Zack de la Rocha Goes Hard On New Solo Single

Zack de la Rocha is back on the musical scene with a tremendous new single.


“Digging For Windows”, released on September 8th is de la Rocha’s first flagship marker of more to come since his days with Rage Against The Machine.
After Rage Against The Machine’s split, the poetic microphone fiend’s last complete EP appearance was with Mars Volta’s Jon Theodore on the band’s self-titled 5 song, “One Day As A Lion”.
Since, de la Rocha has appeared on collaborative efforts with the likes of Deltron 3030’s second concept LP, as well as Run The Jewels’ latest album, “Run The Jewels 2”. The single, “Closed You Eyes (And Count To Fuck)” helped launch Run The Jewels into the hip-hop stratosphere.

EL-P, who is half of the hip-hop power duo Run The Jewels, produced “Digging For Windows”.

With a steady beat, riffs, and lyrics that go hard, it seems de la Rocha has finally found a signature sound to present to the world.

“Digging For Windows” was released as a free download.

The thought-provoking cover art entitled, “Fireworks For The Infant Jesus” was created by the late Manuel Alvarez Bravo, according to thanks on the MC’s twitter page.

According to EL-P, de la Rocha’s yet to be named solo album is set for a 2017 release.


Spotlight by: Tiffany Cuthrell



“Digging For Windows” lyrics:

Fuck that bright shit
The spot of the flashlights
We in L.A. ducking both
In the shadows with lead pipes
The days are all night

See if I pay Edison
No medicine
These blues ain’t more better when
My fever rise in the jungle
As quick as the price spikes
The days are all night
Yeah, they all night

My future snapped like a rubber band
Off my fold on a hand to hand
He drew from his waist
I put two in his roof
And I can still hear his screams
All night
These days are all night

Now they ride their portfolios
Like rodeos
Rise every time my cherry glows
On the end of my cig as
The smoke blows through the bars
And the co’s laugh fades
As he strolls away
Says I gotta pay
Off that roll away
Or it’s fuck your visitation days
So I pop off and in solitaire
I dream of offing these Fred Astaires
And the skin off my fingers tear
We digging for windows here
Where the days are all night
All night

This city’s a trap my partner
Under the lights of they choppers
Bodies tools for they coffers
Not worth the cost of our coffins
I stare at a future so toxic
No trust in the dust of a promise
Won’t mark the name on a ballot
So they can be free to devour our options
And just like you I’m a target
Ill defined by the guap in my pocket
But the stage make figures
As quick as it off em
What Marley and Pac get?
I put these caps in capitals
Leave minds blazed in they capitols
I step with a fury so actual fact
that my offense could be capital

We digging for windows here



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