Kolem roku 1990 se v Los Angeles setkali Zack de la Rocha, Tom Morello, Timmy Commerford a přes inzerát sehnaný Brad Wilk, založili skupinu Rage Against The Machine. Skupina hraje směsici stylů, od hip-hopu po hardcore a svou vyjímečnou...

Píseň: Calm Like A Bomb

Interpret:
Rage against the machine
Album:
The Battle of Los Angeles
Feel the funk blast (whispered) 
Feel the funk blast (whispered) 
Well feel the funk blast 
Well feel the funk blast 
Well feel the funk blast 
Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Check it Out Yo Yo Yo 


I be walkin god like a dog 
My narrative fearless 
Word war returns to burn 
Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh 
Like steel from a furnace 
I was born landless 
Yes its tha native son 
Born of Zapatas guns 
Stroll through the shanties 
And tha cities remains 
Same bodies buried hungry 
But with different last names 
The vultures robbin everything 
Leave nothing but chains 
Pick a point on the globe 
Yes tha pictures tha same 
Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth and a hearse 
A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth 
Theres a widow pig parrot 
A rebel to tame 
A whitehooded judge 
A syringe and a vein 


And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard 


What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? 
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? 
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? 
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? 


We're calm like a bomb (Ignite) 
We're calm like a bomb (Ignite) 


This aint subliminal 
Feel the critical mass approach horizon 
Tha pulse of the condemned 
Sound off Americas demise 
Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker 
Yes I spit fire 
Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires 
Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains 
Same bodies buried hungry, uh-huh 
With different last names, uh-huh 
The vultures robbin everyone 
Leave nothing but chains 
Pick a point here at home 
Yes the pictures tha same 
Theres a field full of slaves 
Some corn and some debt 
Theres a ditch full of bodies 
Tha check for the rent 
Theres a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone 
The numb black screen 
That be feelin like home 


And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard 


What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? 
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? 
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? 
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? 


Calm like a bomb (Ignite) 
Calm like a bomb (Ignite) 
Calm like a bomb (Ignite) 
Calm like a bomb (Ignite) 


Calm like a bomb (Ignite) 
Calm like a bomb (Ignite) 
Calm like a bomb (Ignite) 
Calm like a bomb (Ignite) 
Calm like a bomb (Ignite) 


Theres a mass without roofs 
A prison to fill 
Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills 
Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill 
Theres a right to obey 
And a right to kill 


Theres a mass without roofs 
Theres a prison to fill 
Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills 
Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill 
Cos theres a right to obey 
And theres the right to kill