Tekster:
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

war stance And bring it from the chest, now let's dance M-ill-itant (What?) Feel the fifth gorilla chant Ya'll talk about bodies, but you would not kill

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

body rock 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 all right It's all right

you know, up next Boogee Mann!!! (Boogee Mann) Well Mr. B-double-O-G what? M-A-double-N I smoke joke and grin, and fuck your best friend Only if she

cause you try to rock sweet but you aint Been around no-will shit where crews peel clips Niggaz that kill for fun Wanna talk that ill shit sayin how you kill

whores March or croak, march or croak All your lives a cosmic joke Fill your days with piss and smoke The wolf waits at your door Burn and dance, burn and dance

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

off we'll dance when we dance The last one we fault, the first one we kill...(the last one we fault, the first one we kill...) Forsee her Thats what