• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• War Games - Gary Numan
• War Games - Monkees
• War Games - Grave Digger
• War Games - Crosby Stills Nash
• War Games - Demon
• War Games - Paul Young
• War Games - O.C.
• War Games - Living Legends
• War Games - Spudmonsters
• War Games - Pink Military
• War Games - Flash & The Pan

Stone shapes and me
I'll stay now
Nothing's forever
This time there's no goodbye
A female son
But I won't change again
One of these days
I'll love it all and sleep
You are slow poison young friend
Just give me time to reply
What am I saying
There's nothing left to steal
One of these days

by David Jones & Steve Pitts
Did you buy your tickets for the war game?
Aren't you glad that your sitting in the back?
For the game is deadly-heavy for the players,
Aren't you glad it's a spectator sport?
Can't you hear the cries?
It isn't over,
Can't you smell the fear?
It's all over.
If you want to play the game, you must have training,
Choose your side, pick your toy, but play to win,
Don't be sad if you lose, it isn't over,
Choose a side and begin the game again.
Can't you hear the cries?
It isn't over,
Can't you smell the fear?
It's all over.
Don't have to play the game if you don't want to,
You can sit at home and hear it on the news,
They will show you colored pictures of the killings,
They want you to feel that you're part of it, too.
Can't you hear the cries?
It isn't over,
Don't you smell the fear?
It's all over,

Locked on your flock
Some gods are in your own
And wives scream tonight and die
So take my black
Take my steel
My eyes is alright
So terrified
My gain on my knife
The knife in feeding your eyes
And take your black
Take your steel
Unlocked
Knives over you
It's five years ago
The knife still in your eyes
No won black
No won steel
Unlocked crosses right

Can You Stop Your Instincts?
Can You Man Your Thought Control, Sir?
Can You Give The Last Command
Or Lie To A Good Soldier
I'm A Doubter
I'm A Fool
I Am But A Man
Cast Me Out Or Let Me Be - All That I Am
I Am Not So Sure
What You Want Me For
Either Your Machine
Is A Fool Or Me
Now There Is No Time To Wait
No Time To Think It Over
Take The Path Believe The Math
You'll Tell Me When It's Over
I'm A Fighter
I've A Question
Won't You Answer Me?
I Have Earned The Right To Know
And Tell You What I See
I Am Not So Sure
What You Want Me For
Either Your Machine

(Dave Hill-Steve Brookes)(Cloth Cap Songs)
Sound the early warning
Now put on your mask
Get behind the heat shield
They got poison gas
Missile knows the time and place
War-head set to detonate
Attack - let's blow-out
Attack - we'll blow-out
All those moving pictures
All those deadly strikes
Man there's so much hi-tech
What's a few more lives
Let's go out and kick some ass
We got weapons of a different class
Attack - we'll blow-out
Attack - let's blow-out
It's all on fire
The flames get higher
It's all on fire
The flames get higher
War the game that we play
Anytime anyday
You can find us we're out there
On the front line
Fight our units the best
North, South, East and West
We're the meanest there's no one
That can touch us
Got your marching orders
Got your battle cry
This ain't no manoeuvres
Now it's man to man
This is what your trained to do
Now the rest is up to you
Attack let's blow-out
It's all on fire
The flames get higher
It's all on fire
The flames get higher
War the game that we play
Anytime anyday
You can find us we're out there
On the front line
Fight our units the best
North, South, East and West
We're the meanest there's no one
That can touch us

Some people, they know how to play the game of love
Some people, know just who to pray to up above
I know where I'm going, I'm taking it straight to the top
I know where I'm going, I don't see a reason to stop
You took my hand, put me back where I started
Showed me the way, showed me the way
You took my hand, put me back where I started
Some people seem to get the best of life really easy
Some people seemed to be put on this earth to please me
I know that I'm lucky - what you give me I'll send right back
I know I'm so lucky - this won't be a tough one to crack
You took my hand, put me back where I started
Showed me the way, showed me the way
You took my hand, put me back where I started
Some of us were living in perplexion
While otherws seemed to go sailing through
Some of us were getting no direction
Some of us could only think of you

War games
War games
Uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh
What, Crooklyn Dodger Number 2
O.C., yeah back in the scene muthafucka
Me and Premo, you know, East New York
Bush wick, Bedstuy and all those good places
Yo, my main frame, discipline like a soldier
Ready for war, push ups get my chest swell up
What's the deal Preme? I mean the scape
I think I got it locked in nigga, War Games is the theme
Rap commando, what's my handle O.C. ample to rock shit
Battle niggas who pop shit green bareen thought slicka
I'm one step ahead, slide through enemy lines like a black ack figga
Camouflage, runnin' through you zone with detection
'Cuz the dark skinned marksmen run through your section
Flesh ya bones, physical built like titanium
Bugs cover my grill like Iranians ill gorilla so called killas
I fear no man but Allah, for the god is he is still in us
The Renaissance Man, I roll with real like grenade
Sharp like gem stars 'cause massive scars
O.C.'s all in it, dope I've been for years
Now I'm back in the scene and I declare War Games
I bust off like a M-16 rippin' through screens from head to toe
Blood soak up your jeans, rap veteran, earn my stripes, fought wars
Opposing forces, would O.C. take losses?
Naucious, you feelin' kinda like throwing up
Cautious, watch ya step, land rhymes blowin' up
Havin' a pity for foes, fuck G.I. Joe
He's a sucker, slap the taste outta wild motherfuckas
Design a rhyme, like a plan for the government
Six Million like Steve Austin, costin' apprehended if I am
In times and my body will erupt
M-16 tapecatin', voids filled with ammo
Bust it through a crowd, a bitch nigga sing soprano
When I get you in the square, then I end you career
All MC's lets make one thing clear
You're all the same, I will remain, fuck the fame
Feelin' the lane to shoot, I declare War Games
I declare War Games
For niggas who flaunt figgas for more fame
Gorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to ammo
With fire proof camouflage and power
I declare War Games
For niggas who flaunt figgas for more fame
Gorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to ammo
With fire proof camouflage and power
Precise pinpoint it, pull it, when I cock back
This here rap will slap you and your team and that bad bitch
Sleaves from my uncut, raw like cope
Preme dig up boys, roll up and smoke
Then toge it, back to B.I. see I can do this, I'm professional
Too much weight to weigh any style
Dutch Master superior blend, inhale me right
Young Phillies take a toke of my rap and get the Willies para
Noid, niggas all non void
Fuck with O.C., get your life destroyed
Like a marine, I'm a trained rap killing machine
Fiend to rock a mic, set from New York to New Orleans
Over seas I conquer, rough like Blanca
Love to eat actors, gotta take for drama
When I flow I get comatose in my own world
From the first verse, you saw my plan unfurl
I mean team same name, never change
My ammo is the demo competition on the mic
War games
War games
War games
War games
War games

[PSC]
I know where the music came from, I ain't a lame dumb dumb
Origin is respected but still we choose to come original
Down from my walk to my talkin€™
Heads be out to please the king Christopher Walken
A city with fly lingo and bad ass latinas
Got heads on this side biting styles still unequal
Unless you assimilate you never considered great
Demonstrate speech from your birth place you can't race
Disgraced by false handshakes, these punk rap dudes
Talk behind our back but they don't want the feud
A few of them seen the ads y'all helped us pay for
Now they say what€™s up in the club! What the fuck whore!?
Listen up bitch, you diss because you can't see
Born in California rappin' N Y C
Influence is golden but when mics is holding
I roll with the oath to spit what€™s never stolen
It keeps us out the mix shows and the tape decks of 64's
Because we in the middle, we strangers to the riddle
For DJs who play this the bravest get propers
But most won't even touch this unless we sign to Rawkus!
[The Grouch]
I met you twice before and shook your hand
You didn€™t feel it
Did it for the cap but should have acted like I€™d peel it
Now I€™m in the corner on the burner in the back
Caught between the trunk bump and the motherfucking boom bap
Bring the tune back,
You€™re craps in the chop shop
Thermometer up your ass
That€™s the reason that I€™m not hot
But I got a fever times three for every CD
Bound to be the missing link
For those who want to meet me at the crossing
I€™ll be the one semi-flossing
With mega self-respect but a void to go with that
Cause he€™s employed to act like he doesn€™t see the free man
Oops that€™s too much credit, I bet it isn€™t the plan
Freak of nature, I€™m the stranger, you€™re bad with names bra
Change your views, I€™m giving clues
Strangest news you€™re about to lose
Blame them fools who got the tools.
[Eligh]
I€™d never consider moving out
When it comes to the coast I€™m dwelling on
Hell if I ever switch up the weather
To fit what these other fellas are on
I cause a renaissance
Renovating creativeness on this side of the coast
Self-hatred, radio stations
They play their shit while they brag and they boast
It€™s not about toe tagging with a rag and a magnum
It€™s all about respect
Caught in the middle without a clue
Legendary originality here to battle the fallacy
Here to put it down with my crew
Actually I€™m open to any option, except belly flopping
Over a sloppy copy of a Primo track, that€™s a fact
Action taken by middlemen
While you fiddle with pens and pronouns
Trying to pronounce like your pro-eastern affiliate
When I affiliate my style with the golden state
While you€™re holding hate, claiming to hold weight
Now, once you€™ve walked in these boots
Doing a format like that is so fake
You€™re a dormant doormat
Wearing a whores hat
With a horrible imitation of what you consider great
When that€™s only a bite.
Your eyes are bigger than your stomach
So when you plummet into the darkness
We€™ll be rising into the light.
[Aesop]
I'm anti, but I€™m not anti-social
You can feel it through my soul
My presence through my vocals
"How the fuck they got fans?
Man them niggas only local."
Bitch we chase down the mic
And put you rhymes in a chokehold
I'm a pro bro, comin' fresh ain€™t a problem so
Legends' got skills
Cause we're always evolvin'
And involvin' our self in the life of our fans
Revolvin' around them like the earth on its axis
And neva payin' no taxes man
Firm in my shoes where I stand
Or a stranger to this land
With my choice of words I gain respect and proceed
They say if you don€™t succeed try, try again my friend
Ya must make words blend within the beat then
Make it a part of this world, make your mark on this earth
For what it's worth, evade the demons while they lurk
In the envy of the jerks bi-coastal who smirk
At the talent and the balance that shine in our work
The suckas love to hate us and these girls love to flirt
Stranger to the under ground, ya neva dug the dirt
True we blowin' up fool and it hurts to be you
Still tryin' to sound like them, just to make it through!!!!

World War II, Pearl Harbor, Vietnam
War starters, Hitler’s rise for power
Death from above
War’s grown-up’s sport, a game
A bloody way to say
“Your country is wrong and this will teach you a
lesson”
Uncle Sam and his brigade invited me to join his team
To fight for my country and earn some cash
An opportunity that I just could not pass
Attention!
Uncle Sam!
You’ve been using young men through these bloody wars
Dropping by the millions but hey, there’s a lot more
“I want you!”
You say that you want me?
You don’t even know my name
How could this be?
You want me to fight in your infantry
But I beg to differ
Integrity you claim
I will not be a part of these foolish games
Government ties
Government lies
It’s all the same
Just a bloody game
Decisions made, what do they think?
To leaders a war’s just a game
Why don’t they help and find out themselves?
Victory is hard to achieve
Defense weapons!
Combat missions!
Decisions made, what do they think?
To leaders a war’s just a game
Why don’t they help and find out themselves?
Victory is hard to achieve
World War II, Pearl Harbor, Vietnam
War starters, Hitler’s rise for power
And the wish of death
It’s against your back and you’ll get cracked
That’s if you lack
The people’s will to die in the wars that we fight
The paranoid effects in their minds and their pride
The parents hope to God that respects won’t be paid

high command decrees we'll attack at noon
intelligence says it's none too soon
deep in my foxhole the telephone rings
informing me of craters and other things
war games
war games
war games
war games
the high pitched voice of a duty sub
telegraph wires that send me love
task force one in another name
a small disguise I take no blame
war games
war games
war games
war games
high command decrees we'll attack at noon
intelligence says it's none too soon
deep in my foxhole the telephone rings
informing me of craters and other things
a high pitched voice of a duty sub
telegraph wires that send me love
task force one in another name
a small disguise I take no blame
war games
war games
war games
war games
those exciting weapons should keep it down
snipers expected so breathe he ran
of war games
war games
war games

Here we are my old friend
Looking at the photographs
Isn't that Jimmy and his dear old dad
Isn't it a pity that he turned out mad
What about Jack off the drink
Makes you wonder, makes you think
Chorus:
Bring on the soldiers
Bring on the guns
Bring out the bullets
Bring on the sons
Bring out the haircut
Bring out the draft
Bring on the war
What you say my old friend
Wasn't that a pleasant time
Wasn't that funny when she lost her head
Gave away the wedding for the team instead
And what about Jack turning grey
Makes you wonder what you say
(chorus)
Bring out the Catholics
Bring out the Jews
Bring out the Protestants
And the Arabs too
Bring out your Russians
And bring out your Yanks
Bring out your missiles
And bring out your tanks
Bring out your capitalists
Bring out your Reds
Bring out your socialists
And you're sick in the head
Bring out your hammer
Bring up the fist
Bring out the sober
And let's all go and get fucking pissed