Rage Against The Machine--Mic Check
To tha young r to tha e tha b to tha e tha l
Never give up just live up
Fed upon america
We be spittin' it up
Rippin' it up
For an even amount in each cup
To my brothers burning bare feet on black top
Whose curled 'neath tha shadows
Form tha gaze of the cops
Whose huntin' for 9 to 5's through factory locks
Is now hunted on this modern day auction block
Flexin' and mashin'
With complex text
Fast and in a fashion
That snap back necks
Quicker than a fed cash tha company checks
Come with tha fire only marley could catch
This be tha flame in tha cellar beware
Nameless cold millions gaspin' for air
Those naked and wageless
Now scream within cages
They make you pull your shit
Just to get your share
With this mic device
I spit nonfiction
Who got tha power
This be my question
Tha mass of the few
In this torn nation?
Tha priest tha book or tha congregation?
Tha politricks who rob and hold down your zone?
Or those who give tha thieves tha key to their homes?
Tha pig who's free to murder one
Shucklak
Or survivors who make a move and murder one back?

Mic Check歌词

Rage Against The Machine

这支乐队于1991年在洛杉矶组建，核心人物、吉他手Tom Morello和主歌手Zack De La Rocha分别来自Lock Up和Inside Out乐队。他们早期创作的几首不俗的单曲以及一些给人印象很深的现场表演最终赢得了大牌唱片公司Epic的青睐并签下合约。随后乐队同Pearl Jam、Body Count、Tool和Suicidal Tendencies等乐队举行了一系列的同台演出，使乐队的知名度飞速上升。

Rage Against The Machine--Mic Check
To tha young r to tha e tha b to tha e tha l
Never give up just live up
Fed upon america
We be spittin' it up
Rippin' it up
For an even amount in each cup
To my brothers burning bare feet on black top
Whose curled 'neath tha shadows
Form tha gaze of the cops
Whose huntin' for 9 to 5's through factory locks
Is now hunted on this modern day auction block
Flexin' and mashin'
With complex text
Fast and in a fashion
That snap back necks
Quicker than a fed cash tha company checks
Come with tha fire only marley could catch
This be tha flame in tha cellar beware
Nameless cold millions gaspin' for air
Those naked and wageless
Now scream within cages
They make you pull your shit
Just to get your share
With this mic device
I spit nonfiction
Who got tha power
This be my question
Tha mass of the few
In this torn nation?
Tha priest tha book or tha congregation?
Tha politricks who rob and hold down your zone?
Or those who give tha thieves tha key to their homes?
Tha pig who's free to murder one
Shucklak
Or survivors who make a move and murder one back?