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Aztlan Underground | Blood On Your Hands
Hailing from the hardcore streets of Lost Angeles, Aztlan Underground have been rockin' the microphone with their unique urban sound of funk 'n fury since the early 1990's. Merging the power of rock and the soul of hip-hop with the roots of indigenous traditional music, Aztlan's use of indigenous instruments sets them apart from other "heavy/hip-hop/rock" bands. This unique sound is the backdrop to the band's message of dignity for all indigenous peoples of the world. The band also touches on other important themes, including police brutality, American Imperialism, racism and the Zapatista (EZLN movement) Revolution of Chiapas, Mexico.
It is rare to come across bands who refuse to tone down their political beliefs as they develop a large and diverse following. Emerging from the Los Angeles underground, the band has cultivated a large grassroots audience across the United Snakes of America, through both touring and word of mouth. Aztlan have been featured in various independent films such as Digital Aztlan's Latin Hip-Hop documentary "Pass The Mic!" and have appeared numerously on national aired Television, including a pay-per-view concert in San Francisco with Run DMC. In the L.A. Weekly, L.A. Times, and BAM magazine, they are referred to as one of the strongest emerging bands from the Los Angeles music scene.
They have also toured in the Basque, Spain, and Portugal in Europe and opened up for Rage Against the Machine in Tenochtitlan in RATM's concert DVD titled "The Battle of Mexico City".
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Aztlan Underground - Blood on Your Hands Lyrics
The blood on your hands! The blood on your hands!
The blood on your hands stains the glory for which you stand
Sit back and listen to this devious tale
I'm talkin about the country from which you all hail
Built on the bodies of Indians and slaves
A story of destiny and the land that it craves
It happen to be genocide in the 1st degree
But now it's called American pride the land of the free
So when you wave your flag and tell me love it or leave it
You think of the price tag, revolution will see it
Comin around the corner and it can't be stopped
It's the big bad Mexican with the glock cocked
They slaughtered woman and children and at wounded knee
No conscience about Hiroshima or Nagasaki
The blood on your hands! The blood on your hands!
The blood on your hands stains the glory for which you stand
We live large in the United States
So you wonder why we want to smash the state
Well the answer is in the Zapatista wind
It lies in the facts that we're about to begin
We got hot running water and food on the plate
Which makes it difficult for you to feel irate
Ya live comfy, yeah that's how your livin!
Cuz survival to you, its just a given
While 3Z4's of the world are trying to stay alive
A country of color can barely survive
No hot running water or food on their plates
Marginal existence is their constant state
But its not because they can't, ya see they're not allowed
They get beat down by the US Mafia crowd
The CIA-FBI-IMF-crew
The world class multinational wrecking crew
So in the first world, you live like you do
Because the so-called third worlds are supporting you
Ya ask what is the motive? And what is the reason?
Well to the fat man powers always in season
Control means money and money means power
But to the real revolutionary we're waiting on the hour
To annihilate the rich, spread back to the poor
Terminate the pigs till it exists no more!!!!
Terminate the pigs till it exists no more!!!!
Terminate the pigs till it exists no more!!!!
The blood on your hands! The blood on your hands!
The blood on your hands stains the glory for which you stand
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