purzik | rage against the machine

Né en 1970 à Long Beach, Californie

Né en 1964 à New York
licence Sciences Politique en 1986 à Harvard

Batteur
Né en 1969 à Portland, Oregon

Hey, yo, its just another bombtrack!
Hey, yo, its just another bombtrack!
It goes a 1. 2. 3
its just another bombtrack
And suckers be thinkin' that they can fade this
But I'ma drop it at a higher level
Cause I'm inclined to stoop down
and hand out some beatdowns
cold run a train on dumb punks who think they run the game
Cause I learned to burn that bridge and delete
those who compete on a level thats obsolete
Instead I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag
As I recall the downfall and the buisnesses that burned us all
See through the news and abuse that twists reality
Enough I call the bluff
fuck manifest destiny
landlords and power whores all my people they took turns
dispute the suits I ignite and then watch 'em burn!
with the thoughts of a militant mind
hardline, hardline after hardline
Landlords and power whores all my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite and then watch 'em burn!
Burn, Burn, yes ya gonna burn! (x4)
It goes a 1, 2, 3
another funky radical bombtrack, started as a sketch in my notebook
and now dope hooks make punks take another look
My thoughts ya hear and you begin to fear
That your card will get pulled if you interfere
With thoughts of a militant, militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline
Landlords and power whores all my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite and then watch 'em burn!
Burn, Burn, yes ya gonna burn! (x4)

Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Killing in the name of
Killing in the name of
And now you do what they told ya (x12)

Those who died
Are justified
By you wearing a badge and you're chosen white
You justify
those that died
By wearing a badge and you're chosen white
Those who died
Are justified
By you wearing a badge and you're chosen white
You justify
those that died
By wearing a badge and you're chosen white

Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Killing in the name of
Killing in the name of
And now you do what they told ya (x5)
Now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya
Now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya
Now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya
Now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya
Now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya
Now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya
Now you're under control
And now you do what they told ya

Those who died
Are justified
By you wearing a badge and you're chosen white
You justify
those that died
By wearing a badge and you're chosen white
Those who died
Are justified
By you wearing a badge and you're chosen white
You justify
those that died
By wearing a badge and you're chosen white

Fuck you I won't do what you tell me! (x16)

Motherfucker!

A jail cell is freedom
from the pain in my home
Hatred passed on and passed on and passed on
A world of violent rage
But its one that I can recognize
Having never seen the color of my father's eyes.
Yes, I dwell in hell
but its a hell that I can grip
I tried to grip my family
but I slipped
To escape from the pain
and an existence mundane
I got a 9, a sign, a set and now I got a name

Read my writing on the wall
noone's there to catch me when I fall
But death is on my side
suicide

A jail cell is freedom
from the pain in my home
Hatred passed on and passed on and passed on
A world of violent rage
But its one that I can recognize
Having never seen the color of my father's eyes.
Yes, I dwell in hell
but its a hell that I can grip
I tried to grip my family
but I slipped
To escape from the pain
and an existence mundane
I got a 9, a sign, a set and now I got a name

Read my writing on the wall
noone's there to catch me when I fall
caught between my culture and the system
genocide

Read my writing on the wall
noone's there to catch me when I fall
If ignorance is bliss
then knock the smile of my face
yeah

If we don't take action now
we'll settle for nothing later
We'll settle for nothing now
And we'll settle for nothing later

If we don't take action now
we'll settle for nothing later
We'll settle for nothing now
And we'll settle for nothing later

If we don't take action now
we'll settle for nothing later
We'll settle for nothing now
And we'll settle for nothing later

If we don't take action now
we'll settle for nothing later
We'll settle for nothing now
And we'll settle for nothing later

In the right light
study becomes insight
but the system that ditched us teaches us to read and write
so called facts are fraud
they want us to aledge and pledge and bow down to their god
lost the culture. The culture lost
Spun our minds and through time
ignorance has taken over
yo, we gotta take the power back
Bam. Here's the plan
motherfuck Uncle Sam
step back I know who I am
Raise up your ear
I'll drop the style and clear
Its the beats and the lyrics they fear
The rage is relentless
we need to move with the quickness
You are the witness of change
And to counter act
we gotta take the power back!
We gotta take the power back!
We gotta take the power back!
The present curriculum
I put my fist in 'em!
Eurocentric every last one of 'em
See right through their red, white and blue disguise
With lecture I puncture the structure if lies
Doping our minds and attempting to hold us back
We got to take it back
Holes in our spirits causing tears and fears
One-sided stories for years and years and years
I'm inferior? Who's inferior?
Yeah, we need to check the interior of a system who cares about only one culture
And that is why we gotta take the power back!
We gotta take the power back!
We gotta take the power back!
The teacher stands in front of his class
But the lesson plan he can't recall
The stundents eyes don't percieve the lies bouncing of every fucking wall
His composure is well kept
I guess he fears for playing the fool
The complacent students sit
and listen to the bullshit he learned in school!

Europe ain't my rope to swing on
Can't learn a thing from it
Yet we hang from it!
Gotta get it, gotta get it together then
Like the motherfucking weathermen
Expose and close the doors on those who try
to strangle and mangle the truth
Cause the circle of hatred continues unless we react
We gotta take the power back!
We gotta take the power back!
We gotta take the power back!
No more lies (x8)

Take it back ya'll
Take it back, take it back, take it back ya'll. Come on
Take it back ya'll
Take it back, take it back, take it back ya'll. Come on

This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon, in stead of a swastika
Nothing proper about your propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
Said its was blue when the blood was red
Thats how ya got that 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 as the feds cold centralized
so serene on the screen you was mesmerized
cellular phone sounding a death tone
corporations cold turn ya to stone before you realize

They load the clip in omnicolor
they pack the nine
and fire it at primetime
sleeping gas every home was like Alcatraz
And motherfuckers lost their mind

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

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

They load the clip in omnicolor
they pack the nine
and fire it at primetime
sleeping gas every home was like Alcatraz
And motherfuckers lost their mind

No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack
and then rewind the tape
and then play it again and again and again
until your mind is locked in
believing all the lies that they're telling ya
buying all the products that they're selling ya
They say jump and you say how high
you're braindead
you got a fucking bullet in your head

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

Ya standing in line
believing the lies
ya bowing down to the flag
ya got a bullet in yer head

Ya standing in line
believing the lies
ya bowing down to the flag
ya got a bullet in yer head

A bullet in your head (x15)
You got a bullet in your fucking head !

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 got to know, ya got to now
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 vengance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I'll rip the mic, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against 'em

Fist in your face in the place, and I'll drop the style clearly
Know your enemy

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 mind of a revolutionary
So clear the lane
The finger to the land of the chains
What? The land of the free?
Whoever told you that is your enemy

Now, something must be done
about vengance, a badge and a gun
'Cause I'll rip the mic, 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 got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
I got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
Sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of
you
Time has come to pay!

Know your enemy!

Yes I know my enemies
they're the teachers who taught me to fight me
Compromise Conformity Assimilation Submission
Ignorance Hyporisy Brutality The elite
All of which are american dreams

Although ya try to discredit
ya still never edit
The needle I'll thread it
Radically poetic
Standin' with a fury like they had in '66
And like E-Double, I'm mad
still knee-deep in the system's shit
Hoover, he was a body remover
I'll give you a dose but it can never come close
to the rage built up inside of me
Fist in the air in the land of hypocrisy

Movements come and movements go
leaders speak, movements cease
when their heads are flown
'Cause all these punks got bullets in their heads
Departments of police, the judges, the feds

Networks at work, keeping people calm
You know they went after King, when he spoke out on Vietnam
he turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot!

With poetry my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson
Vocals never lacking that finesse
What have I gotta, what have gotta do to wake you up?
To shake ya up, to break the structure up
'Cause this blood still flows in the gutter
I'm like taking photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove, then stick and move like I was Casius
Rep the stutter step
then bomb a left upon the fascists
Yeah, the several federal men
who pulled schemes of the dream
and put it to an end

You better beware
of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors

Networks at work, keeping people calm
you know they murdered X
and tried to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the have-nots
and then came the shot!

What was prize on his head?
What was prize on his head?
What was prize on his head?

I think I heard a shot
I think I heard, I think I heard a shot

Wake up!
How long? Not long
'Cause what you reap is what you saw

Silence, something about silence makes me sick
cause silence can be violent sorta like the slit wrist
If the vibe was suicide, then you would push the button
but if you're bowin' down, then let me do the cuttin'
Some speak the sounds, but speak in silent voices
like radio is silent, though it fills the air with noises
Transmission brings submission and you want to be unreal
Mad boy grips the microphone with a fistfull of steel

And mad boy grips the microphone with a fistfull of steel!

With a fistfull of steel
With a fistfull of steel
With a fistfull of steel
With a fistfull of steel

Its time to flow like the fluid in your veins
if you will it I will spill it and you're out just as quick as you came
I'm not a silent one, I'm a defiant one
never a normal one, 'cause I'm the bastard son
With the visions of the MOVE
vocals not to soode
but to ignite and put in flight
my sense of militance
movin', playin' that game called survival
the status, the elite, the enemy, the rival
With the silent sheep slippin', riffin', trippin'
give you a glimse of the reality I'm grippin'
steppin' into the jam, watch me slam like Shaquille
Mad boy grips the microphone with a fistfull of steel

And mad boy grips the microphone with a fistfull of steel!

With a fistfull of steel
With a fistfull of steel
With a fistfull of steel
With a fistfull of steel

A 44 full of bullets
face full of pale
eyes full of empty
a stare full of nails
The roulette ball rolls alone on the wheel
A mind full of fire
and afistfull of steel

And if the vibe was suicide, then you would push the button
but if you're bowin' down, then let me do the cuttin'

Rebel, rebel and yell
'cause your people still dwell in hell
Locked in a cell
yes, the structure's a cell
Mad is the story I tell
How long can we wait?
c'mon, seeing whats a stake
action for reaction
If your mind is in a somewhat complacent state, get a check up
This is a stick up
Our freedom or your life
Lord, I wish I could be peaceful
but there can be no sequel
Now freedom must be fundamental
in Johannesburg or South Central
on the mic, someone should tell them to kick in the township rebellion

Yeah, so you thought you could get with the hardlines
that fill your mind
the thoughts, battles fought
and lessons taught
And I'll display the fitness
and flip like a gymnast
Raise my fist and resist
asleep, though we stand in the midst
of the war
gotta get mine
gotta get more
keeping the mike warm against the norm
Now what does it offer me
I think often its nothing but coffin
gotta get wreck 'til our necks never swing on rope from here
to the cape of no hope
Now freedom must be fundamental
in Johannesburg or South Central
on the mic someone should tell them to kick in the township rebellion

Why stand on a silent platform ?
fight the war
fuck the norm (x8)
Shackle their minds when they're bent on the cross
When ignorance reigns, life is lost
Shackle their minds when they're left on the cross
When ignorance reigns, life is lost
Shackled our minds when we're bent on the cross
When ignorance reigns, life is lost
Shackled our minds when we're left on the cross
When ignorance reigns, life is lost, lost, lost!

Shackle your minds and you're left on the cross!
When ignorance reigns, life is lost!
Just shackle your minds when you're bent on the cross!
When ignorance reigns, life is lost, lost!

Why stand on a silent platform ?
fight the war
fuck the norm

Solo. I'm a soloist on a sololist
all live, never on a floppy disk
inca, inca, bottle of ink
paitings of rebellion
drawn upon the thoughts I think

It's set up like 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 like the murals that fit
don't turn away get in front of it

Brotha, did you forget your name
did ya lose it on the wall playin' tic tac toe
yo, check the diagonal, three brothers gone, come on
doesn't that make it three in a row?

Anger is a gift

Sista, did you forget your name
did ya loose it on the wall playin' tic tac toe
yo, check the diagonal, three million gone, come on
'cause you know they're counting backwards to zero

Enviroment
the enviroment 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
yeah
freedom
yeah, right
freedom
yeeeeah
freedom
yeah
freedom
yeah, right
freedom
yeah
freedom
yeah, right