[Verse 1: Fatz Da Assa**in] Come on.. Napalm, fire storm, Industry melt down Got em' runnin' round seeking salvation underground Decadence, and negligence, paralyzed the economic infrastructure Weaker than it ever been, the consequence, now: Anarchy rules Jacob playin' hot potatoes droppin' his j**els Watching these fools... abandon truth when they rhyme They hang around Flav's neck, they all big time Mainstream's encrypted with a virus Hijacked like an oil tanker by Somali pirates Adorn the battle armor of a verbal a**a**in Setting off napalm, with murderous pa**ion Genocidal fall-out, martyrs, casualties Krylon tapestries, ashes and memories This is the frontline, this is the dead-zone Barely alive or in a box is how you head home! [Hook: Immortal Technique] This is napalm, Greek fire, white phosphorous Justified genocide, judgements days politics Preach life and liberty but give the world the opposite So I play Jesus casting devils out the populace We are all: Casualties of War! x4 [Verse 2: Goodtime Slim] This be a Rebel Army call: “send a**ault in” Slice you like I'm Sultan, scorch you like molten Lava, spit it to the heavens like a geyser b**h n***a strip from my violence like the Gaza Lethal transcriber, calm voice and word play Build occult following, call me Slimothy McVeigh Thoughts get separated, lyrical land mine, beats get detonated Anybody feeling liberated get obliterated Lasting oppressions from a maniacal depression The war zone, each lost limb should be a lesson learned Make you incessantly burn, from the f**in' napalm You a slacker, see the Rebel Armz my faculty Underground barracks be the last stand for cavalries Screws closed, get oxidized like glucose and calories Stuck in the cell by my 16 bars Change the P to a C, coz' you a casualty of war [Hook: Immortal Technique] This is napalm, Greek fire, white phosphorous Justified genocide, judgements days politics Preach life and liberty but give the world the opposite So I play Jesus casting devils out the populous We are all: Casualties of War! x4 [Verse 3: Immortal Technique]] I never tried to be Jay Z or Big Poppa I'm underground like them dead children buried in Gaza I see through the eyes of a generation yet to be born I come from an alternate future where freedom is gone I refuse to pledge allegiance like Jehovah's Witnesses Take your shine and feed off that sh** like photosynthesis You n***as don't understand the world that I come from But you'll understand the Casualty Of War when you become one Your mother raped by soldiers, gave birth to a brother Now you understand what it's like to hate and love a mother f**er The chemical structure of food and water corrupted Children abducted for organ harvesting production The function of epidemic sprays that are man-made Are that genetic upgrades are only given to slaves So I'm on a crusade, with rocket propelled grenades To change history with the Rebel Army brigade, n***a