Yeah! The war zone. Who you fighting for?

[Verse [bad word] 
It's funk to rhythm and punk to rock
loud like shot [bad word] from a glock
Pick up your [bad word] from the spot
Revolution jumping in the parking lot [bad word] is so hot that the sun watch
Children by the window with the gun [bad word] they could get robbed and stop the luck (?)
Monkeys dance around for MTV spots
I lock into a....
rock into a rhythm of street and ancient wisdom
Experiment in stereo loud so crank the system
For the humble on the path I paint a vision
How far will a [bad word] go just for attention
And to be remembered, you forgot the mission
Listen!
 [bad word]  Laetitia Sadier]
All traces of life
in our gats we carry
that's used to dress humanity [bad word] ] it's a New [bad word] on!)

[Sung in French]
All traces of life
in our gats we carry
that's used to dress humanity [bad word] ] it's a New Wave, Dig it!)

[Sung in French]
This life is precious
it's [bad word]  marvelous
before it ever ends [bad word] ] it's a New [bad word] on!)

This life is precious
it's [bad word]  marvelous
before it ever ends [bad word]  [bad word] on [bad word] on!)

[Verse [bad word] 
I lay terror in this era like Che Guevera
for the people to make or wait it's better
in a room called real I stay forever
Everyday I lose something I gain forever
Meditate on how I can change the weather
My brainstorm for some it's like (?) umbrella
where bullets and lies both spray together
My mind scream like Al Green "Let's Stay Together"
How could a [bad word] be so scared of change
That's what you hustle for, for the currency exchange
Ya'll rich, we could beef curry in the game
out your mouth, ain't nobody hurrying my name
You seen what happened when [bad word] go BANG
Wouldn't have a shot, even at a gun range
Seen hype [bad word] fame against the grain [bad word] main-stream
It all seems mundane in the scope of thangs
 [bad word] 

[Verse [bad word] 
From a land of [bad word] talk, boy stars and pitch forks
didn't really see white until I went North
Getting bent on backyards, wishing in the air for a black god
Where people fix cars and clap hard
and look to the stars for rap jobs
I walk through the black fog with reflectors on my boots
smelling war near, I'm connected with the troops
that master anger and ain't afraid to shoot
through poured liquor fallen angels they salute (Whew! Whew!)
Feel the wind blow
new wave- people with their hair trimmed low
It's two ways living in this world of techno
This age can't really save the ghetto
I pause for the rebels who rock heavy metals
and tell them that they're pharoh so let [bad word] on!
 [bad word]