Beyond the Sun (Original Mix)
Rage Against The Machine
Evil Empire
People Of The Sun
Since 1516 minds attacked and overseen,
Now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream
They're borders and boots on top of us,
Pullin' knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis
So how you gonna get what you need ta get?
Tha gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like tet
When the fifth sun sets get back reclaim,
Tha spirit of cuahtemoc alive an untamed
Face tha fuck now blastin' out ya
Speaker, on the one maya, mexica
That vulture came ta try and steal ya name
But now you found a gun
This is for the people of the sun
It's comin' back around again
Neva forget that tha wip snapped ya back,
Ya spine cracked for tobacco,
Oh I'm the Marlboro man
Our past blastin' on through tha verses,
Brigades of taxi cabs rollin' broadway like hearses
Troops strippin' zoots, shots of red mist,
Sailors blood on tha deck,
Come sista resist
Tha new era of terror check this photo lens,
Tha city of angels does tha ethnic cleanse
Heads bobbin' to that fuck out ya
Speaker, on tha one maya, mexica
That vulture came ta try and steal ya name
But now you found a gun... You're history
This is for the people of the sun
It's comin' back around again
This is for tha people of the sun of tha sun
Evil Empire
People Of The Sun
Since 1516 minds attacked and overseen,
Now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream
They're borders and boots on top of us,
Pullin' knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis
So how you gonna get what you need ta get?
Tha gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like tet
When the fifth sun sets get back reclaim,
Tha spirit of cuahtemoc alive an untamed
Face tha fuck now blastin' out ya
Speaker, on the one maya, mexica
That vulture came ta try and steal ya name
But now you found a gun
This is for the people of the sun
It's comin' back around again
Neva forget that tha wip snapped ya back,
Ya spine cracked for tobacco,
Oh I'm the Marlboro man
Our past blastin' on through tha verses,
Brigades of taxi cabs rollin' broadway like hearses
Troops strippin' zoots, shots of red mist,
Sailors blood on tha deck,
Come sista resist
Tha new era of terror check this photo lens,
Tha city of angels does tha ethnic cleanse
Heads bobbin' to that fuck out ya
Speaker, on tha one maya, mexica
That vulture came ta try and steal ya name
But now you found a gun... You're history
This is for the people of the sun
It's comin' back around again
This is for tha people of the sun of tha sun
Credits
Writer(s): Brent Smith, Christopher Belding Gill, Anthony C. Battaglia
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