Rage Against The Machine - Freedom lyrics

Album: Rage Against The Machine (1992)

Uggh!
A pump A pump Wuh!
C´mon!
Uggh!
Solo, I am a soloist
on a solo list
All live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Pain´tings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think

Yea!
C´mon!
The militant poet in once again, check it

It is set up like a deck of cards
They are sending us to early graves
For all the diamonds
They will use a pair of clubs to beat the spades
With poetry I pain´t the pictures that hit
More like the murals that fit
Don´t turn away
Get in front of it

Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin´ tic-tac-toe?

Yo, check the diagonal
Three brothers gone
C´mon
Doesn´t that make it three in a row?

[Your anger is a gift]

C´mon!
Uggh!

Drop back!
Uggh!
C´mon
Yea
Uggh

Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin´ tic-tac-toe?

Yo, check the diagonal
Three million gone
C´mon
´Cause ya know they are counting backwards to zero

Environment
The environment exceeding on the level
Of our unconciousness
For example
What does the billboard say
Come & play, come & play
Forget about the movement

[Your anger is a gift]

Yeeeaaahhhh!
Uggh!
Awww, bring that shit in!
Uggh!
Hey!

Freedom...yeah...
Freedom...yeah right...
Freedom...yeeeaaahhh!
Freedom!
Yeah!
Freedom!
Yeah right!
Freedom!
Yeah!
Freedom!
Yeah!
Right!