Against the Machine - Yurikud

Turn on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Turn it off, turn on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Your savior, my guillotine Crosses and kerosene Merge on the networks Slangin' nerve gas Up jump the boogie then bang Let 'em hang While the paranoid Try to stuff the void Let's capture this AM mayhem Undressed and blessed by the Lord The power pendulum swings by the umbilical cord Shock around the clock, from noon 'til noon Men grabbin' they mics, and stuff 'em into the womb Terror's the product ya push Well, I'm a truth addict Aw shit, I got a headrush! Sheep tremble and here come the votes Thrown from the throat, cages and scapegoats Undressed and blessed by the Lord The same devil that ran around Managua with a sword Check out the new style that Ollie found A tune with a bullet, to shut down the devil sound! Shut down the devil sound! The program of Vietnow Shut down the devil sound! Turn on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Turn it off, turn on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Your savior, my guillotine Crosses and kerosene Flex the cerebellum Fire, uh! Somebody gotta shell 'em These evil angels lists Hittin' the AM playlist Paid to say this That one inhuman Illegal, single, woman The one without a movement The transmissions whippin' our backs Yeah, comin' down like bats from Stacey Koon and Terror's tha product ya push Well, I'm a truth addict Aw shit, I got a headrush! The sheep tremble and here come the votes Thrown from the throat, cages and scapegoats One caution, the mic's a detonator unwound To shut down the devil sound! Shut down the devil sound! Check the heads bow in Vietnow Shut down the devil sound! Is all the world jails and churches? Is all the world jails and churches? Is all the world jails and churches? Is all the world jails and churches? Is all the world jails and churches? Radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Turn it off, turn on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Your savior, my guillotine Crosses and kerosene Fear is your Fear is your Fear is your only god Fear is your Fear is your Fear is your only god Fear is your Fear is your Fear is your only god Fear is your Fear is your Fear is your only god

Uhh Ayy, yo, it's just another bombtrack, uh Ayy, yo, it's just another bombtrack, yeah It goes a one, two, three Yeah, and it's just another bombtrack And suckers be thinkin' that they can fake this But I'ma drop it at a higher level 'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down, hand out some beatdowns Could run a train on punk fools that think they run the game But I learned to burn that bridge and delete Those who compete at a level that's obsolete Instead, I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag To recall the downfall and the businesses that burnt us all See through the news and the views that twist reality Enough, I call the bluff, fuck Manifest Destiny Landlords and power whores, on my people, they took turns Dispute the suits, I ignite and then watch 'em burn With the thoughts from a militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores, on my people, they took turns Dispute the suits, I ignite and then watch 'em burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn (yes, you're gonna) Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn It goes a one, two, three, 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 ya begin to fear That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere With the thoughts from a militant, militant mind Hardline, hardline after hardline Landlords and power whores, on my people, they took turns Dispute the suits, I ignite and then watch 'em burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn (yes, you're gonna) Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Uhh Hey, yo, it's just another bombtrack, yeah Check it out Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn, burn, yes, you're gonna burn Burn

Uh Pump, pump, woo! Come on Uh Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list All live, never on a floppy disk Inka, inka, bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion drawn up by the thoughts I think Yeah Come on The militant poet in once again, check it It's set up like a deck of cards They're sendin' 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 Brother, did ya forget ya 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) Come on Uh Drop that Uh Come on Yeah Uh Brother, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose 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 Environment, the environment 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) Yeah Uh Aw, bring that shit in Uh Hey Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah right Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah, right Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah, right

The sun ablaze as Maria's foot touches the surface of sand On northern land, as human contraband Some rico from Jalisco passed her name to the Boss She stuffed into a truckbed, she clutches her cross Here comes the exhaust and it rips through her lungs She's off fast to the pasture, like cattle she'll cross Degree 106, sweat and vomit are thrown And she prays and suffocates upon the memories of home Of Yanqui guns for blood debts on the loans Of smoldering fields, rape, rubble, and bones Of graves hidden, trapped up in visions of war Of nothing, no one, nobody, no more These are her mountains and skies and she radiates Through history's rivers of blood, she regenerates And like the sun disappears only to reappear She's eternally here Her time is near, never conquered but here To tear away at the mask And now she got a quota, the needle and thread crucifixion Sold and shipped across the new line of Mason Dixon Rippin' through denim the point an inch from her vein The foreman approach, his steps now pound in her brain His presence, it terrifies and eclipses her days No minutes to rest, no moments to pray And with a whisper he whips her, her soul chained to his will "My job is to kill if you forget to take your pill" Her arms jerks, the sisters gather 'round her and scream As if in a dream, eyes on the crimson stream Numb as her wrists spit shots of blood to the floor I am nothing, no one, nobody, no more These are her mountains and skies and she radiates Through history's rivers of blood, she regenerates And like the sun disappears only to reappear (Maria) She's eternally here Her time is near, never conquered but here To tear away at the mask Away at the mask To tear away at the mask No minutes to rest No moment to pray No minutes to rest No moment to pray No minutes to rest It eclipses her day, just a moment to pray To tear away at the mask Away at the mask To tear away at the mask To tear away at the mask

C'mon, check it Through steel walls, your voice blastin' on True rebel, my brother, Mumia, I reflect upon You the spark, that set the prairie fires on Make the masses a mastodon path to trample the fascists on At fifteen exposed Philly's finest killing machine Boots and mad guns, they pacify ya young Cause and effect, smell the smoke and the breeze My panther, my brother, we are at war until you're free You'll never silence the voice of the voiceless You'll never silence the voice of the voiceless Well the powerful got nervous 'cause he refused to be they servant He spit truth that burned like black churches Prose and verses, a million poor in hearses Watch the decision of Dred Scott as it reverses Long as the rope is tight around Mumia's neck Let there be no rich white life we bound to respect Cause and effect, can't ya smell the smoke in the breeze? My panther, my brother, we are at war until you're free You'll never silence the voice of the voiceless You'll never silence the voice of the voiceless You'll never silence the voice of the voiceless You'll never silence the voice of the voiceless And Orwell's Hell, a terror era coming through But this little brother's watching you too And Orwell's Hell, a terror era coming through But this little brother's watching you too, watching you too

Crank the music up! Bring that shit in! uggh! Yeah, the movement's in motion with mass militant poetry Now check this out, uggh! In the right light, study becomes insight But the system that dissed us Teaches us to read and right So called facts are fraud They want us to allege 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 It's the beats and the lyrics they fear The rage is relentless We need a movement with a quickness You are the witness of change And to counteract We gotta take the power back Yeah, we gotta take the power back Come on, come on! We gotta take the power back The present curriculum I put my fist in 'em Eurocentric every last one of 'em See right through the red, white, and blue disguise With lecture I puncture the structure of lies Installed in our minds and attempting To hold us back We've got to take it back Holes in our spirit causin' 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 the system that cares about only one culture And that is why We gotta take the power back Yeah, we gotta take the power back Come on, come on! We gotta take the power back Hey yo check, we're gonna have to break it, break it Break it down Awww shit! And like this, uggh! Come on, yeah! Bring it back the other way! The teacher stands in front of the class But the lesson plan he can't recall The students' eyes don't perceive the lies Bouncing off every fucking wall His composure is well kept I guess he fears playing the fool The complacent students sit and listen to some of that Bullshit that 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 motherfuckin' Weathermen To 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 Yeah, we gotta take the power back Come on, come on! We gotta take the power back No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies No more lies Uggh! Yeah! Take it back y'all Take it back, a-take it back A-take it back y'all, come on! Take it back y'all Take it back, a-take it back A-take it back y'all, come on! Uggh! Yeah!

We gotta kick 'em out Well I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now baby We all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy I know how you want it when you're hot and tight The girl can't stand it when you do it right When you're up on the stand Let me kick out the jams Kick out the jams We're gonna kick 'em out And I'm starin' to sweat You know my shirt's all wet, what a feelin' now baby The sound that abound and resounds and rebounds Straight off of the ceilin' You gotta have it baby, you can't do without You get that feelin' gotta kick 'em out Put that mic in my hand And let me kick out the jams Kick out the jams We gotta kick 'em out Alright, alright Alright, all Gotta kick it up You know you can't get enough, Miss McKenzie 'Cause it gets in your brain and it drives you insane A loopy frenzy We got a guitar and a crash on the drums We wanna keep on rockin' till the mornin' comes Let me be who I am And let me kick out the jams Yeah, kick out the jams I done kicked 'em out

Down on the street where the faces shine Floatin' around on a real low mind See a pretty thing... In a wall See a pretty thing... In a wall In a wall In a wall In a wall Yeah, deep in the night I'm lost in love Yeah, deep in the night I'm lost in love A thousand eyes... They look at you A thousand eyes... They, they look at you! Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Yeah! Where faces shine A real low mind Faces shine A real low, real low A real low, real low A real low, real low Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Oh, c'mon! Yeah, yeah, yeah!