Rage Against The Machine (sometimes shortened to Rage or RATM) is an American rock band noted both for its diligent political conscience and for its blend of hard rock and rap. By the time point of the band's break-up in 2000, Rage Against the Machine had become one of the most popular political hard rock bands of all time, and certainly of the 1990s. Following the break-up of the band, Tom Morello, Tim Commerford, and Brad Wilk formed Audioslavewith singer Chris Cornell, formerly of Soundgarden, which had recently disbanded. Rage Against the Machine is now at least temporarily reunited for a series of concerts. Rage Against the Machine drew inspiration from early metallic instrumentation, as well as rap acts such as Public Enemy, and Afrika Bambaataa.
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Fistful Of Steel Lyrics

Rage Against The Machine

Huh!
Check it...uggh!
Silence
Something about silence makes me sick
cause silence can be violent
Sorta like a slit wrist
If the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin down
Then let me do the cuttin
Some speak the sounds
But speak in silent voices
Like radio is silent
Though it fills the air with noises
Its transmissions bring submission
As ya mold to the unreal
And mad boy grips the microphone
Wit a fistful of steel
Yeah...and mad mad boy grips the microphone
Wit a fistful of steel
Wit a fistful of steel
(cause I know the power of the question)
Wit a fistful of steel
Wit a fistful of steel
(and I wont stop cause I know the power of the question)
Its time to flow like the fluid in ya veins
If ya will it, I will spill it
And ya out just as quick as ya came
Not a silent one
But a defiant one
Never a normal one
cause Im the bastard son
With the visions of the move
Vocals not to soothe
But to ignite and put in flight
My sense of militance
Groovin, playin this game called survival
The status, the elite, the enemy, the rival
The silent sheep slippin, riffin, trippin
Give ya a glimpse of the reality Im grippin
Steppin into the jam and Im slammin like shaquille
Mad boy grips the microphone
Wit a fistful of steel
Yeah...and mad boy grips the microphone
Wit a fistful of steel
Wit a fistful of steel
(cause I know the power of the question)
Wit a fistful of steel
Wit a fistful of steel
(and I wont stop cause I know the power of the question)
Ahh shit
And I wont stop cause I know the power of the question
And if the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin down
Then let me do the cuttin`
Yeah!
Come on!
A .44 full of bullets
Face full of pale
Eyes full of empty
A stare full of nails
The roulette ball rolls alone on the wheel
A mind full of fire
And a fistful of steel
And if the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin down
Then let me do the cuttin
Yeah! wit a fistful of steel!
Come on!
Uggh!
Wit a fistful of steel!
Uggh!