Doin' a collabo with this dude named Troy,
Sittin' here, just a human decoy,
Have no idea, what he's gunna deploy,
Comin' after you, he'll seek N destroy.
Now I doubt, you've heard me before,
Rappin' bout somethin', you can't ignore.
Lets talk about the Iraq War,
This is somethin', we should explore.
Is Bush, In the right state of mind?
Will this truly, help mankind?
Thousands dead, let me remind.
Seriously? No child left behind?!
What about the kids that have died?
Other kid playin' with legos inside.
A bomb and that house collide.
Think about it. Happens worldwide.
Maybe the U.S. is just tragedy-prone.
Fuck the terrorists, they'll never be atone.
Watch the fuck out, he's in the zone,
The one, the only, Mr. Unknown.
(Unknown Soldier) (Troy)
Why do we see politicians as benevolent magicians on a mission
To use their power and position to help people in their jurisdiction
But in reality we’re just casualties in a war for support
Bush and Kerry went back forth with retorts
Making jokes of the personal sort
As we ignore the problems in court
I’ll admit that Bush is persistent
He’s always a dumbass so he’s pretty consistent
How can he fail when Big Dick’s his assistant?
Bomb the White House with words
Vicious verbs that go unheard until they’re cleaned, cooked, and served
He’s making this country start to swerve
I wish we’d elect the good leaders we deserve
So this country will move forward
Pull itself out of this debt
We’d leave Iraq
No longer being surrounded by death
Bashing Bush with every metaphor in my artillery
Chilling with Bill
2008 I’ll be campaigning with Hillary
sometimes, i wanna send a bomb threat to see the government'll tell us
we sitting, twittling our thumbs, singing blues like wynton marsalis
like face facts, if you ain't for war, you a felon
check it, i was a felon before i wrote a rap bout bush
it was just that the robbery in our nation gave my crime the extra push
he's making lottery dough offa taxes and downgrading sodomy
or at least it seems like it,
every so often
you see a coffin with a flag draped on it
a confederate signal that means more wit flame on it
you quick to lose in this american game
lift my hand in a salute for the troops at odds
toys for fools, to stay alive you keep faith i a death with God
some people now and then throw fits cuz of shit going on over the pond
and they reach for peace cuz they see that their loved ones are too far gone
i play a violin in Iraq for enlistment
to get them back home and clear the general vision
the battlelines have been drawn, the skeets are shot
the greed is white hot in this american pot
republican plots to block off the rocks we roll
on tape the bitch niggas trying to cop my flow
you can't legislate a state of mind
a grape vine to the great minds a world behind