Tên đầy đủ: Rage Against The Machine
Turn off tha radio, nah fuck it Turn it off, fear is your only god On tha radio, nah fuck it Turn it off, fear......
Flip this capital eclipse Tha vocal tone has got 'em sweatin' their own apocalypse Yes, rebel of tha grains stand masterless Tha masked ones cap......
Like they deserve Wasn't spilt in vein So now you're pullin' the moves pullin' The moves pullin' the moves We'll wage, we'll wage we'll wage......
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......
Tha sistas are in so check the front line Seems i spent the '80s in the haiti state of mind Cast me into classes for......
Although ya try to descret it Ya still never edit The needle I thread it Radically poetic Standin with the fury that they had in......
Tha sistas are in so check tha front line It seems I spent the 80s in a Haiti state of Mind Cast me into classes......
Through steel walls Your voice is blastin' on True rebel my brother Mumia I reflect upon You be tha spark That set all tha prairie......
Got no card so I got no soul, life is prison no Parole, no control Tha jura got my number on a wire tap, 'cause......