This is war with no weapons Marching with no stepping Murder with no killing Illin’ every direction First / no sequel Do the math / no equal John with no Yoko: More power less people And no I’m not afraid of that Print it in your paperback Every rap is made in fact to act as a delayed attack Every phrase a razor blade that’s saved until they play it back To slay and leave ’em laying on the pavement Bang Fade to black
In the wastelands of today Where there’s nothing left to lose And there’s nothing more to take But you force yourself to choose In the wastelands of today Where tomorrow disappears While the future slips away And your hope turns into fear In the wastelands of today
Roll credits you get it the show’s done They’re talking for just talking but meaning, they got none None of ’em come proper they talk like a shotgun but How many got bred with integrity / not one / so no I’m not afraid to see you suckers hold a blade to me Ain’t a way to shake the ground I built before you came to be Take it how you take it / I’m the opposite of vacancy And this is not negotiation ya’ll can hate and wait and see