[Verse 1: Your Old Droog] Never stood on line for retros And I only went to college to get hoes Didn't even get the credits I was supposed to get My scumbag friends was the only a**ociates Word to mother As a kid, I just wanted that first Rage LP with dude burning on the cover Just copped one yesterday as a memento Bout to hit them with that Zach de la O speech impediment flow, ayo The track bomb, m'mellow Used to rage like Tom Morello, now I'm a calmer fellow Don't gotta yell every bar, line Still automobile jack cat named Carmine, make his car mine Go from being a car villain To watching James Carville Down in Brazil Amy Holmes roam hoods like I'm anonymous still In your project like the Human Genome I'm a G, you're a gnome No more steaming dutch leaves, hold the weed in my fist What you doing? Chilling, lamping Being an unabashed hedonist Getting smart off the Rage Against the Machine reading list Rage [x12] [Verse 2: Your Old Droog] Never cared too much for Adolf Or a president who smiled real good and played golf I get smart getting dome from your moms, G With phones on, call me [Phone] Chomsky When I was 10, I stole 20 out my grandma's purse Purchased Rage's CD with it, said I found it by the church They was anti-capitalist Thought it was dope how the lead singer had dreads and rapped with a lisp My moms caught my Evil Empire tape Shoulda threw it down the fire escape Still forced myself to like it, felt cornered But the one that I wanted, had No Shelter on it Bought the Godzilla soundtrack Listened to it with headphones that went around the back "Forthright culture, Americana" I wonder what they have to say about Eric Garner Why did Bush knock down the towers? Why ya mans had to climb that tower, at the VMAs? From that first album with the burning monk To Renegades of Funk We love Rage [x13] (Your humor is a gift) (You heard? Ju heard? Ju herd?)