Story (Against the Machine) [feat. ROUSSO] - Noga Erez

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

Hold me, I'm just trying to be good It's all talking, gotta stutter my way out of here Hold me, don't wanna be misunderstood It's so noisy, gotta shut it, gotta turn it off Gotta shut it, turn it off I don't want problems I promise I'm gonna do it right, sir I'm not a lost case I'm just a poor kid and I wear fake tan, sir Got a short term memory Got no interest in the paps Got a phantom ache Where I used to have a heart Time ticking, one, two, three Clicking, I don't need a countdown to know it's a long run I'm ticking, one, two, three So, hold me, I'm just trying to be good It's all talking, gotta stutter my way out of here Hold me, don't wanna be misunderstood It's so noisy, gotta shut it, got to turn it off Gotta shut it, turn it off I thought I did all the dids Filled in the paperwork, sir Talking 'bout these walls again First you hit 'em, then you use "Now, I can't live without 'em, sir" But I've opened the doors Don't under look our halfway home Check out the sofa, sir, sir Check out the window, sir Time ticking, one, two, three Clicking, I don't need a countdown to know it's a long run I'm ticking, one, two, three Hold me, I'm just trying to be good It's all talking, gotta stutter my way out of here Hold me, don't wanna be misunderstood It's so noisy, gotta shut it, got to turn it off Gotta turn it off Gotta shut it, turn it off Gotta shut it, turn it off Gotta shut it, turn it off Gotta shut it, turn it off Gotta shut it, turn it off Gotta shut it, turn it off Gotta shut it, turn it off Gotta shut it, turn it off Hold me, I'm just trying to be good It's all talking, gotta stutter my way out of here Hold me, don't wanna be misunderstood It's so noisy, gotta shut it, got to turn it off Gotta shut it, turn it off

(Kids these days) The whole story been out of context A room full of fluorescent light, clean and tight, all in boxes People coughing, people yelling in panic and pain Vomiting, carrying their piss in a plastic bag Confused and tired beloved ones We loved once, we trusted Knew just what being clueless allowed us Now being useless unites us Sitting in a station, waiting for the last bus What was it that you expected, oh It seems unacceptable Accept the predictable - Your lost war Or were u sure mister candy would so elegantly move to the next family and skip yours? Back home, back to needles Just stay with me, though Just wait a minute I swear we're winning Show is just beginning White page, I mean it Black pen scribbled, stage 4 I know just where you're from Try fool me, I'm not dumb I'm coming only for you (candyman) I'm coming only for you I know just where you're from I know that I'm a scumbag I'm coming only for you, but one day I'll get your family too The whole morning been like a fantasy One with a bad script Written by a lunatic Brightly illuminated but, like a horror film Come get your best sits, we're about to begin And tell this motherfucker lemon man to back off Take his motherfucking lemonade and get lost Tell him he can take his act of charity and spill it Give it to the real sick kids who really fucking need it I know just where you're from I'm here to give you a hand I know you don't wanna be saved And in this squeaky bed, and even if you can't I'm coming over for you Take a sip, it's hand squeezed, an act of faith, for 30 years, wait Please know I'm not a scum Don't get confused, I'm the good guy I'm the lemon man I'm the lemon man I'm the lemon man I'm the lemon man