Taking Back The Rhythm

Go ahead and badge me president
 Of not giving into music's bullshit
 And while you're at it why don't you just say
 The scene's been dead since you last heard me say
 In the scene I stand, I'm surronded by a book
 A list of things I'm not, rebellion models think I should
 Be what they are, what they want me to be
 Now what the fuck is that, would you accept me? Me? No!
 Go ahead and burn your radio
 Or listen to their crap until it shows
 And while you're at it why don't you just say
 The scene's been soft since you last heard me say
 Can't you see your music's based on rebellion
 Not, to follow all the rules, but to create like those who did it back then
 Keep it the same, no progress, yeah you're fine the way it is
 Well, if you lock us up, then when will you let us out?
 It's midnight in the city
 I'm two blocks from downtown
 My back pack's full of fliers
 I'm gonna save the sound
 They're stripping down the culture
 They're dumbing down the arts
 They're robbing us of music, yeah
 They're robbing us of us
 I finally quit my job, yeah
 Quote me when I say
 I'm gonna take 'em on
 I'm my own D.J. runaway
 I'm sittin' on the curb
 Torn paper in my hand
 From the pen to my voice
 To your ears to your voice
 I'm taking back the rhythm
 I'm taking back the song
 I'm gonna show 'em up, yeah
 And it won't take me that long
 It's scary when I'm focused
 It's a scary flat out brawl
 It's scary that these kids these days
 They crazy have no balls
 So I'm going to the clubs
 Where what I hear is right
 Their big money don't intimidate me
 Forever I will write
 Let's show 'em that we mean it
 Let's show 'em we won't die
 Let's all plug right in and point our amps at the sky
 Bam!
 Go ahead and burn your radio