2003: Shocc And Awe

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Astrobwoy] I forgot about this by 2001 Now it's oh-tray and the war's begun Fuck this war and political punks That talk shit and send somebody else to dump Somebody's dad or somebody's son Just because their leaders are afraid of guns Somebody's brother or their little cuz Since they're too weak to throw fisticuffs I'm talking about Saddam Hussein and George Bush Two mark motherfuckers that need to get mushed Talking all hard right through their teeth Involving whole nations in their personal beef Bending the rules with their political power Playing hero when they're really nothing but cowards One-on-one, they'd probably circle around Shoulder to shoulder and nothing would go down Face to face, they'd be afraid to throw; But they talk that shit on television, though If ya'll got funk, just handle it then Fuck the armed forces, do it like real men And if you're going to send someone else to fight You should be there with them homeboy, it ain't right They in there dying while you're out here full Trying to act like you're the fucking mogul [Verse 2: Anacron] It's about oil and dollars And a punk bitch trying to avenge the name of his father Now it seems like what we've got going on here, dude Is a good old-fashioned family feud I'll tell you one thang, my name ain't Hussein But I never been cuffed by an Iraqi because I came to a party Or just 'cause I was hanging on the curb But I'm still an American, it would be absurd For me to say otherwise; that's something you realize When you go overseas to other countries And see folks down for their nation all the time I hate the legislation, but I'm down for mine [Verse 3: Astrobwoy] Don't even think about drafting me I'm not pulling heat on no Iraqi I need ammunition for the war at home When niggas want to blast on the turf I roam Don't even think about drafting me Shit is more out of hand than it have to be How I'm going to go fight in foreign lands When I've got beef with other Americans An army of one is the staff for me So don't even think about drafting me Don't even think about drafting me Don't even think about drafting me [Verse 4: Anacron] I'm like this I don't support the war, but I might dis Any mark protesting shit and starting up rallys From New York to Northern Cali you're the punks that dilly-dally When it's time for fighting or time to get rugged Suddenly you're saying nothing, most of ya'll would get to trucking When the cops start busting tear gas canisters Courage levels fall like little kids off of banisters There's some soldiers that need to know That if they get got, the blood that they bleed won't Be for naught; it'll mean something to the People they're protecting from somebody else's fight Whether or not you voted for our president Won't matter when a warhead finds your hood and levels it You got to show love to the soldiers in the field The only thing between you and a real fucked Up situation is them, so quit hatin Get your ass on the internet and write a letter of thanks Trying to start riots and blocking off streets Ain't did shit yet but aggravate the police That ain't the way to get peace! Just like your Nemesis, it's seems you're starting a pointless war What you marching for? Wanna-be valiant hearted Man, you can't stop a war that has already started until it's done