People Of The Sun (rage Against The Machine) Lyrics - Ween

Yeah people come up 

Yeah, we better turn tha bass up on this one 

Check it, since 1516 minds attacked and overseen 

Now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream 

Wit their borders and boots on top of us 

Pullin' knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis 

But how you gonna get what you need ta get? 

Tha gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like Tet 

Tha fifth sun sets get back reclaim 

Tha spirit of Cuahtemoc alive an untamed 

Now face tha funk now blastin' out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica 

That vulture came ta try and steal ya name 

But now you got a gun, yeah this is for the people of the sun 

It's comin' back around again! 

This is for the people of the sun! 

It's comin' back around again! Uh! 

It's comin' back around again! 

This is for the people of the sun! 

It's comin' back around again! Uh! 

Yeah, neva forget that tha wip snapped ya back 

Ya spine cracked for tobacco, oh I'm the Marlboro man, uh 

Our past blastin' on through the verses 

Brigades of taxi cabs rollin' Broadway like hearses 

Troops strippin' zoots, shots of red mist, 

Sailors blood on tha deck, come sista resist 

From tha era of terror check this photo lens, 

Now tha city of angels does the ethnic cleanse 

Uh, heads bobbin' to tha funk out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica 

That vulture came to try and steal ya name 

But now you found a gun, you're history, this is for the people of the sun 

It's comin' back around again! 

This is for the people of the sun! 

It's comin' back around again! Yeah! 

It's comin' back around again! 

This is for the people of the sun! 

It's comin' back around again! 

It's comin' back around again! 

This is for the people of the sun! 

It's comin' back around again! 

It's comin' back around again! 

This is for the people of the sun! 

It's comin' back around! 

Of the sun 

People Of The Sun (Original, as on Bombs & Bullets) 

Bastard son is in, swimin' in a sea of funk 

Clear the lane, I'm gonna have to dunk ya 

Up and down like a donut in a caffeinated drink 

So take the sink, I'll take ya to the brink 

Check the rugged style I flip (some versions say "bring") 

If the price is right, I'll take you on a trip 

In my old school '62, two-tone white and blue 

One that ya never wanna step to 

Face my baseline, feel the earth quaking 

Sweat is on site at appamatox 

Mistakin' for my culture 

White boys who came and tried to steal my name 

But now I got a gun, this is for the people of the sun! 

This is for the people of the sun! 

It's coming back around again! 

Yeah it's coming back around again! 

This is for the people of the sun! 

Yeah 

I'm not a silent one, I'm a defiant one, 

Never the normal one, 'cause I'm the bastard's son 

Trip the way before the sky gives birth 

And now I trip the way from mother earth 

I'm tearin' off a, big fat chunk of the funk 

Clear the lane I gotta dunk, never smoke the skunk 

Or the cest 

The Humboldt, the showman of the buddha 

Gotta product six shooter, so fuck the hoota 

Face the baselines feel the earth quakin 

Sweat is on site at appamatox 

Mistaken for my culture, 

White boys who came and tried to steal my name 

But now I got a gun, this is for the people of the sun! 

It's coming back around again! 

This is for the people of the sun! 

It's coming back around again! 

Yeah it's coming back around again! 

This is for the people of the sun! 

For the sun!