Rage Against the Machine

Drop it Hey Ugh Try to crack And some will react Vocal snap so trap I'm trying to rap Those who try to subdue the truth lose their condition were labelled inactive Being 91 the twentieth century Brooklyn is a magnum in the bottle of kerosiene flame ignites into the black sending fright thought you could read minds and words and insight Backin' the explosion on stage guns fear Frances Fanon presence of war Using my brain Until the power is obtained Using my strength to gain A struggle for rage But I Choose another tune to uplift Yeah, you know my anger is a gift a gift to expect the test we all must face Hah, Out my face Release the reason Allow the pain The actors change But the plays the same C'mon In the narrows In the narrows In the narrows Some are the holders of power But the style will [ ? ? ] shower Trying to like brothers about the structure itself Pay only motivates and creates more hate State to state I set it straight I investigate Debate, the ?? who brought me lessons At the oppression I react with aggression Yo My section after section No need for repressing Just take a mic and a rap another session No need for guessing Yeah And that shit that your stressin' Release the reason Allow the pain The actors change But the plays the same Release the reason Allow the pain The actors change But the plays the same C'mon In the narrows In the narrows In the narrows Ugh! UGH! I'm on the mic Stepping up to sucka's while were drumming out the style and I do it with a smile When I put punks on trial Taking 'em back again Yeah the name of the comprehender The style I drop is going on and on To the punks to recognize the style Andrealize That I'm not no Punk Kid Just stepping up for the mic hit Ugh! In the narrows In the narrows In the narrows In the narrows Ugh!