P.o.d. Sounds Like War

What you know about that fallin, fallin
Babylon this so called great dead, wait,
Dread bout to update the death rate in one take,
Make no mistake we the real deala,
The radical natural born wig-splitter.
Gonna getcha, with the style that make your soul holla.
More drama, though when droppin the sure-shot,
I rock it steady, be ready till the track is diminished
and when the die goes belly up consider it finished
Sounds like it's war to me,
Peace, Love, and causalities
Sound's like it's war to me, yeah
Close your eyes so you can see
Peace, Love, and Harmony
Sounds like the war in me, yeah
We keep on movin like don't stop, let it go, soul to soul
Dread at the controls, tag em up and label em John Doe.
The raw flow, We built the new style empire.
blazin my choir, like that 4th man on fire.
This guns for hire, take the vow of the Nazarenes.
Then come clean, They're crazy bald heads dontcha mean.
Wickedness fill the sky on the death blow.
carve the name across your chest,
incase the dog catcher wants to know
Sounds like it's war to me,
Peace, Love, and causalities