Mackie:
dey dey call dey call it warfare.. man, it ain fair,
dey dey dey call call it warfare.. bruv war ain fair.
trench mud sprays wen the bullits hit it, bullits slap the mud,
rifles pack sucha massive thud ringin in my ears like the hissin of a dud
wishin i cud run, i hold my gun tight - its my life line, told i gotta fight
many men lose their life, soon as they go over dat dirt - germs gotta snif'
picks em off like flys. morta attacks make earth splash into air.. this is warfare..
limbs littered round - lost dogtags wait to be found in the ground.. this is warfare..
this is warfare...
its a plague everyones catchin bullits - so we callin it the shots for short,
everyones coverd in miniscule red dots, n we fightin.. well im not so sure
id call it dying. bodys buried under bodys wit the mass grave's we sittin in,
stick a dead between my hed n the line of fire, got bullit proof vests made from skin,
freinds n family back home gettin blitzd n im over ere gettin shit.. no
im over ere gettin pickd apart by tic's n watchin men get shot in heart by migs,
im havin hard a hard time workin out what it is thats worth this,
war is a extention of politics when politics dont work - in it, lives are worthliss...
...i wonder how many partys wud be elected if the people saw the plight
...if people knew the true meanin of a fight... if they knew how life looks before you die..
war ain pretty,
a glorious death in the name of ya nation, yeah it sounds pretty
but what im seein now is gritty, tarnishd that bullshit, now its straight shitty,
you shud see our hospitals, veterans screamin wit missin limbs
nurses are scared shitless they jus stick to singin hyms,
n everyother cunt is a born again christian... every man you kill - man it hurts
they still shootin shouting mein fuhrer long after they dead, i hear their words
germs bout fiddy feet away - mortas drop every minit, guns fire every secon, i can still hear what they say...
its impossible to sleep when you ain scared of the dark.. but ya fear every day
anyway its my time to go out the trench run over whatevers in between,
my feet slippin on blood n the dead, but i ain ever seen a field so serene
Lynxx:
Playin russian roulette, see em die.. you next,
stormin trenches n barbed wire, rushin two vets,
debri flys past my shoulder, bullets n shrapnel,
clap tools, homicide on home soil, clutch triggas, pull it n catch falls,
the left behind rot on the floor, amputation for feet n arms,
the sight of a man wastin n retreat alarms,
fight for survival, the sight of the rivals,
bloody n gore automatically exciting the rifles,
no mans land populated by magazined militia,
ganged guerillas, farewell to dead, the team'll miss ya,
propaganda puppets pullin on metal, a forced decision,
ammunition multiply deaths, add to cause attrition,
the subtract of life and the divide of peace,
fatal fate of fallen men, they die increased,
they lie in piece, all cos of governments that lie in speech,
the reduction of the fit, the clappin n rockets,
all to feed countries' power n fatten they pockets,
stop it, but it never will,
only once the worlds creatures are forever chill,
cold in the grave, hot hollows hit hastely,
i fall deaf in slow motion, tip missiles rip, wastin me,
am i seein the light as my existance falls dark,
or am i just another to walk the distant war path?
all as result of the hunger n greed,
that engulfs our world and our sons that'll bleed.....
------------- Great and Glorious Supreme Presidential Leader of the People's Democratic Republic of LA
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