Renegades

Rage Against the Machine

2000 Released

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Microphone Fiend

05 : 01

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Pistol Grip Pump

03 : 18

3

Kick Out the Jams

03 : 11

4

Renegades of Funk

04 : 35

5

Beautiful World

02 : 35

6

I’m Housin’

04 : 56

7

In My Eyes

02 : 54

8

How I Could Just Kill a Man

04 : 04

9

The Ghost of Tom Joad

05 : 38

10

Down on the Street

03 : 39

11

Street Fighting Man

04 : 42

12

Maggie’s Farm

06 : 54

13

Kick Out the Jams (live)

04 : 31

14

How I Could Just Kill a Man (live)

04 : 30

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Track Lyrics

Pistol Grip Pump Lyrics

[Chorus]

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

They can be fuckin' wit' other niggas' shit, but they can't be fuckin' wit' mine

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

They can be fuckin' wit' other niggas' shit, but they can't be fuckin' wit' mine

[Verse 1]

I was raised in the hood called what the dif?

Where the brothers in the hood, we chivalrous

So I rest defense on my ligaments

Pistol grip pump on my lap, riskin' it

Full life, living it, never giving it back

Too late for slipping, so slack up

On my lap, it's on your lips, so track shot

A steel dick, more clip for pump but

All I'm saying, ain't no question who the man is

In my Civic or in this showbiz

I shoot a fool, kill the fool, come on, what you say?

I think I can take care of all you motherfuckers, don't delay, right away

[Chorus]

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

They can be fuckin' wit' other niggas' shit, but they can't be fuckin' wit' mine

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

They can be fuckin' wit' other niggas' shit, but they can't be fuckin' wit' mine

[Verse 2]

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times, right?

'Cause tricks be out for your blind side

Never understood it, but remember I showed you

That in these times, you gotta look over your shoulder, strap

Well, that ain't nothin' but the intent of gettin' high

And a cop giving you shit for just passing you by

If you're ever in trouble or on the double, best to call your pals

If you ain't got none now, sucka, I got a million styles around me

Are we getting along? We family, we better be

We got your back, we got your back, kid

Just don't be pointing one of them guns, aight man

[Chorus]

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

They can be fuckin' wit' other niggas' shit, but they can't be fuckin' wit' mine

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

They can be fuckin' wit' other niggas' shit, but they can't be fuckin' wit' mine

[Chorus]

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

They can be fuckin' wit' other niggas' shit, but they can't be fuckin' wit' mine

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

They can be fuckin' wit' other niggas' shit, but they can't be fuckin' wit' mine

Beautiful World Lyrics

11 ContributorsBeautiful World LyricsIt's a Beautiful world we live in

A sweet romantic place

Beautiful people everywhere

The way they show they care

Makes me want to say

"It's a beautiful world

Oh, what a beautiful world

For you"

It's a wonderful time to be here

It's nice to be alive

Wonderful people everywhere

The way they comb their hair

Makes me want to say

"It's a wonderful place

Oh, what a wonderful place

For you

Not me"

Street Fighting Man Lyrics

2 ContributorsStreet Fighting Man LyricsEverywhere I hear the sound of marching charging feet, boy

'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy

Tell me. what can a poor boy do

'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band?

'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town

There's just no place for a street fighting man

A street fighting man

Do you think the, time is right for a palace revolution

Where I live, the game to play is compromise solution

Well, then what can a poor boy

'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band?

'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town

There's just no place for a street fighting man

A street fighting man

Well, what else can a poor boy do?

Hey, my name is, called disturbance

I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants

Well, what can a poor boy do

For sing for a rock 'n' roll band?

In this sleepy L.A. town

There's just no place for

For a street fighting man

A street fighting man

For a street fighting man

A street fighting man

For a street fighting man

A street fighting man

For a street fighting man

A street fighting man

For a street fighting man

A street fighting man

For a street fighting man

A street fighting man

Maggie’s Farm Lyrics

[Note: cover of Bob Dylan's "Maggie's Farm" with lyric changes]

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm no more

No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm no more

Well, I wake up in the morning, fold my hands, and pray for rain

I got a head full of ideas that are drivin' me insane

It's a shame, the way she makes me

Scrub the floor

I ain't gonna work on, nah

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

Nah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

Well, he hands you a nickel, and he hands you a dime

And he asks you with a grin, if you're havin' a good time

Then he fines you every time you slam the door

I ain't gonna work for, nah

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more

No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more

Well, he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks

His bedroom window, it is made out of bricks

The National Guard .stands around his door

I ain't gonna work for, nah

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

Well, she talks to all the servants about man and God and law

And everybody says she's the brains behind pa

She's sixty-eight but she says she's twenty-four

I ain't gonna work for, nah

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

[Guitar riff]

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm no more

No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm no more

Well, I try my best to be just like I am

But everybody wants you

To be just like them

They sing while they slave, and I just get bored

I ain't gonna work on, nah

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm no more

How I Could Just Kill a Man (live) Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing

You're missing the hootah of the funky Buddha

Eluder of the fucked up styles that get wicked

So come on as I start to kick it

'Cause we're like the outlaws striding, suckers are hiding

Jump behind the bush when they see me driving by

Hanging out my window

And my magnum taking out some putos

Acting kinda loco, I'm just another local kid

From the street getting paid for my vocals

Here is something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man

[Chorus]

Here is something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

[Verse 2]

I've been doin' all the dumb shit, yo, because nothin' is coming from it

I'm not gonna waste no time fucking around, I got ya humming

Hummin', comin' at ya

Then you know I had to gat ya

Time for some action, just a fraction of friction (Uh)

I got the clearance to run the interference

Into your satellite, shining a battle light

Swing out the gat, and I know that we'll gat you right

Here's an example, just a little sample

How I could just kill a man

One time tried to come in my home

Take my chrome, I said, "Yo, it's on

Take cover, son, or you're assed out

How'd you like my chrome?" Then I watched the rookie pass out

Didn't have to blast him but I did anyway

Hahahahaha, young punk had to pay

So I just killed the man

[Chorus]

Here is something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man

[Bridge]

It's gonna be a long time before I finish

One of the many missions that I have to establish

To light my spliff, ignite you with insights and

If you ain't down, bullshit

[Verse 3]

Say some punk tried to get you for your auto

Would you call the one time and play the role model?

No, I think you'll play like a thug

Next, hear the shot of a magnum slug

Humming, coming at ya

Yeah, you know I'm gonna gat ya

How do you know where I'm at

When you haven't been where I've been?

Understand where I'm coming from

When you're up on the hill in your big home

I'm out here risking my dome

Just for a bucket, or a fast ducat

Just to stay alive, yo, I gotta say, "Fuck it"

[Chorus]

Here is something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man

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Track Lyrics

Pistol Grip Pump Lyrics

Beautiful World Lyrics

Street Fighting Man Lyrics

Maggie’s Farm Lyrics

How I Could Just Kill a Man (live) Lyrics