[Flame] 🔥 Rage Against the Machine - Fistful of Steel Lyrics
[Intro]
 Huh!
 Check it
 Uh!
[Verse 1]
 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 button
 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 with a fistful of steel
 Yeah
[Chorus]
 And mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel
 With a fistful of steel
 (‘Cause I know the power of the question)
 With a fistful of steel
 With a fistful of steel
 (And I won’t stop ’cause I know the power of the question)
[Verse 2]
 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 bastard son
 With the visions of the move, vocals not to soothe
 But to ignite and put in flight my sense of militance
 Groovin’, playin’ that 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 with a fistful of steel
 Yeah
[Chorus]
 And mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel
 With a fistful of steel
 (‘Cause I know the power of the question)
 With a fistful of steel
 With a fistful of steel
 (And I won’t stop ’cause I know the power of the question)
 Aw shit
[Post-Chorus]
 (And I won’t stop, ’cause I know the power of the question!)
[Refrain]
 And if the vibe was suicide, then you would push the button
 But if you’re bowin’ down, then let me do the cuttin’
 Yeah
 Come on
[Bridge]
 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 button
 But if you’re bowin’ down, then let me do the cuttin’
[Outro]
 Yeah
 With a fistful of steel, uh
 Come on
 Uh, with a fistful of steel
 Uh