This is war with no weapons,

Marching with no stepping,

Murder with no killing,

Illing every direction.

First, no sequel,

Do the math, no equal

John with no yoko

More power, less people

And no I'm not afraid of that

Print in your paperback

Every rap is made in fact

To act as a delayed attack

Every phrase a razor blade

That's saved until they play it back

To slay and leave 'em laying on the pavement

Bang

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 hope turns into fear,

In the wastelands of today

Roll credits, to get it,

The show's done,

They're talking for just talking,

But meaning they got none,

None of 'em come proper,

They talk like a shotgun,

But how many got bred with integrity,

Not one

So no, I'm not afraid to see these suckers hold a blade to me,

Ain't a 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 is not negotiation, y'all can hate and

And 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 hope turns into fear,

And your hope 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 hope turns into fear,

And your hope turns into fear,

In the wastelands of today!

In the wastelands of today!

In the wastelands of today!