Down Rodeo
Rage Against The Machine"Down Rodeo" is a song by Rage Against The Machine, released in 1996 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:58 long and contains 50 lines and 281 words.
Lyrics
0:57Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight
1:00Can't fight alone
1:01Funk tha track my verbs fly like tha
1:02Family stone
1:03Tha pen devils set that stage for tha
1:05War at home
1:06Locked wit out a wage ya standin' in tha drop
1:09Zone
1:09The clockers born startin' at an empty plate
1:12Momma's torn hands cover her sunken face
1:15We hungry but them belly full
1:17The structure is set ya neva change it with a
1:19Ballot pull
1:21In tha ruins there's a network for tha toxic
1:23Rock
1:23Shool yard ta precinct suburb ta
1:25Project block
1:26Bosses broke south for new flesh and
1:28A factory floor
1:29The remains left chained to the
1:31Powder war
1:40Can't waste a day when the night brings
1:42A hearse
1:45So make a move an plead the fifth 'cuse ya
1:47Can't plead the first
1:51Can't waste a day when the night brings
1:53A hearse
1:57So now I'm rollin' down rodeo wit a
1:59Shot gun these people ain't seen a
2:00Brown skin man since their grandparents bought
2:02One
2:46Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas
2:48Get romantic
2:49They gonna send us campin' like they did my man
2:51Fred Hampton
2:52Still we're lampin' still clockin' dirt for our
2:54Sweat
2:55A ballots dead so bullets what I get
2:57A thousand years you had the tools
2:58We should be taken 'em
3:00F**k tha g ride I want the machines that are
3:03Makin' em
3:04Our target straight wit a room full of armed
3:06Pawn to
3:07Off tha kings out tha west side at dawn
4:02The rungs torn from the ladder can't reach the
4:04Tumor
4:05One God one market one truth one consumer
4:12Just a quiet peaceful dance
4:58For things we will never have
Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight Can't fight alone Funk tha track my verbs fly like tha Family stone Tha pen devils set that stage for tha War at home Locked wit out a wage ya standin' in tha drop Zone The clockers born startin' at an empty plate Momma's torn hands cover her sunken face We hungry but them belly full The structure is set ya neva change it with a Ballot pull In tha ruins there's a network for tha toxic Rock Shool yard ta precinct suburb ta Project block Bosses broke south for new flesh and A factory floor The remains left chained to the Powder war Can't waste a day when the night brings A hearse So make a move an plead the fifth 'cuse ya Can't plead the first Can't waste a day when the night brings A hearse So now I'm rollin' down rodeo wit a Shot gun these people ain't seen a Brown skin man since their grandparents bought One Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas Get romantic They gonna send us campin' like they did my man Fred Hampton Still we're lampin' still clockin' dirt for our Sweat A ballots dead so bullets what I get A thousand years you had the tools We should be taken 'em F**k tha g ride I want the machines that are Makin' em Our target straight wit a room full of armed Pawn to Off tha kings out tha west side at dawn The rungs torn from the ladder can't reach the Tumor One God one market one truth one consumer Just a quiet peaceful dance For things we will never have
Translation
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