Steven Biko, D.O. from the Bronx, Medgar Evers

Che Guevara, Fred Hampton, Martin Luther King

Big L, Bob Marley, Huey P. Newton, Mike P

Tupac Shakur, Biggie Smalls, Clarence 13X

Emmitt Till, Big Trill, Nat Turner, Freaky Tah

Wise from L.G., Malcolm X



[rocket soars overhead]

"Fire in the hole!"

[war sounds]



[x2]

Hut one, hut two, hut

Hut three, hut four, hut



[Chorus: Lord Jamar]

Soldiers don't die they just fade away

Have you ever tried to spray the AK

We camoflauged down with the analog sound

Leavin enemies in the ground

A thin red line, between war and peace

Sometimes we creep on all fours behind enemy lines

We look death in the face, on a daily basis

We do it cause we have to, a soldier's story



[Lord Jamar]

Aiyyo taste the blood, as it hit your face

And walk through the mud, shit up to your waist

Feel the mosquito bite, at night, when the torpedos hit

Smell the burnin flesh, hear the screams of death

My man Jim just lost a limb

His right arm was the price, freedom cost to him

So much, loss of life, we lost so many men

So many horrors, I wouldn't know, where to begin

In a foxhole, lock and load let's rock'n'roll

Guerilla warfare, all's fair that ends fair

We gotta take this bridge, for the sake of the kids

For the way, that they make us live

We can do it with the gat or hand to hand combat

Make plans to bomb that

You see, war is hell so much more to tell

And this is for alla y'all soldiers that fell



[Chorus]



[x2]

Yo left, yo left

Yo left, right, left



[Sadat X]

I got 13 guns now, plus a sword; bullets all over the floor

In the drawer, by the closet, in the door

And Ben, fixed my firing pen, that's 14

Hear a 30 bark, shoot it at the dirty narc

Spark came with this gun, makin it 15

Oh yeah that ol' 22'll make it 16

Who got dough for the VA trip, come back with two on the hip

That's 18, shiny and clean

Jean the dopefiend been holdin somethin mean

My son Sammy hold the diesel, and you give him the weasel

2 more flips, guns with grips, I'm into whips

I'm 60/40 and the Bronx is no shorts

We build forts from {?} and tenements

Shoot off the roof blow-joe, and light a {?}

My niggaz hold the heat and leave you dead on my street

Oh we gon' eat, and anybody in my path is gettin beat



[Chorus]



[Grand Puba]

Me and my soldiers commit espionage, for that 3-car garage

Livin large, with the swimmin pool in the back yard

Traitors, infiltrators of that top secret data

Exterminators of creators who invented haters

cause there's a civil war, poor killin poor

Usin that psychological warfare to kill us all

Too severe to ignore, so I play the spook who sat by the door

Righteous teacher for the poor

Dedicated soldiers, freedom fighters

Rhyme writers on chore with the cure to stop the undyin war

Nubian, follow me, hup two three

From the year 2000 to the E-N-D

Cause I don't know what y'all been told

(See I don't know what y'all been told)

Brand Nubian never sells their souls

(Brand Nubian never sells their souls)



[Chorus]



[x2]

Yo left, yo left

Yo left, right, left



[x4]

Hut one, hut two, hut

Hut three, hut four, hut