Calm Like A Bomb -- Rage Against The Machine

feel the funk blast,  feel the funk blast,  FEEL THE FUNK BLAST,
yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo, check it out  I be walkin god like a dog
My narrative fearless  Word war returns to burn  Like Baldwin home from Paris, Like steel from a furnace  I was born landless  Yes its tha native son
Born of Zapatas guns  Stroll through the shanties  And tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry  But with different last names
The vultures robbin everything  Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point on the globe  Yes tha pictures tha same
Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth and a hearse
A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth  Theres a widow pig parrot
A rebel to tame  A whitehooded judge  A syringe and a vein
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard

What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What  Calm like a bomb
This aint subliminal  Feel the critical mass approach horizon
Tha pulse of the condemned  Sound off Americas demise
Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker  Yes I spit fire  Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires  Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry, With different last names, The vultures robbin everyone  Leave nothing but chains  Pick a point here at home
Yes the pictures tha same  Theres a field full of slaves  Some corn and some debt
Theres a ditch full of bodies  Tha check for the rent  Theres a tap, tha phone,
tha silence of stone  The numb black screen  That be feelin like home
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard

What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What  Calm like a bomb
There's a mass without roofs  There's a prison to fill  There's a countrys soul
that reads post no bills There's a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
There's a right to obey  And a right to kill  There's a mass without roofs
There's a prison to fill  There's a countrys soul that reads post no bills
There's a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
There's a right to obey   And a right to kill                                          (sing365)

Like many of RATM's songs, the song's lyrics discuss social inequalities.   (wikipedia)  

"Born of Zapata's guns" -  Emiliano Zapata was the military and ideological leader of the Mexican Revolution of 1909. The goal of the Indian movement which he led was to take the land from the hacienda-based landowners and return it to the peasant farmers from whom it had been stolen. His motto was "tierra y libertad," "land and freedom," and his ideals, actions, and goals are echoed by today's Zapatista movement.                


                 

              Emiliano Zapata    Father of the Zapatista