Lyrics | Song | % Correct |
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Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses | Killing in the Name | 93%
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Rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells | Bulls on Parade | 90%
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Transmission, third World War, third round / A decade of the weapon of sound above ground | Guerrilla Radio | 78%
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Born with insight and a raised fist / A witness to the slit wrist / As we move into '92 / Still in a room without a view | Know Your Enemy | 73%
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And suckers be thinkin' that they can fake this / But, I'ma drop it at a higher level / 'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down, hand out some beat-downs | Bombtrack | 68%
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The world is my expense / The cost of my desire / Jesus blessed me with its future / And I protect it with fire | Sleep Now in the Fire | 68%
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Just victims of the in-house drive-by / They say jump, you say how high, yeah | Bullet in the Head | 67%
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He turned the power to the have-nots / And then came the shot | Wake Up | 63%
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The movie ran through me / The glamour subdue me / The tabloid untie me / I'm empty please fill me | Testify | 58%
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Turn on the radio - Nah, fuck it!! Turn it off! / Fear is your only god on the radio - Nah, fuck it!! Turn it off! | Vietnow | 54%
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These people ain't seen a, brown-skinned man / Since their grandparents bought one | Down Rodeo | 53%
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Check it, since fifteen hundred and sixteen, minds attacked and overseen / Now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream | People of the Sun | 47%
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Since the Prehistoric ages and the days of ancient Greece / Right down through the Middle Ages / Planet earth kept going through changes | Renegades of Funk | 47%
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And The highway is alive tonight / Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes | The Ghost of Tom Joad | 33%
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To the Young R to the E, the B to the E, the L / Never give up, just live up | Mic Check | 32%
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Jump behind the bush when you see me driving by' / Hanging out my window, and my magnum taking out some putos | How I Could Just Kill a Man | 30%
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I got no property but yo I'm a piece of it / So let the guilty hang | Year of tha Boomerang | 30%
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I be walkin' god like a dog, my narrative, fearless / My word war returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris | Calm Like a Bomb | 29%
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