Fistful of Steel
Rage Against The Machine"Fistful of Steel" es una canción de Rage Against The Machine, 1992, Pop. La canción dura 5:17, 74 lines / 406 words.
Letra
1:00Huh!
0:50Check it uggh
1:05Silence
1:06Something about silence makes me sick
1:08Cause silence can be violent
1:10Sorta like a slit wrist
1:10If the vibe was suicide
1:12Then you would push da button
1:14But if ya bowin down
1:16Then let me do the cuttin
1:17Some speak the sounds
1:18But speak in silent voices
1:20Like radio is silent
1:22Though it fills the air with noises
1:23Its transmissions bring submission
1:25As ya mold to the unreal
1:26And mad boy grips the microphone
1:28Wit a fistful of steel
1:30Yeah and mad mad boy grips the microphone
1:41Wit a fistful of steel
1:48Wit a fistful of steel
1:50（cause I know the power of the question）
1:52Wit a fistful of steel
2:00Wit a fistful of steel
2:01（and I won't stop cause I know the power of the question）
2:04Its time to flow like the fluid in ya veins
2:09If ya will it I will spill it
2:11And ya out just as quick as ya came
2:13Not a silent one
2:14But a defiant one
2:16Never a normal one
2:17Cause I'm the bastard son
2:19With the visions of the move
2:21Vocals not to soothe
2:22But to ignite and put in flight
2:24My sense of militance
2:26Groovin playin this game called survival
2:29The status the elite the enemy the rival
2:32The silent sheep slippin riffin trippin
2:35Give ya a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin
2:38Steppin into the jam and I'm slammin like shaquille
2:41Mad boy grips the microphone
2:43Wit a fistful of steel
2:45Yeah and mad boy grips the microphone
2:56Wit a fistful of steel
3:02Wit a fistful of steel
3:03（cause I know the power of the question）
3:06Wit a fistful of steel
3:09Wit a fistful of steel
3:16（and I won't stop cause I know the power of the question）
3:19Ahh s**t
3:26And I won't stop cause I know the power of the question
3:33And if the vibe was suicide
3:53Then you would push da button
3:55But if ya bowin down
3:56Then let me do the cuttin'
3:58Yeah
4:05Come on
4:07A 44 full of bullets
4:18Face full of pale
4:21Eyes full of empty
4:24A stare full of nails
4:27The roulette ball rolls alone on the wheel
4:33A mind full of fire
4:35And a fistful of steel
4:39And if the vibe was suicide
4:41Then you would push da button
4:42But if ya bowin down
4:44Then let me do the cuttin
4:45Yeah wit a fistful of steel
4:53Come on
5:07Uggh
5:10Wit a fistful of steel
5:17Uggh
Huh! Check it uggh Silence Something about silence makes me sick Cause silence can be violent Sorta like a slit wrist If the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button But if ya bowin down Then let me do the cuttin Some speak the sounds But speak in silent voices Like radio is silent Though it fills the air with noises Its transmissions bring submission As ya mold to the unreal And mad boy grips the microphone Wit a fistful of steel Yeah and mad mad boy grips the microphone Wit a fistful of steel Wit a fistful of steel （cause I know the power of the question） Wit a fistful of steel Wit a fistful of steel （and I won't stop cause I know the power of the question） Its time to flow like the fluid in ya veins If ya will it I will spill it And ya out just as quick as ya came Not a silent one But a defiant one Never a normal one Cause I'm the bastard son With the visions of the move Vocals not to soothe But to ignite and put in flight My sense of militance Groovin playin this game called survival The status the elite the enemy the rival The silent sheep slippin riffin trippin Give ya a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin Steppin into the jam and I'm slammin like shaquille Mad boy grips the microphone Wit a fistful of steel Yeah and mad boy grips the microphone Wit a fistful of steel Wit a fistful of steel （cause I know the power of the question） Wit a fistful of steel Wit a fistful of steel （and I won't stop cause I know the power of the question） Ahh s**t And I won't stop cause I know the power of the question And if the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button But if ya bowin down Then let me do the cuttin' Yeah Come on A 44 full of bullets Face full of pale Eyes full of empty A stare full of nails The roulette ball rolls alone on the wheel A mind full of fire And a fistful of steel And if the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button But if ya bowin down Then let me do the cuttin Yeah wit a fistful of steel Come on Uggh Wit a fistful of steel Uggh
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