W.A.R. - Pharoahe Monch, Immortal Technique, Vernon Reid

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We are renegades, this means war

16s bust to break unjust laws

Overthrow regimes in the name of the cause

Renegades, never slaves, this means war

One-hundred percent uncut, raw

Fuck limited freedom, nigga, we want more

The machine is corrupted down to the core

Rebel army, motherfucker, this means war

I got a middle finger for mass media, mute the news

'Cause 'When The Gun Draws' received a million views

Which gives me the right to break the rules

Say, fuck radio if the people can’t pick and choose

While BET gets screwed by Viacom

The new revolutionary is shyaman

It’s not brush fire rap, it’s five alarm

Motivational music after I am gone

My inner visions, mysticism, call me Mr. Wisdom

They wanna turn the globe into a prison

And being sick is better than being dead

'Cause when you sick and in bed, you’re indebted to meds

Cloned chickens walking around without heads

The food is contaminated, the water got lead in it

Population control, make the babies sick

RFID chips, RU-486

This is a war against consciousness

Controlling your soul, sort of a psychological dictatorship

And we are on the front lines

Guilty as charged if intellect is a crime, said

We are renegades, this means war

16s bust to break unjust laws

Overthrow regimes in the name of the cause

Renegades, never slaves, this means war

One-hundred percent uncut, raw

Fuck limited freedom, nigga, we want more

The machine is corrupted down to the core

Rebel army, motherfucker, this means war

Alhamdulillah’s a spiritual calling

My alternate and we are still mourning

It’s not a documentary about global warming

This is lunar explosions of global warning

So when the moon leaves, you can’t tell night from morning

Cities submerged underwater post New Orleans

It’s not your average rap recording

This is insane lieutenants taking aim at Mormons

While the American dream remains dead and dormant

My stimuli’s supplied by my endorphins

The mind’s eye greater than pi and broadband

I break on through to the other side without doormen

It’s not The Doors, man

I am equipped with a better memory chip than dolphins

With more keys to open more doors than four foremen

To executive’s rooms where they walking on all fours, man

Canines standing upright amongst you

Hated by swine, spreading the H1N1 flu

On some rabies shit, RU-486

Population control, make the babies sick

This is a war against consciousness

Controlling your soul, sort of a psychological dictatorship

And I am on the front lines

Guilty as charged if intellect is a crime

We are renegades, this means war

16s bust to break unjust laws

Overthrow regimes in the name of the cause

Renegades, never slaves, this means war

One-hundred percent uncut, raw

Fuck limited freedom, nigga, we want more

The machine is corrupted down to the core

Rebel army, motherfucker, this means war