Calm Like a Bomb (Live, Mexico City, Mexico, October 28, 1999) Rage Against the Machine

[Intro]
Feel the funk blast
Feel the funk blast
Feel the funk blast
Feel the funk blast
Feel the funk blast
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1]
I be walkin' God like a dog, my narrative, fearless
Word war returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris
Steel from a furnace, I was born landless
This is the native son, born of Zapata’s guns
Through the shanties and the cities' remains
Same bodies buried hungry but with different last names
These vultures rob everything, leave nothing but chains
Pick a point on the globe, the picture's the same
A bank and a church, a myth and a hearse
A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth
A widow pig parrot, rebel to tame
A white-hooded judge, a syringe and a vein
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard

[Pre-Chorus]
What you say, what you say, what you say, what?
What you say, what you say, what you say, what?