Альбом - Rage Against the Machine

Текст:
Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
All live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think

It's set up like a deck of cards
They're sending us to early graves
For all the diamonds
They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades
With poetry I paint the pictures that hit
More like the murals that fit
Don't turn away
Get in front of it
 [bad word] 
Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic-tac-toe?

Yo, check the diagonal
Three brothers [bad word] on
Doesn't that make it three in a row?
 [bad word] 
Yo, check the diagonal
Three million [bad word] on
'Cause they're counting backwards to zero

Environment
The environment exceeding on the level
Of our unconciousness
For example
What does the billboard [bad word] and [bad word] and play
Forget about the movement
Anger is a gift
Freedom, freedom, yea right