Rage Against The Machine - Mic Check

To tha young r to tha e tha b to tha e tha l

Never give up just live up

Fed upon america

We be spittin′ it up

Rippin′ it up

For an even amount in each cup

To my brothers burning bare feet on black top

Whose curled ′neath tha shadows

Form tha gaze of the cops

Whose huntin′ for 9 to 5′s through factory locks

Is now hunted on this modern day auction block



Flexin′ and mashin′

With complex text

Fast and in a fashion

That snap back necks

Quicker than a fed cash tha company checks

Come with tha fire only marley could catch

This be tha flame in tha cellar beware

Nameless cold millions gaspin′ for air

Those naked and wageless

Now scream within cages

They make you pull your shit

Just to get your share



With this mic device

I spit nonfiction

Who got tha power

This be my question

Tha mass of the few

In this torn nation?

Tha priest tha book or tha congregation?

Tha politricks who rob and hold down your zone?

Or those who give tha thieves tha key to their homes?

Tha pig who′s free to murder one

Shucklak

Or survivors who make a move and murder one back?

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