Rage Against The Machine Lyrics

Album: Battle Of Los Angeles

War Within A Breath Lyrics

Yo Yo Yo Yo 

Everybody 

Everybody 

Everybody 

Now tell everybody how you came up with your name 

What was it like try'na get up in the game 

Dirty Harriet's the name saying anything goes 

Acting like you never seen a tomboy in dress clothes 

Like you run around splurging deepen the excursion 

TV people pissed cause I spit the dirty version 

Now tell everybody what be going through your mind 

Up on the stage when you bout to bust a rhyme 

Seein' people on my left, seein' people on my right 

Every now and them you come across a fucked up mic 

Make sure they got water stay steady with the light 

And I rock it so tight, make the bitches start a fight 

Now tell everybody bout niggas in your camp 

How we be rolling, when we work and we lam 

Got Rock Sham Bus Ramp Spliff me six 

And another set of caps double that in the Bricks 

Some smoke, some drink, some battle just for kicks 

Some'll give your ass a Duffy just for try'na take flicks 

Now tell everybody what be going through your brains 

Celeb chick up in the rap game 

Smoke a rogie in a store getting tipsy on a plane 

Take a whole lot of money 

Fuck around and ride the train 

Say my voice too maley, can't understand me 

No album out superbitch won a Grammy 


Chorus: 

All the ladies in the place clap your hands 

All the fellas in the house clap your hands 

Everybody (Everybody) 

Everybody (Everybody) 

Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) 

Everybody (Everybody) 

Everybody (Everybody) 

Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) 


Now tell everybody bout niggas on your block 

In New Jerus where the crime don't stop 

See a bunch of little niggas wearing scuffed up Tim's 

If his stash been tapped it was probably Juanes Mins 

Some like to shoot dice fuck around lose friends 

Some'll blow your brains out get you for your rims 

Now tell everybody bout bitches 'round the way 

Who like to hustle 

Lose scams everyday 

Type of chicks hit first 

Even let they kids curse 

Get a check every month 

Day job as a nurse 

I'm bumping out the crib playing scratch card numbers 

So I'ma get slick 

Evict they own man running 

Now tell everybody how we dipping in the stash 

Or with the swerve don't be spending no cash 

Drinking all type of goodies 

Sending heads on a run 

Everytime I pass a L 

Here comes another one 

Now bitch got the munchies 

Making heads front me 

Dipping in the dro 

Niggas fuck around and jump me 

Now tell everybody how we keep it on lock 

Now where we headed when the block get hot 

Now we speeding on the Ave. 

Puffing on lots of gandas 

Pumping Jay shit 

Somebody got Nastradamus 

Kicking one-liners 

Car full of rhymers 

Dipping down the block when the cops get behind us 

Now tell everybody where you heard it all first 

Type of shit going into Digga verse 

Say intellect punch lines 

Kill 'em all one time 

Voice still crazy 

Even when I kick my fun rhymes 

Digga supreme 

Clientele like ghost faces 

Niggas have to go rewrite in most cases 


Chorus: 

All the ladies in the place clap your hands 

All the fellas in the house clap your hands 

Everybody (Everybody) 

Everybody (Everybody) 

Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) 

Everybody (Everybody) 

Everybody (Everybody) 

Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) 

Everybody (Everybody) 

Everybody (Everybody) 

Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) 

Everybody (Everybody) 

Everybody (Everybody) 

Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy)