Song parody of
Fistful of Steel
by Rage Against the Machine
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Huh
Check it ugh
Silence, something about silence makes me sick
'Cause silence can be violent sorta like a slit wrist
The vibe was suicideb 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)
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 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)
Ah shit
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 along 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
Uggh, come on
Uggh wit' a fistful of steel
Uggh
Huh
Check it ugh
Silence, something about silence makes me sick
'Cause silence can be violent sorta like a slit wrist
The vibe was suicideb 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)
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 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)
Ah shit
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 along 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
Uggh, come on
Uggh wit' a fistful of steel
Uggh
