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John J. Mearsheimer (born December 1947) is an American professor of Political Science at the University of Chicago. He is an international relations theorist. Known for his 2001 book on offensive realism, The Tragedy of Great Power Politics, Mearsheimer became better known for co-authoring with Stephen Walt the New York Times Best Seller The Israel Lobby and U.S. Foreign Policy (2007). His 2011 book Why Leaders Lie: The Truth About Lying in International Politics is described as cataloging "the kinds of lies nations tell each other." According to an interview with Mearsheimer in The Boston Globe, the lesson of the book is: "Lie selectively, lie well, and ultimately be good at what you do."
Mearsheimer was born in December 1947 in Brooklyn, New York. He was raised in New York City until the age of eight, when his parents moved his family to Croton-on-Hudson, New York, a suburb located in Westchester County.
When he was 17, Mearsheimer enlisted in the U.S. Army. After one year as an enlisted member, he chose to attend the United States Military Academy at West Point. He attended West Point from 1966–1970. After graduation, he served for five years as an officer in the U.S. Air Force.
Riot, I said everybody riot
Tell 'em if they want, come try it
I mean, make war, everybody fight it
Done with them secrets, yep I ain't keepin' quiet
They say this won't hurt me, they lying
They just tryin' to merk me, slowly I'm dying
Lie, they lie, now they trying to body us pride
My pride, choke button, this a slaughter house
Trying to hold on, but it's hard
Screaming Oh my, oh my, oh-oh my God!
Whoa! Slave on this track, and sin is the pimp son
Homer chokin' I just seen Bart Simpson
Danger, man, cause this thing is a monster
Pro said fight cause sin, it'll haunt ya
So that's what I do, till I hear the bell ring
Startin' up a riot, that's a everyday thing
La da da da, la di da di da [x4]
Start a riot [x8]
Ohhhh!
Okay, battle lines drawn, face paint on
When the opposition come, it's time to drop bombs
War clothes on, you can call it under armour
God-given weapons so the enemy won't harm ya
Yes, I'm a snitch, or you can say informer
Call it what you wanna, ay I'm just tryin' to warn ya
Keep it on the low, watch your name... Become a tabloid
Sin, can't avoid it, but we still tryin' to pay for it
And you will till you riot, fight with everything
'Cause the law can beat you down, Rodney Kind
And you just tryin to get along
You don't see that nothin' wrong
But when you get alone, you trin' to get it on
But with the Lord, ain't no such thing as secret
He know what you finna say, way before you speak it
Knows what you finna look at before you see it
Knows everything, so confess it man, seek Him
La da da da, la di da di da [x4]
Start a riot [x8]
Ohhhh!
Ye-ye-ye, ye-ye-yeah [x4]
La di da da, we come back and reload
La di da da, don't hold back, here we go
La di da da, I know what we fo' sho'
La di da da, hold it down and let's go
Cause I refuse to be the one line on the son
Like He don't change lives, I'm alive, look what
He's done,
I'm a product of confession man, every line's a lesson
I repent and tell it, no occupation, profession
La da da da, la di da di da [x4]
Start a riot [x8]