Lyrics New Wave - Laetitia Sadier , Common
                                                Yeah! 
                                                The 
                                                war 
                                                zone. 
                                                Who 
                                                you 
                                                fighting 
                                                for?
 
                                    
                                
                                                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!
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                traces 
                                                of 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                our 
                                                gats 
                                                we 
                                                carry
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                dress 
                                                humanity
 
                                    
                                
                                                (IIt's 
                                                    a 
                                                New 
                                                Wave, 
                                                Come 
                                                on!)
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                traces 
                                                of 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                our 
                                                gats 
                                                we 
                                                carry
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                dress 
                                                humanity
 
                                    
                                
                                                (It's 
                                                    a 
                                                New 
                                                Wave, 
                                                Dig 
                                                it!)
 
                                    
                                
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Come 
                                                on! 
                                                Come 
                                                on!)
 
                                    
                                
                                                    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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Y'all 
                                                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 
                                                things
 
                                    
                                
                                                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 
                                                pharaoh 
                                                so 
                                                let 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                on!
 
                                    
                                
                                                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 
                                                pharaoh 
                                                so 
                                                let 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                on!
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 New Wave
2 Electric Wire Hustle Flower
3 Heaven Somewhere (feat. Omar Lye-Fook, Lonnie Lynn, Cee-Lo, Bilal, Jill Scott, Mary J. Blige & Erykah Badu)
4 Ferris Wheel (feat. Vinia Mojica & Marie Daulne)
5 Soul Power
6 Aquarius
7 The Hustle
8 Come Close
9 Star * 69 (PS With Love)
10 I Got A Right Ta
11 Between Me, You & Liberation
12 I Am Music
13 Jimi Was A Rock Star
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