Rage Against The Machine
Calm Like A Bomb
The Battle Of Los Angeles (1999)

Drop A - AADGBe

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                                                                   w/ Oh feel the funk blast
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b^  x 4  w/ basse wah-wah  b  bab d\                  (embarque) 

            Oh feel the funk blast, yo yo yo..., check it out yo yo yo

I be walkin' god like a dog, my narrative, fearless
My word war returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris   w/ b^  x 4  w/ basse b  bab d\
Like Steel from a furnace, I was born landless
This is tha native son, born of Zapata's guns

  Stroll through tha shanties and tha cities remains
  Same bodies buried hungry but with different last names  w/ basse b  bab bab bab  
  These vultures rob everything leave nothing but chains
  Pick a point on tha globe, yes tha pictures tha same

There's a bank there's a church a myth and a hearse         
A mall and a loan a child dead at birth                     
There's a widow pig parrot, a rebel to tame             
A whitehooded judge, a syringe and a vein 

    b  x 32  <  w/ And tha riot be tha rhyme of tha unheard

    a b xxx                                          a b a \b  b  b  d d^
        What ya say, what ya say, what ya say, what?                      x 4

                     a bxxd  b xxxd  b  a bxxd  b  A5 (r) D5 B5  x 4
    Calm like a bomb (Ignite...)

This ain't subliminal, feel tha critical mass approach horizon
Tha pulse of tha condemned sound off America's demise
Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker yes I spit fire
Hope lies in tha smoldering rubble of empires

  Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains
  Tha same bodies buried hungry but with different last names
  These vultures rob everyone leave nothing but chains
  Pick a point here at home, yes tha picture's tha same

There's a field full of slaves, some corn and some debt
There's a ditch full of bodies, tha check for tha rent
There's a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone
Tha numb black screen that be feelin' like home

    Refrain

b  b  b  b  b g   x 4
e! e! e! e! dddd

basse  b  bab d\  x 8  w/ b^^  x 4  (f♯)  x 4  effets 

    Calm like a bomb (Ignite...)  x 4  (reste)  3e: < 

(beat)
There's a mass without roofs, there's a prison to fill
There's a country's soul that reads post no bills        x 2
There's a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
There's a right to obey and there's a right to kill