Lirik Lagu No War - Esham
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You wanna party at the club? (There's a war going on out there)You wanna roll around on dubs? (Smell the anthrax in the air)You wanna hate it all, no love? (Full fueled flight on US Air)Just wait and watch out for the scuds (Nine eleven, I was there)
Hut, two, three, four, No War!Hut, two, three, four, No War!Hut, two, three, four, No War!Hut, two, three, four, No War!
This boy is not a soldierSomebody should'a told yaI'm striking like a cobraThe rap game now is overI shot up homeboy's RoverWith fifty shots to fold youYou screaming for YejovaYou wish your momma hold youJust wanna be a roller, money like Tommy MatolaFrom slanging yoca cola, started off by moving bouldersThe world is getting colder, shake them haters off my shouldersI say I'm 730, they tell me I'm bi-polarYou go tell Uncle Sam "No war in Afghanistan"Or Iraq, or Iran, many people dying manShots go off in BethlehamEven in JerusalemChristians killing Mus-a-limsTell me what you doing man?
You wanna party at the club? (There's a war going on out there)You wanna roll around on dubs? (Smell the anthrax in the air)You wanna hate it all, no love? (Full-fueled flight on US Air)Just wait and watch out for the scuds (Nine-eleven, I was there)
Hut, two, three, four, No War!Hut, two, three, four, No War!Hut, two, three, four, No War!Hut, two, three, four, No War!
We caught up in the struggleSit back watch the water bubbleLock us up for drugs you smuggleDetroit hustlers paying doubleNow the whole country's in troubleGas prices sky highPeople scared to fly on planesWhy Aliyah have to die?Terrorized, civilizedPeople living evil livesYou can see it in their eyesFire falling from the skysNowhere to run and hideEverybody's gonna dieYou can duct tape all your windowsBut the smell is still inside
[Jumpsteady]"We were up there eight months. We were living in the desert drinking hot-ass water, one hundred and forty degree weather. Wondering whether we were going to live or die, day to day, man. It was real stressful over there. So, anyway, I had this boy, right? His name was Rennisson. Basicly what happened with him is, he got out of the army before the Gulf War kicked off, and uhh, you know everybody thought he was safe, but he joined the reserves. Next thing we know, we hear he's right over there with us but in another unit. So, you know, we're like "Aw hell yeah, Rennisson's here too, man. I hope he's alright." Next thing we know BAM! He's fucking dead, man. The scud missiles came and took him and his boys out. Next thing you know, we're all tripping like "Oh shit!" That's when it struck us, man. This shit is for real. We can die at any time, man."
Hut, two, three, four, No War!Hut, two, three, four, No War!Hut, two, three, four, No War!Hut, two, three, four, No War!
This boy is not a soldierSomebody should'a told yaI'm striking like a cobraThe rap game now is overI shot up homeboy's RoverWith fifty shots to fold youYou screaming for YejovaYou wish your momma hold youJust wanna be a roller, money like Tommy MatolaFrom slanging yoca cola, started off by moving bouldersThe world is getting colder, shake them haters off my shouldersI say I'm 730, they tell me I'm bi-polarYou go tell Uncle Sam "No war in Afghanistan"Or Iraq, or Iran, many people dying manShots go off in BethlehamEven in JerusalemChristians killing Mus-a-limsTell me what you doing man?
You wanna party at the club? (There's a war going on out there)You wanna roll around on dubs? (Smell the anthrax in the air)You wanna hate it all, no love? (Full-fueled flight on US Air)Just wait and watch out for the scuds (Nine-eleven, I was there)
Hut, two, three, four, No War!Hut, two, three, four, No War!Hut, two, three, four, No War!Hut, two, three, four, No War!
We caught up in the struggleSit back watch the water bubbleLock us up for drugs you smuggleDetroit hustlers paying doubleNow the whole country's in troubleGas prices sky highPeople scared to fly on planesWhy Aliyah have to die?Terrorized, civilizedPeople living evil livesYou can see it in their eyesFire falling from the skysNowhere to run and hideEverybody's gonna dieYou can duct tape all your windowsBut the smell is still inside
[Jumpsteady]"We were up there eight months. We were living in the desert drinking hot-ass water, one hundred and forty degree weather. Wondering whether we were going to live or die, day to day, man. It was real stressful over there. So, anyway, I had this boy, right? His name was Rennisson. Basicly what happened with him is, he got out of the army before the Gulf War kicked off, and uhh, you know everybody thought he was safe, but he joined the reserves. Next thing we know, we hear he's right over there with us but in another unit. So, you know, we're like "Aw hell yeah, Rennisson's here too, man. I hope he's alright." Next thing we know BAM! He's fucking dead, man. The scud missiles came and took him and his boys out. Next thing you know, we're all tripping like "Oh shit!" That's when it struck us, man. This shit is for real. We can die at any time, man."
