voici les paroles de deux chansons que l'on trouvons indispensable au ratm car elle sont très explicites...et nous ne mettons que ces deux parole car les autres tu pourra les trouver ds les album de ratm...ces deux chanson sont Fuck tha police et Killng in the name......nous ne faisons pas de commentaire car nous croyons que l'on peux s'en passer...
 

FUCK THA POLICE
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Good Evening,

We want to just quickly send a nice friendly message
to uh, Fraternal Order of Police in Philadelphia.

Here's something nice and friendly,
Here's something nice and friendly,
Here's something nice and friendly,
and it goes something like this.

Fuck tha police,
Comin straight from the underground.
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown,
And not the other color so police think,
They have the authority to kill a minority.

Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one,
For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun,
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail.
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell.

Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager,
With a little bit of gold and a pager.
Searchin my car, lookin for the product.
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics.

You'd rather see me in the pen,
Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo.
Beat tha police outta shape,
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape,
To mark off the scene of the slaughter.
No controller, bread and water.

A young nigga on a warpath,
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath,
Of cops, dyin in L. A.

Yo, I got somethin to say.
Fuck the police,
Comon! Off, What?
Fuck the police,
Yeah!
Comon!
Fuck tha police,
Yeah.

Fuck The police,
Comin straight from the underground.
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown,
And not the other color so police think,
They have the authority to kill a minority.

Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one,
For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun,
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail.
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell.

Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager,
With a little bit of gold and a pager.
Searchin my car, lookin for the product.
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics.

You'd rather see me in the pen,
Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo.
Beat tha police outta shape,
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape,
To mark off the scene of the slaughter.
No controller, bread and water.

I don't know if they fags or what,
Search a nigga down and grabbin in the nuts.
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none.
But don't let it be a black and a white one.
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top,
Black police showin out for the white cop.

Yeah, my brothas will swarm,
On any mutha fucka in a blue uniform.
Just cuz we in Washington D.C, punk police are afraid of me.
Hey!

Punk on a warpath,
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath,
Of cops, dyin in L. A.

Hey yo, We got somethin to say.
Fuck the police,
Comon, sing that shit,
Right now,
Comon!
Comon!
One more time,
Here we go, here we go,
Comon!
One More, We gotta do it, right now,
Yeah,
Check it out.
 
 
 

Killing in the name
 
                                                  Killing in the name of!
                                 Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses
                                 Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses
                                 Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses
                                 Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses
                                                          Huh!
                                                  Killing in the name of!
                                                   Killing in the name of
                                        And now you do what they told ya (11 times)
                                             But now you do what they told ya
                                             Well now you do what they told ya
                         Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
                           You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
                         Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
                           You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
                                 Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses
                                 Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses
                                 Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses
                                 Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses
                                                          Uggh!
                                                  Killing in the name of!
                                                   Killing in the name of
                                         And now you do what they told ya (4 times)
                             And now you do what they told ya, now you're under control (7 times)
                                            And now you do what they told ya!
                         Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
                           You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
                         Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
                           You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
                                                        Come on!
                                              (Guitar solo: 'Yeah! Come on!')
                              Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me (8 times building to a shout)
                              Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me! (8 times screamed/shouted)
                                                      Motherfucker!
                                                          Uggh!