Title: Year Of The Boomerang
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Artist: Rage Against The Machine
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Tabled by: PeLiLaMaN
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Tempo: 90 BPM
Tracks: 4
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Bars: 66

Lyric

Tha sistas are in, so check tha front line
It seems I spent the '80s in a Haiti state of mind
Cast me into classes for electroshock
Straight incarcerated, curriculum's a cell block

I'm swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spit
Instructor come seperate tha healthy from tha sick
Ya weigh me on a scale; I'm smellin' burnt skin
It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from within

'Cause I'm a cell-locked in tha doctrines of tha right
Enslaved by dogma, ya talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn, I'm runnin' into hell's gates
So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an' pass tha shells to my classmates

(All power to the people)
'Cause tha boss' right to live is mine to die
So I'm goin' out heavy, sorta like Mao Tai
With the five centuries of penitenturies, so let the guilty hang
In tha year of tha boomerang

I got no property but, yo, I'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but, yo, I'm a piece of it
In tha year of tha boomerang
I got no property but, yo, I'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but, yo, I'm a piece of it
In tha year of tha boomerang

Now it's upon you
Now it's upon you

Tha sistas are in, so check the front line
'Seems I spent the 80s in a Haiti state of mind
Cast me into classes for electroshock
Straight incarcerated, curriculum's a cell block

Swimmin' in half truths and it makes me wanna spit
Instructor come seperate the healthy from the sick
Ya weigh me on a scale; I'm smellin' burnt skin
It's dark now in Dachau and I'm screamin' from within

'Cause I'm a cell-locked in tha doctrines of tha right
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn, I'm runnin' into hell's gates
So I grip tha cannon like Fanon and pass the shells to my classmates

All power to the people, yeah
Yeah, the boss' right to live is mine to die
I'm goin' out heavy, sorta like Mao Tai
With the five centuries of penitenturies, so let the guilty hang
In tha year of tha boomerang

I got no property but, yo, I'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but, yo, I'm a piece of it
In tha year of tha boomerang
I got no property but, yo, I'm a piece of it
So let tha guilty hang
I got no property but, yo, I'm a piece of it
In tha year of tha boomerang

Yeah
Now it's upon you
Now it's upon you
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you
You