| The year is one nine eight to the four
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| Cus world leaders are waging a war
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| Called shock and awe for rapid world dominance
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| They’re lockin' jaws a rabbit dogs' common sense
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| Dad’s walkin' home, his baby girl by the hand
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| Askin' all kind of question can’t understand
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| Evil men going for the jugular vein
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| He feels troubled and shamed cus he couldn’t explain that…
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| War ain’t nothin' but a campaign
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| Freedom ain’t nothin' but a brand name
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| Why people gotta die, why we can’t change
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| That it’s all a part of the dirty mans game
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| But daddy ain’t that strange
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| Some people drinkin' nothin' but champagne
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| Others drinkin' dirty water from a bad drain
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| Is that also part of the kkkampain
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| Nahh, she didn’t stu-stu-studder mawfucker
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| Subconsciously she knows that the scud missiles and rockets
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| Are launched by the same white devils who used to fight rebels
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| In africa north and south america
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| It’s just a new era with new terminology
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| Thoroughly they’ve studied the human psychology
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| From colonies to far east, now follow me
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| Shock and awe ain’t nothin' but hiroshima nagasaki
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| Hitler’s blitzkrieg is desert storm
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| Same people dying, same red blood a flow’n
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| But when some people fight this war it’s a righteous war
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| Listen didn’t you hear me right before
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| I said it’s not a war it’s a campaign
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| And freedom can be bought it’s a brand name
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| Some people gotta die that’s a damn shame
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| Still it’s not a war it’s a kkkampain
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| Take a good look in your good book or your anarchist cookbook
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| Read the writings on the wall that the hoods from your hood put
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| Up for you to check like some travelin' truth-sayers
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| You can even check the babylon newspapers
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| As long as you know who wrote it and with what motive
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| I know KRS said it already I quoted
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| Not to prove a point but to get my point of view across
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| Cus I don’t know the truth of course
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| I’m only here to find out what’s true for me
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| And you too better find out what’s true for you
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| And overstand that they twist the words to fit the worst
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| Badminded people called mr bush
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| Dick cheney, donald rumsfeld, it’s enough
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| Todo mi gente en el mundo, listen up
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| Since they own the media they keep on deceivin' us
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| With a new language don’t believe me man, we live in this world…
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| Where war is campaign
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| And freedom ain’t nothin' but a brand name
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| Some people gotta die that’s a damn shame
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| Still we celebratin' drunk off the champagne
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| Though it’s obvious we just missed the last train
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| Big business politicians' on a rampage
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| And it’s too late now we can’t change
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| And it’s not a war it’s a kkkampain |