Lyrics Your Old Droog

Your Old Droog

Rage Against The Machine

(Your Old Droog)

Never stood on line for retros

And I only went to college to get hoes

Didn't even get the credits I was supposed to get

My scumbag friends was the only associates

Word to mother

As a kid, I just wanted that first Rage LP with dude burning on the cover

Just caught one yesterday as a memento

Bout to hit them with that Zach de la O speech impediment flow, ayo

The track bomb, I'm mellow

Used to rage like Tom Morello, now I'm a calmer fellow

Don't gotta yell every bar, line

Still automobile jack cat named Carmine, make his car mine

Go from being a car villain

To watching James [?]

Down in Brazil

Amy Holmes roam hoods like I'm anonymous still

In your project like the Human Genome

I'm a G, you're a gnome

No more steaming dutch leaves, hold the weed in my fist

What you doing? Chilling, lamping

Being an unabashed hedonist

Getting smart off the Rage Against the Machine reading list

Rage (12x)

(Your Old Droog)

Never cared too much for Adolf

Or a president who smiled real good and played golf

I get smart getting dome from your moms, G

With [?] on, call me [?] Chomsky

When I was 10, I stole 20 out my grandma's purse

Purchased Rage's CD with it, said I found it by the church

They was anti-capitalist

Thought it was dope how the lead singer had dreads and rapped with a lisp

My moms caught my Evil Empire tape

Shoulda threw it down the fire escape

Still forced myself to like it, felt cornered

But the one that I wanted, had No Shelter on it

Bought the Godzilla soundtrack

Listened to it with headphones that went around the back

"Forthright culture, Americana"

I wonder what they have to say about Eric Garner

Why did Bush knock down the towers?

Why ya mans had to climb that tower, at the VMAs?

From that first album with the burning monk

To Renegades of Funk

We love

Rage (12x)

(Your humor is a gift)