Rage Against The Machine Lyrics
Rage Against The Machine Lyrics
"Fuck tha Police Lyrics"
AFTER ALL THE ROADS HAVE LED TO NOWHERE (live) Lyrics
Just the thought of losing you Is much more than I can take Tell me I'm not going crazy Tell me that I'll be ok After all that we've been through Don't you see the big mistake we're making Tell me I'm not going crazy After all this ends up going nowhere After all the road still leads to nowhere After all the promises are broken
Just the thought of losing you Is much more than I can take Tell me I'm not going crazy Tell me that I'll be ok After all that we've been through Don't you see the big mistake we're making Tell me I'm not going crazy After all this ends up going nowhere After all the road still leads to nowhere After all the promises are broken
Good Evening,
We want to just quickly send a nice friendly message
to uh, Fraternal Order of Police in Philadelphia.
this is something nice and friendly,
this is something nice and friendly,
this is something nice and friendly,
and it goes something like this.
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 bi
Blue Days And Green Nights Lyrics
Maybe tonight in the few short moments In which we converse We can speak of something other than the ways our bodies hurt us. Please, please, think of me. I’m Alive and still breathing I’m wondering is this a death bed in which the living lay. This turned out to be something that I have no control over This secret reservoir that can dry up, or spi
t of gold and a pager.Maybe tonight in the few short moments In which we converse We can speak of something other than the ways our bodies hurt us. Please, please, think of me. I’m Alive and still breathing I’m wondering is this a death bed in which the living lay. This turned out to be something that I have no control over This secret reservoir that can dry up, or spi
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 po,
Comon! Off, What?
Fuck the poli,
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 othe
SORRY SON Lyrics
Sorry son, this is what I've done This is what I've done It was a long sad supper without you I had to be cruel to be kind We have to leave the past behind La la la And isn't it strange how people can change And isn't it weird how people I feared They all seem worthless now I will ride on my bicycle, I ride thinking of you
color so police think,Sorry son, this is what I've done This is what I've done It was a long sad supper without you I had to be cruel to be kind We have to leave the past behind La la la And isn't it strange how people can change And isn't it weird how people I feared They all seem worthless now I will ride on my bicycle, I ride thinking of you
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
We Got a Bad Thing Goin' Lyrics
You got a one horse ranch in Texas you got a mansion in Spain You blew in on a Greyhound bus honey you flew in your own plane You got drunk on whiskey seen you get tipsy on wine We got a bad thing goin' it's just a bad thing goin' We got a bad thing goin' but don't it feel fine You sure are a high class lady you got a blue blood in your veins
and grabbin in the nuts.You got a one horse ranch in Texas you got a mansion in Spain You blew in on a Greyhound bus honey you flew in your own plane You got drunk on whiskey seen you get tipsy on wine We got a bad thing goin' it's just a bad thing goin' We got a bad thing goin' but don't it feel fine You sure are a high class lady you got a blue blood in your veins
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.