Yeah people come up
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Yeah, we better turn tha bass up on this one
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Check it, since 1516 minds attacked and overseen
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Now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream
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Wit their borders and boots on top of us
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Pullin' knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis
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But how you gonna get what you need ta get?
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Tha gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like Tet
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Tha fifth sun sets get back reclaim
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Tha spirit of Cuahtemoc alive an untamed
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Now face tha funk now blastin' out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica
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That vulture came ta try and steal ya name
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But now you got a gun, yeah this is for the people of the sun
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It's comin' back around again!
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This is for the people of the sun!
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It's comin' back around again! Uh!
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It's comin' back around again!
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This is for the people of the sun!
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It's comin' back around again! Uh!
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Yeah, neva forget that tha wip snapped ya back
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Ya spine cracked for tobacco, oh I'm the Marlboro man, uh
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Our past blastin' on through the verses
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Brigades of taxi cabs rollin' Broadway like hearses
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Troops strippin' zoots, shots of red mist,
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Sailors blood on tha deck, come sista resist
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From tha era of terror check this photo lens,
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Now tha city of angels does the ethnic cleanse
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Uh, heads bobbin' to tha funk out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica
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That vulture came to try and steal ya name
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But now you found a gun, you're history, this is for the people of the sun
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It's comin' back around again!
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This is for the people of the sun!
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It's comin' back around again! Yeah!
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It's comin' back around again!
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This is for the people of the sun!
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It's comin' back around again!
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It's comin' back around again!
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This is for the people of the sun!
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It's comin' back around again!
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It's comin' back around again!
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This is for the people of the sun!
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It's comin' back around!
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Of the sun
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People Of The Sun (Original, as on Bombs & Bullets)
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Bastard son is in, swimin' in a sea of funk
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Clear the lane, I'm gonna have to dunk ya
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Up and down like a donut in a caffeinated drink
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So take the sink, I'll take ya to the brink
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Check the rugged style I flip (some versions say "bring")
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If the price is right, I'll take you on a trip
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In my old school '62, two-tone white and blue
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One that ya never wanna step to
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Face my baseline, feel the earth quaking
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Sweat is on site at appamatox
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Mistakin' for my culture
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White boys who came and tried to steal my name
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But now I got a gun, this is for the people of the sun!
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This is for the people of the sun!
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It's coming back around again!
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Yeah it's coming back around again!
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This is for the people of the sun!
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Yeah
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I'm not a silent one, I'm a defiant one,
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Never the normal one, 'cause I'm the bastard's son
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Trip the way before the sky gives birth
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And now I trip the way from mother earth
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I'm tearin' off a, big fat chunk of the funk
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Clear the lane I gotta dunk, never smoke the skunk
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Or the cest
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The Humboldt, the showman of the buddha
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Gotta product six shooter, so fuck the hoota
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Face the baselines feel the earth quakin
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Sweat is on site at appamatox
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Mistaken for my culture,
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White boys who came and tried to steal my name
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But now I got a gun, this is for the people of the sun!
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It's coming back around again!
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This is for the people of the sun!
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It's coming back around again!
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Yeah it's coming back around again!
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This is for the people of the sun!
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For the sun!
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PEOPLE OF THE SUN (Rage Against The Machine)
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