World War II, or the Second World War (often abbreviated as WWII or WW2), was a global war that was under way by 1939 and ended in 1945. It involved a vast majority of the world's nations—including all of the great powers—eventually forming two opposing military alliances: the Allies and the Axis. It was the most widespread war in history, with more than 100 million people serving in military units. In a state of "total war", the major participants placed their entire economic, industrial, and scientific capabilities at the service of the war effort, erasing the distinction between civilian and military resources. Marked by significant events involving the mass death of civilians, including the Holocaust and the only use of nuclear weapons in warfare, it resulted in 50 million to over 70 million fatalities. These deaths make the war the deadliest conflict in human history.
Victor Davis Hanson (born September 5, 1953) is a military historian, columnist, political essayist and former classics professor, a scholar of ancient warfare. He has been a commentator on modern warfare and contemporary politics for National Review and other media outlets. He was for many years a professor of classics at California State University, Fresno, and is currently the Martin and Illie Anderson Senior Fellow at Stanford University's Hoover Institution.
Hanson was awarded the National Humanities Medal in 2007, the Claremont Institute's Statesmanship Award at its annual Churchill Dinner, and the $250,000 Bradley prize from the Lynde and Harry Bradley Foundation in 2008.
Hanson is also a farmer (growing raisin grapes on a family farm near Fresno, California) and a critic of social trends related to farming and agrarianism.
Hanson, who is of Swedish descent, grew up on a family farm at Selma, in the San Joaquin Valley of California. His mother was a lawyer and judge, his father an educator and college administrator. Hanson's father and uncle played college football at the College of the Pacific under Amos Alonzo Stagg. Along with his older brother Nils and fraternal twin Alfred, Hanson attended public schools and graduated from Selma High School. Hanson received his B.A. from the University of California, Santa Cruz in 1975 and his Ph.D. in classics from Stanford University in 1980. He is a Protestant Christian.
Victor Davis, CM (February 10, 1964 – November 13, 1989) was a Canadian Olympic and world champion swimmer, a well known breaststroker from Canada. He also enjoyed success in the individual medley and the butterfly.
Victor Davis was born in Guelph, Ontario, Canada. As a boy, Davis learned how to swim in the lakes around his home. He then joined the Guelph Marlin Aquatic Club at the age of 12.
During his career, Davis held several world records as the winner of 31 national titles and 16 medals in international competition. At the 1982 world championships in Guayaquil, Ecuador, he set his first world record while winning the gold medal in the 200-metre breaststroke.
At the 1984 Summer Olympics in Los Angeles, California, USA, he won a silver medal in the 100-meter breaststroke event, then captured the gold medal in the 200-metre breaststroke, in the process establishing another world record. In recognition of his accomplishments, Davis was named Swimming Canada's Athlete of the Year three times and the Canadian government made him a Member of the Order of Canada.
There's flames in the city
and theres fire in the town
World War has been declared
And the Argentine is burning down
Its the day to bomb a nation and the day to bomb a country
It's the end of a nation and the end of a country
Its World war now
And i don't know why
Falkland islands in flames
and they're all gonna die
It's arm yourself now
and be prepared
World war.
This is combat. I don't think these niggas really know. This shit is for
real--this is not a game. So all my real muthafuckin' thugs get the fuck up, and put your guns in the muthafuckin' air, and bust the muthafuckas like you just don't care, and fuck the muthafuckin' police, and kill all the muthafuckin' enemies!
Nigga, come a little closer let me show you a ho. What's up bitch? We can roll. Anybody wanna fuck with me? 'Cause I'm down to fuck back with you. What you wanna do, huh, huh? You say wanna fight us, come fight us. We do it 'cause its real--fuck a title. It's all about survival, dedicate it to my rivals. And you could die a ho. What they talk about? Bone Thugs ran? Nigga, we never ever run from no man, and fear none.
If you see their click, then niggas, get the big guns. Pop one, split 'em up. Bet the bitch run. He said he came to get some; nigga, he ain't really want none. Don't let them suckas fool ya. Bustas won't do too much [Nigga ain't really want none.]. I'll knock you out. That dumb shit comin' out your mouth'll get you nothin' but a rematch. Why these niggas gotta lie? They can't stand up and face the facts? Nigga your head got cracked. We heard what they said--said that my niggas fled. But y'all niggas know what's up. What? Y'all wanna shed more blood? Shit, then come on.
World war.
Now you know, now you know. Now you know . . . Nigga, bet our niggas comin' to bring the pain. Better get your hard-hat. Nigga protect your brain. Get a gun and bang-bang. Tell me when you really wanna battle, my nigga. We can handle that any way you want to handle static. Nigga, thugstyle, buckwild. Some tear-up-the-club shit? Whatever, drop down. When the bullets get to jumpin' around the playa haters on the ground bleedin'. The 9-millimeter hit 'em and he drop like, "Who could it be?" Your life has been took--no, not by the bullet, but the nigga with the heater.
I'm trigger happy. I'll be in demand, I'm in command. So let's move, and you know what the enemy look like. They clones that look and sound like Bone. Give a muthafucka more than Speedknots. And when he run up to get punked, give a nigga lumps. Y'all niggas ain't Mobsters, 'cause if it was the mob nigga, somebody would've been shot ya. But we can get the whole cru: Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh. Bone too strong for niggas to hold on, to keep up. But I see ya still wanna be us. No matter who was claimin' it first, it's who's the realest [realest]. Do not enlist if you're not ready for war.
Dressed in Berlin black
I was only playing
Disguise my words to fool you
From what I was saying
Mud trench
Meat stench
The Fatherland is looking on
Grip you in a luger lock...
This will be the big one
World war
No-one would believe me
World war
No-one's a winner
No-one's a loser...
Just a dead friend
Heaven heaven
Give me pride
Give me a golden hand
Smash them with an iron rule
Spit them out like sand
Sit and wait
Then run like hell
Run like hell
One time again
Sow the seeds of hate
Underneath destruction...
World war
No-one would believe me
World war
No-one's a winner
No-one's a loser...
Just a dead friend
~World War~
Take me to the battle
Make me strong for battle
Take me to the battle
Make me strong for battle
Silence seems to be outside
from the spiritual existence
But there's a war in the spiritual existence
Battle until the until the new dawn
The new kingdom
World War!
Preparing to war
We never gonna fall
World War!
It's a World War
World War!
Pain and sorrow won't stop us now
World War!
In this battle our God
is the only sword
Silence seems to be outside
from the spiritual existence
But there's a war in the spiritual existence
Battle until the until the new dawn
The new kingdom
World War!
Preparing to war
We never gonna fall
World War!
It's a World War
World War!
Pain and sorrow won't stop us now
World War!
In this battle our God
Dressed in Berlin black
I was only playing
Disguise my words to fool you
From what I was saying
Mud trench
Meat stench
The fatherland is looking on
Grip you in a luger lock
This will be the big one
World war
No one would believe me
No one's a winner
No one's a loser
Just a dead friend
Heaven heaven
Give me pride
Give me a golden hand
Smash them with an iron rule
Spit them out like sand
Sit and wait
Then run like hell
Run like hell one time again
Sow the seeds of hate
Underneath destruction
World war
No one would believe me
No one's a winner
No one's a loser
Just a dead friend
World war
No one would believe me
No one's a winner
This is combat, I don't think these niggaz really know
This shit is for real, this is not a game
So all my real motherfuckin' thugs get the fuck up
And put ya guns in the motherfuckin' air
And bust the motherfuckers like ya just don't care
And fuck the motherfuckin' police
And kill all the motherfuckin' enemies
Nigga come a little closer, let me show you a ho
What's up, bitch we can roll anybody wanna fuck with me
'Cause I'm down to fuck back with you
What you wanna do, huh, huh?
You say you wanna fight us, come fight us
We do it 'cuz it's real fuck a title
It's all about survival, dedicated to my rivals
And you could die ho, what they talkin' 'bout
Bone Thugs ran, nigga we never ever run from no man
And fear none if you see a clique of niggaz get the big gun
Pop one, spend a hun', bet the bitch run
He said, he came to get some, nigga, he ain't really want none
Don't let them suckas fool ya
(Nigga he ain't really want none)
Bustas won't do too much, I'll knock you out
That dumb shit comin' out ya mouth'll get ya nothin'
But a rematch, why these niggaz gotta lie?
They can't stand up and face the facts
Nigga your head got cracked, we heard what they said
Said that my niggaz fled but y'all niggaz know what's up
What? Y'all wanna shed more blood? Shit, then come on
World War
World War
World War
World War
(Now you know, now you know)
Nigga, bet our niggaz comin' to bring the pain
Better bring ya hard hat, nigga protect ya brain
Get a gun and bang bang
Tell me when ya really wanna battle
My nigga 'cuz we can handle that any way you wanna
Handle static, nigga, thug style, buck wild
Some tear up the club shit, whatever drop down
When the bullets get to jumpin' around
The playa haters on the ground, bleedin'
The 9-millimeter, hit him and he drop like, uh
Could it be ya life has been took?
No, not by the bullet but the nigga with the heater
I'm trigger happy, I'll be in demand, I'm in command
So let's move, now you know what the enemy look like
The clones that look and sound like Bone
Give a motherfucka more than Speedknots
And when he run up to get punked, give a nigga lumps
Y'all niggaz ain't mobsters 'cause if this was the mob
Somebody would've been shot ya
But we can get the hole out ya
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh Bone
Too strong for niggaz to hold on, to keep up
But I see ya still wanna be us, no matter
Who was claimin' it first, it's who's the realest
(Realest)
Do not enlist if you not ready for war
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(Now you know, now you know)
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(Now you know, now you know)
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