No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now

we're the renegades in this atomic age
this atomic age of renegades

we're the renegades in this atomic age
this atomic age of renegades

Since the Prehistoric ages and the days of ancient Greece
Right down through the Middle Ages
Planet earth kept going through changes
And then the renaissance came, the times continued to change
Nothing stayed the same, but there were always renegades
Like Chief Sitting Bull, Tom Paine
Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcolm X
They were renegades of their time and age
The mighty Renegades

We're the renegades of funk
(funk!)
We're the renegades of funk
(funk!)

We're the renegades of funk
(funk!)
We're the renegades of funk
(funk!)

From a different solar system many many galaxies away
We are the force of another creation
A new musical revelation
And we're on this musical mission to help the others listen
And groove from land to land singin' electronic chants like
Zulu nation
Revelations
Destroy all nations(x6)

Now renegades are the people with their own philosophies
They change the course of history
Everyday people like you and me
We're the renegades, we're the people
With our own philosophies
We change the course of history
Everyday people like you and me
C'mon!

We're the renegades of funk
(funk!)
We're the renegades of funk
(funk!)

We're the renegades of funk
(funk!)
We're the renegades of funk
(funk!)

We're poppin', shockin', rockin', put a side of hip-hop
Because where we're goin' there ain't no stop
Poppin', shockin', rockin', put' a side of hip-hop
Because where we're goin' there ain't no stop
We Poppin',and shockin',and rockin', and put a side of hip-hop!
'Cause we're poppin', shockin', rockin' put a side of hip-hop
Poppin', shockin', rockin', put a side of hip-hop!

We're the renegades of funk
(funk!)
We're the renegades of funk
(funk!)

We're the renegades of funk
(funk!)
We're the renegades of funk
(funk!)

We're teachers of the funk
And not of empty popping
We're blessed with the force and the sight of electronics
With the bass, and the treble the horns and our vocals
'Cause everytime I pop into the beat we get fresh!

There was a time when our music
Was something called a Big Street beat
People would gather from all around
To get down to the big sound
You had to be a renegade in those days
Take command of the dance floor

Say jam sucka!(JAM SUCKA)
Say jam sucka!(JAM SUCKA)
Say groove sucka (GROOVE SUCKA)
Now groove sucka (GROOVE SUCKA)
Say dance sucka (DANCE SUCKA)
Say dance sucka (DANCE SUCKA)
Say move sucka (MOVE SUCKA)
Now move sucka (MOVE SUCKA)
(x2)

We're the renegades of funk (funk)
We're the renegades of funk (funk)

We're the renegades of funk (funk)
We're the renegades of funk (funk)

We're the renegades of funk (funk)
We're the renegades of funk (funk)

We're the renegades of funk (funk)
We're the renegades of funk (funk)

Uggh!
Pull, pull
Wuh! (Sung sorta like Michael Jackson)
Come on!
Uggh!
Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
All live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think

Yeah!
Come on!
The militant poet in once again, check it

It's set up like a deck of cards
They're sending us to early graves
For all the diamonds
They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades
With poetry I paint the pictures that hit
More like the murals that fit
Don't turn away
Get in front of it

Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic-tac-toe?

Yo, check the diagonal
Three brothers gone
Come on
Doesn't that make it three in a row?

Spoken quietly: "Anger is a gift"

Come on!
Uggh!

(Guitar solo)

Drop that!
Uggh!
Come on
Yeah
Uggh

Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic-tac-toe?

Yo, check the diagonal
Three million gone
Come on
'Cause you know they're counting backwards to zero

Environment
The environment exceeding on the level
Of our unconciousness
For example
What does the billboard say?
Come and play!, come and play!
Forget about the movement

Spoken quietly: "Anger is a gift"

Yeeeaaahhhh!
Uggh!
Awww, bring that shit in!
Uggh!
Hey!

Freedom...yea...
Freedom...yea right...
Freedom...yeeeaaahhh!
Freedom!
Yeeeaaahhh!
Freedom!
Yea right!
Freedom!
Yeeeaaahhh!
Freedom!
Yea!
Right!

Ryujiyと幕張いったなー。

Transmission third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
No shelter if youre looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
Silent play in the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The cameras eyes on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
Yes a spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins, stole your eyes
All the fistagons the bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above fuck it cut the cord

Lights out guerilla Radio
Turn that shit up

Contact I highjacked the frequencies
Blockin the beltway
Move on DC
Way past the days of bombin MCs
Sound off Mumia guan be free
Who gottem yo check the federal file
All you pen devils know the trial was vile
Army of pigs try to silence my style
Off em all out that box its my radio dial

Lights out guerilla Radio
Turn that shit up

It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here
What better time than nowAll hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us nowAll hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now 

Rage covered a Clash's hot song.