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Ween - PEOPLE OF THE SUN (RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE) lyrics

Yeah people come up

Yeah, we better turn tha bass up on this one

Check it, since 1516 minds attacked and overseen

Now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream

Wit their borders and boots on top of us

Pullin' knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis

But how you gonna get what you need ta get?

Tha gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like Tet

Tha fifth sun sets get back reclaim

Tha spirit of Cuahtemoc alive an untamed

Now face tha funk now blastin' out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica

That vulture came ta try and steal ya name

But now you got a gun, yeah this is for the people of the sun

It's comin' back around again!

This is for the people of the sun!

It's comin' back around again! Uh!

It's comin' back around again!

This is for the people of the sun!

It's comin' back around again! Uh!

Yeah, neva forget that tha wip snapped ya back

Ya spine cracked for tobacco, oh I'm the Marlboro man, uh

Our past blastin' on through the verses

Brigades of taxi cabs rollin' Broadway like hearses

Troops strippin' zoots, shots of red mist,

Sailors blood on tha deck, come sista resist

From tha era of terror check this photo lens,

Now tha city of angels does the ethnic cleanse

Uh, heads bobbin' to tha funk out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica

That vulture came to 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 the people of the sun!

It's comin' back around again! Yeah!

It's comin' back around again!

This is for the people of the sun!

It's comin' back around again!

It's comin' back around again!

This is for the people of the sun!

It's comin' back around again!

It's comin' back around again!

This is for the people of the sun!

It's comin' back around!

Of the sun

People Of The Sun (Original, as on Bombs & Bullets)

Bastard son is in, swimin' in a sea of funk

Clear the lane, I'm gonna have to dunk ya

Up and down like a donut in a caffeinated drink

So take the sink, I'll take ya to the brink

Check the rugged style I flip (some versions say "bring")

If the price is right, I'll take you on a trip

In my old school '62, two-tone white and blue

One that ya never wanna step to

Face my baseline, feel the earth quaking

Sweat is on site at appamatox

Mistakin' for my culture

White boys who came and tried to steal my name

But now I got a gun, this is for the people of the sun!

This is for the people of the sun!

It's coming back around again!

Yeah it's coming back around again!

This is for the people of the sun!

Yeah

I'm not a silent one, I'm a defiant one,

Never the normal one, 'cause I'm the bastard's son

Trip the way before the sky gives birth

And now I trip the way from mother earth

I'm tearin' off a, big fat chunk of the funk

Clear the lane I gotta dunk, never smoke the skunk

Or the cest

The Humboldt, the showman of the buddha

Gotta product six shooter, so fuck the hoota

Face the baselines feel the earth quakin

Sweat is on site at appamatox

Mistaken for my culture,

White boys who came and tried to steal my name

But now I got a gun, this is for the people of the sun!

It's coming back around again!

This is for the people of the sun!

It's coming back around again!

Yeah it's coming back around again!

This is for the people of the sun!

For the sun!

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