Now get the fuck up off me nigga..

[Big Boi]
As I, struggle to keep my balance and composure
I’m ‘posed ta, propose a toast to players on every coast-a
The lyrical roller coaster, mind-bender
‘Stead of watchin these sucker MC’s
I’m seein just how they lyin to the general population
Don’t be patient, get up and stand up for your life
Don’t you agree or understand we lost some rights at 1-1-9?
Come dumb, come young, come blind unwind confined
to the situation, we facin, cause in time, tick tick boom

[singers]
Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom
Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom
Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom
Tick, boom.. tick, tick-boom

[explosion forward and reversed]
[scratched: "You're gonna die here" - 2X]

[Big Boi]
When will we all, awake up out this dream
Come here and smell the Folgers, the soldiers are human beings
Man actin as if he was the supreme bein
Clockin the souls of men out like he was G-O-D and
W-A-Rrah, there’ll be no tomorrow but sorrow
and horror will follow the hollow hearts battle for dollars
Politicians, modern day magicians
Physicians of death, more health care for poor health
Who makin us ill, they makin us kill
That’s makin me spill my guts (chill Big, lay in the cut)
For what? I refuse to sit in the backseat and get handled
Like I do nuttin all day but sit around watch the Cartoon Channel
I rap about, the Presidential election and the scandal
that followed, and we all watched the nation, as it swallowed
and chalked it up, basically America you got FUCKED
The media shucked and jived now we stuck – damn!

[singing - "can't be heard clearly"]
[scratched: "You're gonna die here" - 2X]

[Big Boi]
Operation Anaconda – ask yourself
was it full of bleeps and blunders, did they ever find Osama?
And why in the fuck did Daniel Pearl have to pay the price
for his life and his wife plead twice?
See Al-Amin got life and Fred got dead, Hampton
To dampen the dream of all the Panthers
They got they answer for ransom
As we read together, as we dream together
Count your blessings whenever you feel that things won’t be no better
But it got to, you gave me this microphone so I must rock you
Your brainwaves, airwaves, energized and SHOCKED you
Y’all got me, well I got y’all, long as I know y’all listenin
I’ma always bring food for thought to the table in the kitchen
Now eat nigga!

http://www.virginmegamagazine.com/default.asp?aid=A42

Verse 2
Let your hair down to the track, yeah, kick on back
Boo! The boogie monster of rap, yeah, the man’s back
With a plan to ambush this Bush administration, mush the Senate’s face in,
Push this generation of kids to stand and fight for the right to say somethin’ you might not like, this white hot light that I’m under, no Wonder I look so Sunburnt,
Oh no I won’t leave no stone unturned
Oh no I won’t leave, won’t go nowhere, do-si-do, oh, yo, ho, hello there
Oh, yeah, don’t think I won’t go there, go to Beirut and do a show there
Yeah, you laugh till your muthafuckin’ ass gets drafted,
while you’re at Band camp thinkin’ the crap can’t happen
Till you fuck around, get an Anthrax napkin, inside a package wrapped in saran wrap wrappin’
Open the plastic and then you stand back gaspin’, fuckin’ assassins hijackin’ Amtraks crashin’
All this terror America demands action, next thing you know you’ve got Uncle Sam’s ass askin’
To join the Army or what you’ll do for they Navy
You just a baby, gettin’ recruited at eighteen
You’re on a plane now, eatin’ their food and their baked beans
I’m twenty-eight, they gonna take you ‘fore they take me
Crazy insane or insane crazy? When I say Hussein, you say Shady
My views ain’t changed, still inhumane, wait, arraigned two days late, the date’s today, hang me!

Stereolab’s “Ping Pong” is a great, seminal anti-war song, imo, and it fits with the Bush ethic rather well:

it’s alright ‘cos the historical pattern has shown
how the economical cycle tends to revolve
in a round of decades three stages stand out in a loop
a slump and war then peel back to square one and back for more

bigger slump and bigger wars and a smaller recovery
huger slump and greater wars and a shallower recovery

you see the recovery always comes ’round again
there’s nothing to worry for things will look after themselves
it’s alright recovery always comes ’round again
there’s nothing to worry if things can only get better

there’s only millions that lose their jobs and homes and sometimes accents
there’s only millions that die in their bloody wars, it’s alright

it’s only their lives and the lives of their next of kin that they are losing
it’s only their lives and the lives of their next of kin that they are losing

[...]

don’t worry be happy things will get better naturally
don’t worry shut up sit down go with it and be happy

dum, dum, dum, de dum dum, de duh de duh de dum dum dum… ah ah
dum, dum, dum, de dum dum, de duh de duh de dum dum dum… ah ah

Apparently, Super Furry Animals’ “No Sympathy” is sung from the perspective of W. Sadly, SFA is Welsh, so they tend to keep their lefty politics out of American discussions. There’s a level of political engagement on the new album, Phantom Power, but nothing (even “Liberty Belle”) is appropriately anti-Bush.

http://www.georgybush.com/

http://teenmusic.about.com/cs/toppicks/tp/blantiwar1.htm