Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?[x4]      They’re all gonna get it in the end[x4]      Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?      The rhymes that I rock   I gotta rap for Iraq   Taking up the slack    till the troops come back   Inside Iraq with a helmet for a hat   Machine Guns gunning   Regime starts running   It seems I’m done and   Seems so stunning   See a man shooting at me   He a man just like me   With a fam just like me   Don’t understand why he dislike me?   Then again, he could be my friend   And deep in the kin with the same color skin   It doesn’t matter whose side you choose   Cause in the end we’re all gonna lose   Oh well, WAR is hell      Just another CRAZY war story to tell, yell      [Chorus]      Bullets flying    (Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)   People dying    (Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)   Bombs keep dropping    (Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)   On our children    (Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)   Bullets flying   (They’re all gonna get it in the end)   People dying   (They’re all gonna get it in the end)   Bombs keep dropping   (They’re all gonna get it in the end)   On our children   (They’re all gonna get it in the end)      Mama, Mama, they’re taking me away   They ain’t trying to hear what Jimmy gotta say   Papa, Papa, I’m trying to be a man   In a foreign land with a machine gun in my hand   Politics and this is what I get   Presidents and this is what I get   Delegates and this is what I get   I wanna represent, but it is making me sick   They say that they feel for me   But their reality, isn’t real for me   For democracy, they say steal for me   Give me a gun and say kill for me   I’m insane you insane who sane who sane we’re insane   Oh, well, war, is hell   Just another crazy war story to tell, yell      [Chorus]      Bullets flying    (Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)   People dying    (Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)   Bombs keep dropping    (Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)   On our children    (Ratta, Tat, Tat, while they shootin like that?)   Bullets flying   (They’re all gonna get it in the end)   People dying   (They’re all gonna get it in the end)   Bombs keep dropping   (They’re all gonna get it in the end)   On our children   (They’re all gonna get it in the end)      (MONOLOGUE)      I was the third desk over on the thirteenth floor,   When blood and fuel leveled down my door.   You could have watched me freefall and screamed and burned   But you watched and learned   I was on the thirteenth row, of flight 13,   Sitting, sweating, waiting to be slammed   Unmercifully into the side of my destiny   I am the 13th brick on the pyramid on the dollar bill   I am the 3rd story from the sun   The 3rd bullet shot from my gun, from the 13th regiment, in the 3rd platoon   But now I come back with 3 fingers,   But I really only need one to tell you how I feel      Bullets flying    People dying    Bombs keep dropping    On our children    Bullets flying   (They’re all gonna get it in the end)   People dying   (They’re all gonna get it in the end)   Bombs keep dropping   (They’re all gonna get it in the end)   On our children   (They’re all gonna get it in the end)      They’re all gonna get it in the end...