Текст песни COMMON - New Wave
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Текст песни COMMON - New Wave
(feat. Laetitia Sadier)Yeah! The war zone. Who you fighting for?[Verse 1: Common]It's funk to rhythm and punk to rockloud like shot that come from a glock( )Pick up your mind, run from the spotRevolution jumping in the parking lotShit is so hot that the sun watchChildren by the window with the gun cockedthey could get robbed and stop the luck (?)Monkeys dance around for MTV spotsI lock into a....rock into a rhythm of street and ancient wisdomExperiment in stereo loud so crank the systemFor the humble on the path I paint a visionHow far will a nigga go just for attentionAnd to be remembered, you forgot the missionListen![Chorus: Laetitia Sadier]All traces of lifein our gats we carrythat's used to dress humanity([Common:] it's a New Wave, Come on!)[Sung in French]All traces of lifein our gats we carrythat's used to dress humanity([Common:] it's a New Wave, Dig it!)[Sung in French]This life is preciousit's goddamn? marvelousbefore it ever ends([Common:] it's a New Wave, Come on!)This life is preciousit's goddamn? marvelousbefore it ever ends([Common:] Come on! Come on!)[Verse 2: Common]I lay terror in this era like Che Gueverafor the people to make or wait it's betterin a room called real I stay foreverEveryday I lose something I gain foreverMeditate on how I can change the weatherMy brainstorm for some it's like (?) umbrellawhere bullets and lies both spray togetherMy mind scream like Al Green "Let's Stay Together"How could a nigga be so scared of changeThat's what you hustle for, for the currency exchangeYa'll rich, we could beef curry in the gameout your mouth, ain't nobody hurrying my nameYou seen what happened when the Com go BANGWouldn't have a shot, even at a gun rangeSeen hype become fame against the grain become main-streamIt all seems mundane in the scope of thangs[Chorus][Verse 3: Common]From a land of shit talk, boy stars and pitch forksdidn't really see white until I went NorthGetting bent on backyards, wishing in the air for a black godWhere people fix cars and clap hardand look to the stars for rap jobsI walk through the black fog with reflectors on my bootssmelling war near, I'm connected with the troopsthat master anger and ain't afraid to shootthrough poured liquor fallen angels they salute (Whew! Whew!)Feel the wind blowA new wave- people with their hair trimmed lowIt's two ways living in this world of technoThis age can't really save the ghettoI pause for the rebels who rock heavy metalsand tell them that they're pharoh so let goCome on![Chorus]