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]