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

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 !

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

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)

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

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

zapata's blood wasn't spilled in vain
like they deserve
was it build to fame
so now yuo're pullin' the moves pullin' the moves pullin' the moves
we 'll wage,we 'll wage,we 'll wage war
to replace our name
zapata's blood wasn't spilled in vain
some guys got blurred
so now you're pullin' the moves,pullin' the moves,pullin' the moves
we'll wage,we'll wage,we'll wage war to replace our name
on january 1st,1994
the intention father of southern mexico
declared war on an unjust and illigimate governement
out of the debt of the most wild,the most wrong
we must junk arms brother
for democratie,justice and liberty
and it won't stop until that 65 year old dictatorship
the Martino revolutionary is buried in the ground
and the people's voice is heard once again to check it out
on january 1st '94 they became known as the Suffer Peace Movement
and they have a saying and i want you all to sing along with me real quick
it goes something like this
it goes,everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves
everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves
everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves
everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves
sing that shit!
everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves
everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves
everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves
everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves

I got no card so I got no soul
life is prison, no parole, no control
The jura got my number on a wire tab
'cause I jack for simillac. Fuck a cadillac
To survive
one motive no hope
'cause every sidewalk I walk feels like a tightrope
Yes I know my deadline, sire
its when my life expires, so I'm sending letters south under the barb wire
The mother of my child will lose her mind at my grave
It's my life for their life so call it a free trade
"Por vida" and my name upon the stall
I took a death trip when I tried ta cross the white walls

Walk unseen past the graves and the gates
born without a face
One motive no hope
Born without a face
Walk unseen past the graves and the gates
born without a face
One motive no hope
Born without a face
without a face

Yeah, I tried ta look back to my past long lost
A blood donor to the land owner holocaust
Pops heart stopped, in came tha air drop,
flooded the trench he couldn't shake tha toxic rock
Maize was all we needed to sustain
Now her golden skin burns, incectiside rain
Ya down with DDT, yeah, You know me
Rapped for the grapes, profit for the bourgeois
War tape boomin', path is luminoso
I'm headin' north like my name was Kid Cisco
To survive, one motive no hope
It's hard ta breathe with Wilson's hand around my throat
Strangled and mangled another SS curtain call
I took a death trip when I tried ta cross the white walls

Walk unseen past the graves and the gates
born without a face
One motive no hope
Born without a face
Walk unseen past the graves and the gates
born without a face
One motive no hope
Born without a face

You say fortify, reaction, you divide
You say fortify, reaction, reaction
You say fortify, reaction, you divide
You say fortify, reaction, reaction

It had to be flashin' like the daily double
It had to be playin' on TV
It had to be loud mouthed on the comedy hour
It had to be announced over loud speakers
The CIA and Mafia are in cahoots
It had to be said in old ladies' language
It had to be said in American headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled and got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
Dope pushers in CIA working with dope pushers from Cuba working with a big time
syndicate from Tampa, Florida
And it had to be said with a big mouth
It had to be moaned over factory foghorns
It had to be chattered on car radio news broadcasts
It had to be screamed in the kitchen
It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting
It had to be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors
It had to be foghorned into New York harbor
It had to echo onto hard hats
It had to turn up the volume in university ballrooms
It had to be written in library books, footnoted
It had to be in the headlines of the Times and the mind
It had to be barked on TV
It had to be heard in alleys through ballroom doors
It had to be played on wire services
It had to be bells ringing
Comedians stopped dead in the middle of a joke in Las Vegas
It had to be FBI chief J. Edgar Hoover and Frank Costello syndicate
mouthpiece meeting in Central Park, New York weekends,
reported Time magazine
It had to be the Mafia and the CIA together starting war on Cuba,
Bay of Pigs and poison assassination headlines
It had to be dope cops in the Mafia
Who sold all their heroin in America
It had to be the FBI and organized crime working together
in cahoots against the commies
It had to be ringing on multinational cash registers
World-wide laundry for organized criminal money
It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI together
They were bigger than Nixon
And they were bigger that war
It had to be a large room full of murder
It had to be a mounted ass- a solid mass of rage
A red hot pen
A scream in the back of the throat
It had to be a kid that can breathe
It had to be in Rockefellers' mouth
It had to be central intelligence, the family, allofthis, the agency Mafia
It had to be organized crime
One big set of gangs working together in cahoots
Hitmen
Murderers everywhere
The secret
The drunk
The brutal
The dirty rich
On top of a slag heap of prisons
Industrial cancer
Plutonium smog
Garbage cities
Grandmas' bed soft from fathers' resentment
It had to be the rulers
They wanted law and order
And they got rich on wanting protection for the status quo
They wanted junkies
They wanted Attica
They wanted Kent State
They wanted war in Indochina
It had to be the CIA and the Mafia and the FBI
Multinational capitalists
Strong armed squads
Private detective agencies for the rich
And their armies and navies and their air force bombing planes
It had to be capitalism
The vortex of this rage
This competition
Man to man
The horses head in a capitalists' bed
The Cuban turf
It rumbles in hitmen
And gang wars across oceans
Bombing Cambodia settled the score when Soviet pilots
manned Egyptian fighter planes
Chiles' red democracy
Bumped off with White House pots and pans
A warning to Mediterranean governments
The secret police have been embraced for decades
The NKPD and CIA keep each other's secrets
The OGBU and DIA never hit their own
The KGB and the FBI are one mind
Brute force and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
Brute force, world-wide, and full of money
It had to be rich and it had to be powerful
They had to murder in Indonesia 500000
They had to murder in Indochina 2000000
They had to murder in Czechoslovakia
They had to murder in Chile
They had to murder in Russia
And they had to murder in America

Good Evening,

We want to just quickly send a nice friendly message
to uh, Fraternal Order of Police in Philadelphia.

Here's something nice and friendly,
Here's something nice and friendly,
Here's something nice and friendly,
and it goes something like this.

Fuck tha police,
Comin straight from the underground.
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown,
And not the other color so police think,
They have the authority to kill a minority.

Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one,
For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun,
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail.
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell.

Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager,
With a little bit of gold and a pager.
Searchin my car, lookin for the product.
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics.

You'd rather see me in the pen,
Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo.
Beat tha police outta shape,
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape,
To mark off the scene of the slaughter.
No controller, bread and water.

A young nigga on a warpath,
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath,
Of cops, dyin in L. A.

Yo, I got somethin to say.
Fuck the police,
Comon! Off, What?
Fuck the police,
Yeah!
Comon!
Fuck tha police,
Yeah.

Fuck The police,
Comin straight from the underground.
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown,
And not the other color so police think,
They have the authority to kill a minority.
Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one,
For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun,
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail.
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell.

Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager,
With a little bit of gold and a pager.
Searchin my car, lookin for the product.
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics.

You'd rather see me in the pen,
Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo.
Beat tha police outta shape,
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape,
To mark off the scene of the slaughter.
No controller, bread and water.

I don't know if they fags or what,
Search a nigga down and grabbin in the nuts.
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none.
But don't let it be a black and a white one.
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top,
Black police showin out for the white cop.

Yeah, my brothas will swarm,
On any mutha fucka in a blue uniform.
Just cuz we in Washington D.C, punk police are afraid of me.
Hey!

Punk on a warpath,
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath,
Of cops, dyin in L. A.

Hey yo, We got somethin to say.
Fuck the police,
Comon, sing that shit,
Right now,
Comon!
Comon!
One more time,
Here we go, here we go,
Comon!
One More, We gotta do it, right now,
Yeah,
Check it out.

Greed
Causing innocent blood to flow
Entire culture, lost in the overthrow
They came to seize and take whatever they please
Then all they gave back was death and disease
My people were left with no choice but to decide
To conform to a system, responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide...
Spoken:
'AIDS is killing the entire African nation
And a vaccine is still supposedly under preparation
But these governments they don't mind the procrastination
They say "We'll kill them off, take their land and go there for vaction."
My people's culture was strong, it was pure
And if not for that white greed
It would've endured
My people were left with no choice but to decide
To conform to a system
Their minds enslaved
Their souls encaged
I feel the rage
It's brutality can never be undone
But the sun is not yet set
The bass and drums and microphones a threat
That's when ya investigate the crimes from the inside
And see that they're responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide...
Ya cram ya culture down my throat
Say I'm inferior when I find I choke
Ya fill my mind with a false sense of history
And then you wonder why I have no identity?
Well I'll strike a match and it'll catch and
Spread the insight we need
A tiny fire, burning bright
Shedding light on the darkness of greed
A yes yes y'all
And ya don't stop
Shedding light on the darkness of greed
A yes yes y'all
And ya don't stop
Shedding light on the darkness of greed

Hey yo!
Let me be front
This is real and not a stunt
I'm comin' to the forefront
Shovel for the rapper and clear the lane
'Cos this jam is like a tomahawk chop
Teach ya I'll never stop droppin' topics
Vocal power?
(a)yes I got it
On central but their trying to clamp it down
Flag was waving the wrong way so I shot it...down!
Get down, and at the same time...
Come up...down!
This is a crime that shut us up
I don't give a fuck
'Cos the words and the thoughts still hit
And like I said
It's not a skit
Jump another hit
Yeah
Ya know I don't need a drum kit
Make 'em say awwww shit!
The rebellion is true and legit
Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
Down! Get down!...and clear the land
Down! Get down!...yeah!
The rebel
You'll never disable
Defiance
With the cards upon the table
Pulling cards
Keep the governements in check
Yo!
I think we need a new deck
Never could trust a phillabusta'
The mic is like a fist and it'll bust ya
With words cold hittin' with the underground
And now you're checkin' out the new sound
Live hit
A live pop
Live rock
And ya don't stop
It goes on and on and on
Who's a threat?
C'mon, the war is on!
Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
(guitar solo)
Start droppin'
Our words are never safe
Fighting myself
'Till I'm where I gotta be
I challange, don't sweat it
Now don't you forget it
Check me? What? Wait
You better slow down!
Realize I can't confine my rhyme to a beat
I need cash so when I'm cool I'm never ever weak
Places are fluid and diluted and complete
Check me once, calm down and take a seat
Strip the chains the freedom's there but then it's gone!
Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane
Defiance
Rippin' up the south set
Every time I'm grippin' the mic it is a sound threat
Resist against the suckers that bring the bass in
Timmy C
Bring that bass in!
Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane