Fistfull of Steel Songtext
von Rage Against the Machine
Fistfull of Steel Songtext
Huh!
Check it
Ugh!
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 the 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 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!)
It's 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 you 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!)
Aw shit!
(And I won′t stop, 'cause I know the power of the question!)
And if the vibe was suicide, then you would push the button
But if you're bowin′ down, then let me do the cuttin′
Yeah
C'mon!
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 the button
But if you′re bowin' down, then let me do the cuttin′
Yeah
Wit' a fistful of steel! Ugh!
C′mon!
Ugh!
Wit' a fistful of steel!
Ugh!
Check it
Ugh!
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 the 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 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!)
It's 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 you 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!)
Aw shit!
(And I won′t stop, 'cause I know the power of the question!)
And if the vibe was suicide, then you would push the button
But if you're bowin′ down, then let me do the cuttin′
Yeah
C'mon!
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 the button
But if you′re bowin' down, then let me do the cuttin′
Yeah
Wit' a fistful of steel! Ugh!
C′mon!
Ugh!
Wit' a fistful of steel!
Ugh!
Writer(s): Timothy Commerford, Zack M De La Rocha, Brad J Wilk, Tom Morello Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
