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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Rage Against The Machine - Fistful Of SteelHuh! Check it...uggh! 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 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 wont stop cause I know the power of the question) Its 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 Im 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 Im grippin Steppin into the jam and Im 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 wont stop cause I know the power of the question) Ahh shit And I wont 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! Come on! Uggh! Wit a fistful of steel! Uggh! |
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