(feat. Laetitia Sadier)



Yeah! The war zone. Who you fighting for?



[Verse 1: Common]

It's funk to rhythm and punk to rock

loud like shot that come from a glock

Pick up your mind, run from the spot

Revolution jumping in the parking lot

Shit is so hot that the sun watch

Children by the window with the gun cocked

they could get robbed and stop the luck (?)

Monkeys dance around for MTV spots

I lock into a....

rock into a rhythm of street and ancient wisdom

Experiment in stereo loud so crank the system

For the humble on the path I paint a vision

How far will a nigga go just for attention

And to be remembered, you forgot the mission

Listen!



[Chorus: Laetitia Sadier]

All traces of life

in our gats we carry

that's used to dress humanity

([Common:] it's a New Wave, Come on!)



[Sung in French]

All traces of life

in our gats we carry

that's used to dress humanity

([Common:] it's a New Wave, Dig it!)



[Sung in French]

This life is precious

it's goddamn? marvelous

before it ever ends

([Common:] it's a New Wave, Come on!)



This life is precious

it's goddamn? marvelous

before it ever ends

([Common:] Come on! Come on!)



[Verse 2: Common]

I lay terror in this era like Che Guevera

for the people to make or wait it's better

in a room called real I stay forever

Everyday I lose something I gain forever

Meditate on how I can change the weather

My brainstorm for some it's like (?) umbrella

where bullets and lies both spray together

My mind scream like Al Green "Let's Stay Together"

How could a nigga be so scared of change

That's what you hustle for, for the currency exchange

Ya'll rich, we could beef curry in the game

out your mouth, ain't nobody hurrying my name

You seen what happened when the Com go BANG

Wouldn't have a shot, even at a gun range

Seen hype become fame against the grain become main-stream

It all seems mundane in the scope of thangs



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: Common]

From a land of shit talk, boy stars and pitch forks

didn't really see white until I went North

Getting bent on backyards, wishing in the air for a black god

Where people fix cars and clap hard

and look to the stars for rap jobs

I walk through the black fog with reflectors on my boots

smelling war near, I'm connected with the troops

that master anger and ain't afraid to shoot

through poured liquor fallen angels they salute (Whew! Whew!)

Feel the wind blow

A new wave- people with their hair trimmed low

It's two ways living in this world of techno

This age can't really save the ghetto

I pause for the rebels who rock heavy metals

and tell them that they're pharoh so let go

Come on!



[Chorus]