Lyrics




Yeah I'm rolling down Rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one
So now I'm rolling down Rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one
So now I'm rolling down Rodeo with a shotgun
Bangin' this bolo tight, on this solo flight, can't fight alone
Fuck the track, my verbs fly like the family stone
The pen devil set the stage for the war at home
Locked without wage, you're standing in the drop zone
The clock is born, you're staring at an empty plate
Mama's torn hands cover her sunken face
We're hungry but the belly full
The structure is set, you're never changing with a ballot pull
In the ruins there's a network for the toxic rock
Schoolyard to precinct, suburbs to project block
Bosses broke, saw a new flesh at the factory floor
The remains left chained to the powder wall
Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
So make a move and plead the fifth
'Cause you can't plead the first
Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
So now I'm rolling down Rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one
Yes I'm rolling down Rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one
So now I'm rolling down Rodeo with a shotgun
Bear witness to the sickest shot while suckers get romantic
They ain't gonna send us camping like they did my man Fred Hampton
Still we lampin', still clocking dirt for our sweat
Our balance dead so a bullet's what I get
A thousand years to have the tools, we should be taking them
Fuck the G-ride, I want the machines that are making them
I target straight with a room full of armed porn
To off the kings out the west side at dawn
Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
Make a move and plead the fifth
'Cause you can't plead the first
Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse
So now I'm rolling down Rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one
Yeah I'm rolling down Rodeo with a shotgun
These people ain't seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents bought one
Yeah I'm rolling down Rodeo with a shotgun
The rungs torn from the ladder, can't reach the tumor
One god, one market, one truth, one consumer
Just a quiet peaceful dance
Just a quiet peaceful dance, yeah
Just a quiet peaceful dance
Just a quiet peaceful dance
Just a quiet peaceful dance
For the things we'll never have
Just a quiet peaceful dance
For the things we don't have



Writer(s): Zack De La Rocha, Timothy Commerford, Brad Wilk, Thomas Morello Copyright: Qx Publishing, Ave25 Publishing, Webee3 Music, One Man Revolution Music, Retribution Music



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