*featuring Laetitia Sadier
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Yeah! The war zone. Who you fighting for?
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[Verse 1: Common]
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It's funk to rhythm and punk to rock
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loud like shot that come from a glock
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Pick up your mind, run from the spot
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Revolution jumping in the parking lot
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Shit is so hot that the sun watch
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Children by the window with the gun cocked
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they could get robbed and stop the luck (?)
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Monkeys dance around for MTV spots
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I lock into a....
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rock into a rhythm of street and ancient wisdom
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Experiment in stereo loud so crank the system
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For the humble on the path I paint a vision
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How far will a nigga go just for attention
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And to be remembered, you forgot the mission
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Listen!
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[Chorus: Laetitia Sadier]
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All traces of life
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in our gats we carry
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that's used to dress humanity
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([Common:] it's a New Wave, Come on!)
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[Sung in French]
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All traces of life
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in our gats we carry
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that's used to dress humanity
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([Common:] it's a New Wave, Dig it!)
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[Sung in French]
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This life is precious
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it's goddamn? marvelous
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before it ever ends
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([Common:] it's a New Wave, Come on!)
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This life is precious
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it's goddamn? marvelous
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before it ever ends
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([Common:] Come on! Come on!)
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[Verse 2: Common]
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I lay terror in this era like Che Guevera
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for the people to make or wait it's better
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in a room called real I stay forever
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Everyday I lose something I gain forever
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Meditate on how I can change the weather
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My brainstorm for some it's like (?) umbrella
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where bullets and lies both spray together
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My mind scream like Al Green "Let's Stay Together"
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How could a nigga be so scared of change
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That's what you hustle for, for the currency exchange
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Ya'll rich, we could beef curry in the game
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out your mouth, ain't nobody hurrying my name
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You seen what happened when the Com go BANG
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Wouldn't have a shot, even at a gun range
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Seen hype become fame against the grain become main-stream
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It all seems mundane in the scope of thangs
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Common]
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From a land of shit talk, boy stars and pitch forks
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didn't really see white until I went North
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Getting bent on backyards, wishing in the air for a black god
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Where people fix cars and clap hard
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and look to the stars for rap jobs
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I walk through the black fog with reflectors on my boots
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smelling war near, I'm connected with the troops
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that master anger and ain't afraid to shoot
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through poured liquor fallen angels they salute (Whew! Whew!)
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Feel the wind blow
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A new wave- people with their hair trimmed low
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It's two ways living in this world of techno
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This age can't really save the ghetto
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I pause for the rebels who rock heavy metals
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and tell them that they're pharoh so let go
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Come on!
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[Chorus]
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New Wave
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| Common |
