Letras:
Rage Against The Machine Evil Empire

: This microphone explodes, shattering the molds Ya either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha Fuck off tha commode Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make

A ballots dead so a bullet's what I get A thousand years they had tha tools We should be takin' 'em Fuck tha G-ride I want the machines that are makin

fuck it turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio Nah fuck it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene Flex tha cerebellum, fire, uh! Somebody gotta shell 'em These evil

: Tha sistas are in so check the front line Seems I spent the '80s in the Haiti state of mind Cast me into classes for electro shock Straight incarcerated

: Yeah Ya Tryin' Ta Tire Me, Tire Me I Can See You In Front Of Me, Front Of Me Ya Tryin' Ta Tire Me, Tire Me Why Don't You Get From In Front Of Me She

Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me I can see you in front of me, front of me Ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me Why don't you get from in front of me She's

A ballots dead so a bullet's what I get A thousand years they had the tools, we should be takin' 'em Fuck the G-ride I want the machines that are makin

fuck it, turn it off Fear is your only God on the radio Nah fuck it, your Saviour, my guillotine Crosses and kerosene Flex the cerebellum, fire, uh Somebody gotta shell 'em These evil

s cap one, NAFTA comin' with the new disaster And yes, we in with the wind and the plan de Ayala kin Are comin' back around again The slave driver saliva