OutKast - War

War
OutKast
02:43
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Song lyrics

[Intro:]
Now get the fuck up off me, nigga!

[Verse 1: Big Boi]
As I struggle to keep my balance and composure,
I'm 'posed to propose a toast to players on every coasta,
The lyrical roller coaster, mind-bender,
'Stead of watchin these sucker MC's
I'm seein just how they lyin to the general population.
Don't be patient, get up and stand up for your life,
Don't you agree or understand we lost some rights at 11/9?
Come dumb, come young, come blind, unwind, confined
To the situation we facin, ‘cause in time tick-tick-boom!

Tick, boom! Tick-tick, boom!
Tick, boom! Tick-tick, boom!
Tick, boom! Tick-tick, boom!
Tick, boom! Tick-tick, boom!
You're gonna die here!
You're gonna die here!

[Verse 2: Big Boi]
When will we all awake up out this dream,
Come here and smell the Folgers, the soldiers are human beings,
Man actin as if he was the supreme being,
Clockin the souls of men out like he was G-O-D, and
W-A-R, there'll be no tomorrow but sorrow
And horror will follow the hollow hearts, battle for dollars.
Politicians, modern day magicians,
Physicians of death, more health care for poor health,
Who makin us ill, they makin us kill,
That's makin me spill my guts.
Chill, Big, lay in the cut!
For what? I refuse to sit in the backseat and get handled,
Like I do nothin' all day but sit around watch the Cartoon Channel,
I rap about the Presidential election and the scandal
That followed, and we all watched the nation, as it swallowed
And chalked it up, basically America, you got fucked!
The media shucked and jived, now we stuck, damn!

I hold my head!
I hold my head!
I hold my head!
I hold my head!
You're gonna die here!
You're gonna die here!

[Verse 3: Big Boi]
Operation Anaconda, ask yourself
Was it full of bleeps and blunders, did they ever find Osama?
And why in the fuck did Daniel Pearl have to pay the price
For his life and his wife, plead twice?
See Al-Amin got life and Fred got dead, Hampton,
To dampen the dream of all the Panthers,
They got they answer for ransom,
As we read together, as we dream together,
Count your blessings whenever you feel that things won't be no better.
But it got to, you gave me this microphone so I must rock you
Your brainwaves, airwaves, energized and shocked you,
Y'all got me, well, I got y'all, long as I know y'all listenin,
I'mma always bring food for thought to the table in the kitchen,
Now eat, nigga!