This is war with no weapons,
Marchin' with no steppin,
Murder with no killin,
Ill in every direction.
First, no sequel, do the math
No equal
A John with no Yoko
More power, less people
And yeah I'm not afraid of that
Print in your paperback
Every rapper's made in fact
To act as a delayed attack
Every phrase a razorblade
And save it till they play it back
Slay 'em leave 'em lyin' on the paper bank
Fade to black
In the wastelands of today,
When there's nothing left to lose,
And and there's nothing more to take,
But you force yourself to choose,
In the wastelands of today,
When tomorrow disappears
When the future slips away,
And your world turns into fear,
In the wastelands of today
Roll credits, forget it,
The show's done,
They're talking for just talkin,
Meaning they got none,
None of you come proper,
They talk like a shotgun,
But how many of you got bred with integrity,
Not one
So no, I'm not afraid to see you suckas hold a blade to me,
Aint no way to shake the ground I built before you came to be,
Take it how you take it, I'm the opposite of vacancy,
And this not negotiation, I can hear you,
Wait and see...
In the wastelands of today,
When there's nothing left to lose,
And and there's nothing more to take,
But you force yourself to choose,
In the wastelands of today,
When tomorrow disappears
When the future slips away,
And your world turns into fear,
And your world turns into fear,
In the wastelands of today!
In the wastelands of today,
When there's nothing left to lose,
And and there's nothing more to take,
But you force yourself to choose,
In the wastelands of today,
When tomorrow disappears
When the future slips away,
And your world turns into fear,
And your world turns into fear,
In the wastelands of today!
In the wastelands of today!
In the wastelands of today!
