War
OutKast Lyrics
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As I, struggle to keep my balance and composure
I'm 'posed ta, propose a toast to players on every coast-a
The lyrical roller coaster, mind-bender
'Stead of watching these sucker MC's
I'm seeing just how they lying to the general population
Don't be patient, get up and stand up for your life
Don't you agree or understand we lost some rights at 1-1-9?
Come dumb, come young, come blind unwind confined
To the situation, we facing, cause in time, tick tick boom
Tick, boom, tick, tick-boom
Tick, boom, tick, tick-boom
Tick, boom, tick, tick-boom
Tick, boom, tick, tick-boom
(You're gonna die here)
(Die here)
(You're gonna die here)
(Die here)
When will we all, awake up out this dream
Come here and smell the Folgers, the soldiers are human beings
Man acting as if he was the supreme being
Clocking the souls of men out like he was G-O-D and
W-A-R uh, there'll be no tomorrow but sorrow
And horror will follow the hollow hearts battle for dollars
Politicians, modern day magicians
Physicians of death, more health care for poor health
Who making us ill, they making us kill
That's making me spill my guts (chill Big, lay in the cut)
For what? I refuse to sit in the backseat and get handled
Like I do nothing all day but sit around watch the Cartoon Channel
I rap about, the Presidential election and the scandal
That followed, and we all watched the nation, as it swallowed
And chalked it up, basically America you got FUCKED
The media shucked and jived now we stuck, damn
(You're gonna die here)
(Die here)
(You're gonna die here)
(Die here)
(Die here)
Operation Anaconda, ask yourself
Was it full of bleeps and blunders, did they ever find Osama?
And why in the fuck did Daniel Pearl have to pay the price
For his life and his wife plead twice?
See Al-Amin got life and Fred got dead, Hampton
To dampen the dream of all the Panthers
They got they answer for ransom
As we read together, as we dream together
Count your blessings whenever you feel that things won't be no better
But it got to, you gave me this microphone so I must rock you
Your brainwaves, airwaves, energized and shocked you
Y'all got me, well I got y'all, long as I know y'all listenin'
I'ma always bring food for thought to the table in the kitchen
Now eat nigga
The song War by Outkast is a commentary on the state of American society and politics. The lyrics convey the frustration and anger of the artist at the prevailing conditions of the time. The opening line, "Now get the fuck up off me nigga," sets the mood for the rest of the song, with the artist urging the listener to take action and stand up for their rights. The song critiques the actions of politicians, modern-day magicians who are more concerned with their own interests than those of the people they represent.
The song's hook, "Tick, boom, tick, tick-boom," is a metaphor for the inevitability of change, and the need for people to take action before it's too late. The artist urges the audience to wake up from the dream that politicians are selling and see the reality of the situation. The song mentions the abuse of power, the loss of civil liberties, and the sorry state of American society in general.
The lyrics also pay tribute to the great African American leaders who fought for civil rights, such as Fred Hampton and the Panthers. The artist acknowledges the debt owed to these leaders and calls for people to count their blessings and never forget the sacrifices that have been made.
Line by Line Meaning
Now get the fuck up off me nigga
As I, struggle to keep my balance and composure
I'm 'posed ta, propose a toast to players on every coast-a
The lyrical roller coaster, mind-bender
'Stead of watching these sucker MC's
I'm seeing just how they lying to the general population
Don't be patient, get up and stand up for your life
Don't you agree or understand we lost some rights at 1-1-9?
Come dumb, come young, come blind unwind confined
To the situation, we facing, cause in time, tick tick boom
When will we all, awake up out this dream
Come here and smell the Folgers, the soldiers are human beings
Man acting as if he was the supreme being
Clocking the souls of men out like he was G-O-D and W-A-Rrah
There'll be no tomorrow but sorrow
And horror will follow the hollow hearts battle for dollars
Politicians, modern day magicians
Physicians of death, more health care for poor health
Who making us ill, they making us kill
That's making me spill my guts (chill Big, lay in the cut)
For what? I refuse to sit in the backseat and get handled
Like I do nothing all day but sit around watch the Cartoon Channel
I rap about, the Presidential election and the scandal
That followed, and we all watched the nation, as it swallowed
And chalked it up, basically America you got FUCKED
The media shucked and jived now we stuck - damn!
Operation Anaconda, ask yourself
Was it full of bleeps and blunders, did they ever find Osama?
And why in the fuck did Daniel Pearl have to pay the price
For his life and his wife plead twice?
See Al-Amin got life and Fred got dead, Hampton
To dampen the dream of all the Panthers
They got they answer for ransom
As we read together, as we dream together
Count your blessings whenever you feel that things won't be no better
But it got to, you gave me this microphone so I must rock you
Your brainwaves, airwaves, energized and shocked you
Y'all got me, well I got y'all, long as I know y'all listenin'
I'ma always bring food for thought to the table in the kitchen
Now eat nigga!
Tick, boom, tick, tick-boom
Can't be heard clearly
You're gonna die here
Can't be heard clearly
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, David A Sheats
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@23 references psalm 23
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