| The time, time, time is 2000 and now
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| The location, planet Earth!
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| Bullshit motherfuckers don’t talk about
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| They knew shit, knew shit, knew shit!
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| Rages!
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| Our of survival, and quicksands of injustice
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| We racial profiling and human rights on crutches
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| Plus the political corruption got people demanding answers
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| Nobody gives a fuck no more than either taking chances
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| Flip that quarter quick, copping stacks from sanchez
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| Put one in the chamber, had to pack between the branches
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| Government money launderin' like spreading cancers
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| The World Trade disaster was just the wars cash advances
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| Neglected too much office meds and back on campus
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| To take innocent lives just to ease the pain
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| While we continue to ask why, still no answers
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| But I know you can’t embrace the sun and I believe in rain
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| Fuckers digging up dirt are causing these avalanches
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| The people put in work, but can’t make ends meet
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| Young mothers struggling with hungry babies and shitty pampers
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| So the world should understand being a slave ain’t sweet
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| That’s why it’s rage against the machines
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| It’s rage against the machines
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| The lies of propaganda got me ready to scream!
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| I refuse to bury the dream
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| Return democracy, plotting the genes of property
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| Got a lot of hostility, it’s more than the cream!
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| Through swamps of the struggle is sand storms and scandals
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| Amongst whoremongers will label us vandals
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| Separating racist beliefs, stating the nation
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| Using taxpayers money for gambling and taking vacation
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| Start from the fuss like Spitzer
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| Drinking old hoes, how would one sudden afford of education?
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| But won’t allow fellows, but focus on occupation
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| Trying to leave us down and hopeless, boxed in the Matrix
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| Got backs against the wall, rebellious the guns drawn
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| Looking at the millions who’re starving, you’ve done wrong!
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| Choosing our targets in this modern day 'nam
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| Another mother crushed for their child runs in the arms
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| Police don’t serve and protect, them beasts is a threat
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| They fought East serving death, I walk in peace in Tibet
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| I’m wiping off the scars and the youth is getting old
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| Blood, sweat, and tears, grease loose wet
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| Back from my rap face, literal shrapnel
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| Addicted to morphine, trapped in the capsule
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| Honorable discharge, the scarred and homeless
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| Officers full of shit, jobs bomb like roaches
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| Me and Strap lacking medical insurance
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| Civilians are getting jacked, rebels sad and notorious
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| Full body armed up in this state of emergency
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| Twelve gauges started blast and back at the perjury
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| Against the machine!
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| It’s rage against the machines
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| The lies of propaganda got me ready to scream!
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| I refuse to bury the dream
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| Return democracy, plotting the genes of property
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| Got a lot of hostility, it’s more than the cream! |