[Intro: Nups and Vanquish]
World Issues
(Vankwish: sup Nups?)
World Issues
[Scratch: Jez]
[Verse 1: Vankwish]
We keep our hearts on our sleeves but clothes cover up our hearts
Fathers beat their kids but it’s the mother who departs
Sweatshop babies are dying for illegal salaries
There’s fourteen year old ladies crying over popularity
Induced porn galleries dominate the net
Filled with girls dropping their pants but they’re copping no respect
U.N weapons checks and Iraqi steel hospitals
They promised peace but somеhow it feels impossible
I feel that hip-hop’s copping all the problems that arе worldwide
Record companies are dumping faeces on the world vibe
Stand back as the world dies, drowning in pollution
I reckon god is looking down and frowning in confusion
We’re the clowns of evolution, fucking up our lives
Stuck in the mother-fucking ruckus of our disguise
If you take a look and wonder why the truth is evident
It’s cause the essence and presence of hip hop life is what I represent
(Vankwish and Nups: World Issues!)
[Verse 2: Nups]
I’m living in this world of insanity, lust, greed and vanity
Multinational companies are raping our earth
But the masses don’t care for what it’s worth
Well it won’t be long before it’s all gone
And the hole in the ozone creates mass devastation
I thought the meaning of creation was create? But we only
Seek to destroy with our hate, and nuclear
Bombs bring us closer to armageddon
So why can’t people get along?
Is it corrupt politicians, who when we protest fail to listen?
I’m sick of being a number in your fucked up system
I’m gonna stand up and make people listen
I’m on a mission, I’m fishing for the truth
Ain’t no stopping (what) now the dummy let lose
So tie the noose around your neck cause you’re copping no respect
You’re living a lie until the day that you die
Your being so empty and not knowing why
(Vankwish and Nups: World Issues!)
[Verse 3: Vankwish]
As brothers lay six feet under the ground
And kids watch their dads die, breathing their last sound
We’re leaving the past now as rich reach the present
Leaving peasants to get fucked up and sucked up like resin
A quarter crescent moon depresses the mood
Gets people checking their food, standing and stepping to feud
You reckon I’m rude? I should be making pleasanter tunes?
Well slap my hand and say g’day cause I’m a decadent dude
(Vankwish and Nups: World Issues!)
[Verse 4: Nups]
I see guns, bombs, violence and death
People killing babies before their first breath
Corrupt democracies are hypocrisies
You’re worshipping false idols on your knees
Knowing every day that little people are dying
But yet you mutha-fuckers keep on trying
To get all you can that’s materialistic
Well something’s gotta be done about this real quick
Cause all these soul-less human beings’ making me sick
Satanic or catholic it’s all the same
You’re praying to your god you know it’s in vain
It’s a shame that you’re only playing for individualistic gains
You’re a shame to this game that we call life
I’ll grab my knife and cut a fat hole in the fabric of reality
Stepping beyond into another galaxy
See this is all a fallacy, a dream and I’m your master
So grab your space suit as I fucking blast ya
(Vankwish and Nups: World Issues!)
[Scratches: Jez]
[Outro: Nups, Vankwish, Danoz Direct]
(Nups)
World Issues, yeah Nups and Vankwish in the house
In the CIT, MIC, in the ACT
Chilling out with the V.O.V and Calici
(Vankwish)
Yeah we represent the 2614
World Issues 2004
Give thanks, represent yourself, stay true
(Danoz Direct)
Yeah Jimmy D on the drums, Jeztah on the decks, House of Reps productions
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Vankwish)
Life’s for Living
[Scratches: Jez]
[Close: Nups and Vankwish]
World Issues!