Brad Wilk - Fistful of Steel lyrics

[Zack de la Rocha] Huh! Check it...ugh! 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 the bu*ton 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... [Hook] 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 won't stop, cause I know the power of the question!) It's 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 I'm the ba*tard 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 you a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin Steppin into the jam and I'm slammin like Shaquille Mad boy grips the microphone wit' a fistful of steel! Yeah... [Hook] Aww sh**! [*Tom Morello's weird wah-wah guitar solos*] (And I won't stop, cause I know the power of the question!) And if the vibe was suicide, then you would push the bu*ton But if you're bowin down, then LET ME DO THE CUTTIN!! YEAH!! C'MON! A .44 full of bullets... Face full of pale... Eyes full of empty... A stare full of nails... The roulette ball... Rolls alone on the wheel... A mind full of fire... And a fistful of steel! And if the vibe was suicide, then you would push the bu*ton But if you're bowin down, then LET ME DO THE CUTTIN!! YEEEEEEEE-YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!! Wit' a fistful of steel! UGH!! C'mon! UGH!! Wit' a FISTFUL OF STEEL! UGH!