Zack de la Rocha - March of d**h lyrics

[Sample] Rock and roll music is the main weapon [Intro] Check One two Alright, bust it [Verse 1] I was born with the voice of a riot, a storm Lightning the function, the form Far from the norm, won't follow like cattle I'm more like a catalyst; calm in the mix of battle Who let the cowboy on the saddle? He don't know a missile from a gavel Para terror troopin' flippin' loops of d**h upon innocent flesh But I'm back in the cipher my foes and friends With a verse and a pen, against a line I won't toe or defend Instead I curse at murderous men in suits of professionals who act like animals Man child, ruthless and wild Who gonna chain this beast back on the leash? This[?] Texas Führer, for sure a, compa**ion-less con usurper Lethal needle to the poor. The cure for crime is murder? Well I was born with the voice of a riot, a storm Lightning the function, the form Far from the norm, won't follow like cattle I'm more like a catalyst; calm in the mix of battle Who let the cowboy on the saddle? He don't know a missile from a gavel On the left, on the left, left, right, left [x3] (But it's just a march of d**h) [Sample] Okay, you're lookin' good, you might bend just a little left, just a little left, about 170 I read the news today, oh boy, a snap shot of a midnight ploy Vex the powerless, devour my hours I'm motionless with no rest Cause the scream now holds the sky, under another high-tech drive-by A lie is a lie is a God A government's a condor of war, nothing more Islam peace, Islam stare into my eyes brother please off our knees To beef now we feed their disease, interlocked our hands across seas What is a flag is a rag is a shroud out loud, outside a faceless crowd A cowering child just took her last breath, one snare (one snare) in the march of d**h On the left, on the left, left, right, left [x3] (But it's just a march of d**h) Here it comes the sound of terror from above He flex his Texas twisted tongue The poor lined up to k** in desert slums For oil that boil beneath the desert sun Now we spit flame, we flip this game All the targets are taking aim All targets are taking aim We're the targets, they're taking aim