
More than the murals that fit
Don't turn away
Get in front of it

Chorus:
Brotha did ya frget my name
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic-tac-toe

Yo, check the diagonal
LyricsThree brothers gone
Come on
Doesn't that make it three in a row
Anger is a gift

Chorus

Yo, check the diagonal
Three million gone
Come on
'Cause ya know they're counting backwards to zero

Environment
The environment exceeding on the level
Of our unconsciousness
For example
What does the billboard say
Come and play, come and play
Forget about the movement
Anger is a gift

Freedom, freedom, yea right

[Zach de la Rocha]
Yo, I was a FIEND before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Shot grabbed the mic and try to say, " Yes y'all!"
They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small
COOL, 'Cause I don't get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
One after the another one, then I make another one
To dis the opposite then 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 and
Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of, cause it's sort of...an addiction
Magnetized by the mixing..

[Hook]
LyricsE-F-F-E-C-T, a smooth operator operating correctly
An E-F-F-E-C-T, a smooth operator operating correctly
E-F-F-E-C-T, a smooth operator operating correctly
An E-F-F-E-C-T , a smooth operator operating correctly


..But back to the problem, I gotta habit
You can't solve it, you silly rabbit
The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when -
I fiend for a microphone like heroin
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of
unawareness? Beware, it's the reanamator!
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
An assasinator, if the people ain't stepping
You see a part of me that you never seen
When I'm fiendin' for a microphone....

Cause I take it to the maximum, I can't relax see, I'm
Hype as a hyperchrondriac 'cause the rap be one
HELL of a antidote, something you can't smoke
More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're broke
More than cracked up! You should have backed up!
For those who act up need to be more than smacked up!

[Hook]
E-F-F-E-C-T, a smooth operator operating correctly
An E-F-F-E-C-T, a smooth operator operating correctly
E-F-F-E-C-T, a smooth operator operating correctly
An E-F-F-E-C-T , a smooth operator operating correctly

A smooth operator operating correctly!
A smooth operator operating correctly!
A smooth operator operating correctly!
A smooth operator operating correctly!
Uh!

[guitar riff]

[*whispers*]
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated ...originated
It fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated ...complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated ...originated
It fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated ...complicated

[*whispering starts to build up to saying*]
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated ...originated
It fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated ...complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated ...originated
It fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated! ...complicated

[*shouting*]
MUSIC ORIENTATED SO WHEN HIP-HOP WAS ORIGINATED
IT FITTED LIKE PIECES OF PUZZLES, COMPLICATED!
MUSIC ORIENTATED SO WHEN HIP-HOP WAS ORIGINATED
IT FITTED LIKE PIECES OF PUZZLES, COMPLICATED!


[Hook]
Cause I'm an E-F-F-E-C-T, a smooth operator operating correctly
An E-F-F-E-C-T, a smooth operator operating correctly
E-F-F-E-C-T, a smooth operator operating correctly
An E-F-F-E-C-T , a smooth operator operating correctly

A smooth operator operating correctly!
A smooth operator operating correctly!
A smooth operator operating correctly!
'Cause I'm an E-F-F-E-C-T!

It's a beautiful world we live in
A sweet romantic place
Beautiful people everywhere
The way they show they care makes me want to say
It's a beautiful world
Oh what a beautiful world
For you

It's a wonderful time to be here
It's nice to be alive
Wonderful people everywhere
The way they comb their hair makes me want to say
It's a wonderful place
Oh what a wonderful place
For you, for you, for you, for you, for you, for you, not me