Альбом Rage Against The Machine

[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!

[Hook]
Pistol-Grip PUMP on my lap at all times..
Pistol-Grip PUMP on my lap at all times..
Pistol-Grip PUMP on my lap at all times..
They can be fuckin' wit other niggaz shit, but they can't be fuckin' wit mine!
Pistol-Grip PUMP on my lap at all times..
Pistol-Grip PUMP on my lap at all times..
Pistol-Grip PUMP on my lap at all times..
They can be fuckin' wit other niggaz shit, but they can't be fuckin' wit mine!

[Zack de La Rocha]
I was raised in the hood called ?what the dif? What the.
The brothers in the hood be chivalrous
So I rest defense on my ligaments
Pistol-Grip Pump on my lap, riskin' it
Full life living it, never giving it back
Too late for slipping, so slack.....UP!
On my lap it's on your lips so track shot
A steel dick, more clip for pump but
All I'm saying there ain't no question who the man is
In my Civic or in this showbiz
LyricsI shit a fool! Kill the fool! Come on...what you say?
I think I can take care of all you motherfuckerz don't delay right away!

[Hook]
Pistol-Grip PUMP on my lap at all times..
Pistol-Grip PUMP on my lap at all times..
Pistol-Grip PUMP on my lap at all times..
They can be fuckin' wit other niggaz shit, but they can't be fuckin' wit mine!
Pistol-Grip PUMP on my lap at all times..
Pistol-Grip PUMP on my lap at all times..
Pistol-Grip PUMP on my lap at all times..
They can be fuckin' wit other niggaz shit, but they can't be fuckin' wit mine!

Pistol-Grip Pump on my lap at all times, right?
Cause tricks be out for your blind side
Never understood it, but remember I showed you
That in these times, you gotta look over your shoulder, strap
Well that ain't nothin' but the intent of gettin high
And a cop giving you shit for just passing you by
If your ever in trouble or on the double best to call your pals
If you ain't got none now, sucka, I got a million styyyyyyyles....around me!
Are we getting along? We family! We better be!
We got your back, we got your back kid!
Just don't be pointing one of them guns!, aight man..

[Hook]
Pistol-Grip PUMP on my lap at all times..
Pistol-Grip PUMP on my lap at all times..
Pistol-Grip PUMP on my lap at all times..
They can be fuckin' wit other niggaz shit, but they can't be fuckin' wit mine!
Pistol-Grip PUMP on my lap at all times..
Pistol-Grip PUMP on my lap at all times..
Pistol-Grip PUMP on my lap at all times..
They can be fuckin' wit other niggaz shit, but they can't be fuckin' wit mine!

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

No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now

We're the renegades of this atomic age
This atomic age of renegades
Renegades of this atomic age
This atomic age of renegades

Since the Prehistoric ages and the days of ancient Greece
Right down through the Middle Ages
Planet earth kept going through changes
And then no renaissance came, and times continued to change
Nothing stayed the same, but there were always renegades
Like Chief Sitting Bull, Tom Paine
Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcom X
They were renegades of their time and age
So many renegades

We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
LyricsWe're the renegades of funk

From a different solar system many many galaxies away
We are the force of another creation
A new musical revelation
And we're on this musical mission to help the others listen
And groove from land to land singin' electronic chants like
Zulu nation
Revelations
Destroy our nations
Destroy our nations
Destroy our nations
Destroy our nations
Destroy our nations
Destroy our nations

Now renegades are the people with their own philosophies
They change the course of history
Everyday people like you and me
We're the renegades we're the people
With our own philosophies
We change the course of history
Everyday people like you and me
C'mon
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk

Poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop
Because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin'
Poppin', sockin', puttin' a side of hip-hop
Because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin'
Poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop
'Cause we're poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop
Poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop

We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk
We're the renegades of funk

We're teachers of the funk
And not of empty popping
We're blessed with the force and the sight of electronics
With the bass, and the treble the horns and our vocals
'Cause everytime I pop into the beat we get fresh

There was a time when our music
Was something called the Bay Street beat
People would gather from all around
To get down to the big sound
You had to be a renegade in those days
To take a man to the dance floor

Say jam sucker
Say jam sucker
Say groove sucker
Say groove sucker
Say dance sucker
Say dance sucker
Now move sucker
Now move sucker
[x2]

We're the renegades of funk

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

[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'...]

You tell me you like the taste
You just need an excuse
You tell me it calms your nerves
You just think it looks cool
You tell me you want to be different
You just change for the same
You tell me it's only natural
You just need the proof
Did you fucking get it?

It's in my eyes
It's in my eyes

It's in my eyes
It's in my eyes

It's in my eyes
It's in my eyes

And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes
LyricsAnd it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes

You tell me that nothing matters
You're just fucking scared
You tell me that I'm better
You just hate yourself
You tell me that you like her
You just wish you did
You tell me that I make no difference
Well at least I'm fucking trying
What the fuck have you done?

It's in my eyes
It's in my eyes

It's in my eyes
It's in my eyes

It's in my eyes
It's in my eyes

It's in my eyes
It's in my eyes

And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes
And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes

[Zach de la Rocha]
Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing
You're missing the hootah of the funky buddah
Eluder of the fucked up style's that get wicked
So come on as I start to kick it
'Cause we're like outlaws stridding [while] suckers are hiding
Jump behind the bush when you see me driving BY
Hanging out my window, and my magnum taking out some putos
Acting kind of loco I'm just another local kid
From the street getting paid for my vocals
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just Kill A Man!

[Hook]
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just...Kill A Man!
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just...Kill A Man!
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just...Kill A Man!
Here is something you can't understand..
Lyrics
I be doing all the dumb shit, yo, cause nothing is coming from it
I'm not gonna waste no time fucking around, I got ya humming
Humming...coming at ya!..
Then you know I had to gat ya!
Time for some action, just a fraction of friction
I got the clearance to run the interference
in to your satellite, shining a battle light
Swing out the gat and I know that we'll gat you right
Here's an example just a little sample...
How I Could Just Kill A Man!

One-Time tried to come in my home
Take my chrome, I said "Yo it's on!
Take cover son...or you're assed out!
How do you like my chrome?" Then I watched the rookie pass out
Didn't have to blast him but I did any way
Ha ha ha! Young punk had to pay..
So I just KILLED the maaaan!

[Hook]
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just...Kill A Man!
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just...Kill A Man!
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just...Kill A Man!
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just...Kill A Man!

[*guitar riff*]

It's gonna be a long time before I finish
One of the many missions that I have to establish
To light my spliff, ignite you with these site
So if you ain't down...BULLSHIT!
Say some punk tried to get you for your auto
Would call the one time and play the role model?
No! I think you'll play like a thug
Next hear the shot of a magnum slug
Humming...coming at ya!..
Yeah you know I'm going to gat ya!
How do you know where I'm at
When you haven't been where I've been
Understand where I'm coming from!
While you're up on the hill in your big home
I'm out here risking my dome, just for a bucket or a fast ducket
just to stay alive, yo, I got to say "FUCK IT!"

Here is something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man..
Here is something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man..
Here is something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man..
Here is something you can't understand, HOW I COULD JUST KILL A MAN!!

[Hook]
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just...Kill A Man!
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just...Kill A Man!
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just...Kill A Man!
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just...Kill A Man!
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just...Kill A Man!
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just...Kill A Man!
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just...Kill A Man!
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just...Kill A Man!

How I Could Just...Kill A Man!
How I Could Just...Kill A Man!

Man walks along the railroad track
He's Goin' some place, there's no turnin' back
The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge
Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge
The shelter line stretchin' around the corner
Welcome to the New World Order
Families sleepin' in their cars out in the Southwest
No job, no home, no peace, no rest, NO REST!

And The highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the Ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls his prayer book out of a sleepin' bag
The preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
He's waitin' for the time when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
With a one way ticket to the promised land
With a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Lookin' for a pillow of solid rock
LyricsBathin' in the cities' aqueducts

And The highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the Ghost of old Tom Joad

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 the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me ma'
I'll be there
Wherever somebodies stuglin' for a place to stand
For a decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody is strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes ma,
You'll see me! [repeat 8 times]

And the highway is alive tonight
nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the Ghost of Tom Joad

Down on the street where the faces shine
Floatin' around i'm a real low mind
See a pretty thing in a wall
See a pretty thing in a wall

In a wall
In a wall
In a wall

Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love
Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love
A thousand eyes they look at you
A thousand eyes they, they look at you

Oh Come On! [x3]
Yeah Yeah Yeah
[repeat]

Oh Come On! [x3]
Yeah Yeah Yeah

Where faces shine
A real low mind
Faces Shine
A real low

Oh Come On! [x3]
Yeah Yeah Yeah

Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
'Cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
Tell me what can a poor boy do
'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town
There's just no place for a street fighting man

A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man

Do you think the time is right for a palace revolution
Where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well then what can a poor boy
'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town
There's just no place for a street fighting man

A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
Lyrics
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?

Hey my name is called disturbance
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants
Well what can a poor boy do
For sing for a rock 'n' roll band
In this sleepy L.A. town
There's just no place for
For a street fighting man

A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man

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 rain.
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane
It's a shame
the way she makes me
scrub the floor
I ain't gonna work on, nah
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
nah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel
And he hands you a dime
And he asks you with a grin
If you're havin' a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain't gonna work for, nah
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

LyricsI ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
I ain't gonna work, nah
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law
And everybody says
Shes the brains behind pa
Shes sixty-eight, but she says shes twenty-four
I ain't gonna work for, nah
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

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 try my best
To be just like I am
But everybody wants you
To be just like them
They sing while they slave and just get bored
I ain't gonna work on, nah
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more