Songtexte:
Killing Joke War Dance

The atmosphere's strange out on the town Music for pleasure, it's not music no more Music to dance to, music to move This is music to march to It's a

dime dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens [Masta Killa] Yeah we wild like rockstars who smash guitars Yo son split his face with the toast, he ain't Ghost It's no joke

: [Redman] Yo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill Spark the L, "Whattup Doc?" What the deal? Clock the squeal, the MC overkill Certified cylinders

every truncheon hit misguided the peoples army divided united stance amped out war dance what a ride inner thought of non violent rebellion outside dare

I'm a lyrical queen The Pepa MC's makin' microphones sing Notes to provoke, they called her a joke The speaker smoked when I spoke Boy, you better kill

And we got, we got, we got, gotta make it hot So come, get on, hop on the dance floor If you want to declare war, it's alright It's alright Now it'

dance New Orleans niggaz down to dance Tennessee niggaz down to dance Baton Rouge niggaz down to dance Arizona down to dance Houston niggaz down to dance Nebraska niggaz down to dance

Pull the pin and push it in 'em Using women as a pin cusion A super villian With some war paint and jokes done in poor taste We'll see who laughs

it out, check it out Check it out, check it out Check it out, check it out Check it out, check it out Yo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill