[Verse 1: M-1 of Dead Prez]
The cops stop you just because you black—THAT'S WAR!
Run you through the system for your prints—THAT’S WAR!
When they call my hood a drug zone—THAT’S WAR!
Slum lord charging you for rent—THAT’S WAR!
Why they so rich and we poor?—THAT’S WAR!
If you young and black, you sell crack—THAT’S WAR!
The White House is the rock house—THAT’S WAR!
George Bush coming out his mouth—THAT’S WAR!
Chillin' on the corner, we a “gang”—THAT’S WAR!
Po-po do the same damn thing—THAT’S WAR!
When they murdered Amadou Diallo—THAT’S WAR!
Marching in the streets is a strategy of WAR
Knowing self-defense is a strategy of WAR
Soldiers try to link with other soldiers in the WAR
Revolutionaries gotta know the art of WAR
WAR. What about hip hop? Use that
Matter fact, fuck a rap battle. What about a gat battle?
Let's take it to the beast and see which cat tattle
Is it “Kiss vs. Beans or P. vs. Hov”
What about y’all real niggas ‘gainst the 5-0?
This is M-1, DP’z—don't you forget
‘Cause you can talk, talk, talk, but that don't mean shit
I ain't gotta pop your top to see where your brains went
This rap shit is way bigger than entertainment
It's the people vs. the pigs when it all go down
It’s not “'Pac vs. Big,” it's who’s getting the power
And power ain't money, dog, it’s self-determination
Like taking hot and making this the real People's Station—THAT'S WAR!

[Outro – M-1]
Nah’mean?
Yeah…
Rap war, whatever war
You live a fast live
More less, more so
It's still war
Dead prez, the people radio
Yeah…
Get down, get down, get down
RBG-zee, biatch!