Guns Are Drawn

Lyrics

[Intro: Aaron Livingston] What are you gonna do when the guns are drawn? [Verse 1: Black Thought] Yeah, it would be cool, it could be, to Stop runnin' 'round in circles off of would-be fuel Livin' them lies, eventually believin' it's true A lotta people here are frauds, one could be you It's outrageous and ageist, and nothin' can save us An ocean of brown fists in various flavors A favor for a favor, man, this is the majors Tell me what you would do with no phone or pagers No Kinko's, no FedEx, and no ATM's What you gon' do when the police state begins? Well, it already began, but I guess it depends On what's really goin' on, what's happenin' Huh! Military target practicin' They finna write another Patriot Act again The days is short, the nights is long The fight goes on, the pistols and the pipes are drawn Come on! [Hook: Aaron Livingston] The middle of the night, we fight like Barbarians in sight of the former might You might think that it's a waste of our time And I think you would be right, 'til he drop that rhyme The middle of the night, we fight like Barbarians in sight of the former might You might think that it's a waste of our time And I think you would be right, 'til he drop that rhyme [Verse 2: Black Thought] Uh! And some might say that it's a waste of time 'Cause ain't no amount of dancin' finna break the bondage We go to war and transcend space and time When every record ain't a record just to shake behind You know the stakes is high, we in the face of drama That's why we can't shake it or escape the problem It's like a game of roulette, the barrel revolvin' They only wanna see us occupyin' a coffin Mothers cryin' too often from they lost child leavin' From tryin' to get over, get under, get even Get inside, get in, gettin' dumped, gettin' greedy We got to get it right, it's not about to be easy (Come on) You best to pull you goggles up, it's about to get greasy Believe it's on, as long as we can still speak freely The pages of my life would make it hard to read me I know my people hearin' me, holler if y'all need me, word! [Hook: Aaron Livingston] The middle of the night, we fight like Barbarians in sight of the former might You might think that it's a waste of our time And I think you would be right, 'til he drop that rhyme The middle of the night, we fight like Barbarians in sight of the former might You might think that it's a waste of our time And I think you would be right, 'til he drop that rhyme [Outro: Black Thought] Uhh