Talk about Drake being all in his feelings – and during the holidays!

Drake drops a new track called ‘War.’


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War Freestyle off of the EL KUUMBA tape link in bio

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In an Instagram post revealing new music, Drake writes, “Introducing EL-KUUMBA …Oliver El-Khatib in collaboration with Kuumba International presents EL-KUUMBA TAPE VOL. 1.”





As Rolling Stone writes, “The track finds Drake forgoing hooks and unraveling one long verse that touches on betrayals, romantic relationships, social media and ostensibly his feud with the Weeknd, although Drake seems intent on burying that hatchet.” 

Drake also released a music video alongside the song! The video, directed by Theo Skudra, films Drake and his friends at a ski resort, partying and hitting the slopes. And, get this – Marcella Zoia aka ‘Chair Girl’ (the girl who made headlines for throwing a chair off a balcony close to the Gardiner Expressway in Toronto earlier in the year) appeared in the original cut of music video, before public backlash in the comments caused Drake to post a new version with her edited out.

‘War’ comes after Drake’s previously released records, Omertà and Money in the Grave, as well as his collaborations with Chris Brown, Swae Lee and Rick Ross.


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And to all a good night…

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Check out the lyrics to War below.


Woi-oi, ayy

I don’t cop things for resale, don’t do iCloud,?don’t?do email
Feds wanna?tap up man and wire up?man like Chubbs did Detail
Back when Ricky was doin’ up Teesdale, I was doin’ dinner with Teezy
I didn’t trust no one, swore I got a lie, n***** got too greazy
Niko never move neeky, sweatsuit Nike, sweatsuit DG
If man get beaky, ring ring, call up GiGi, do him up neatly
Used to look up to a man from certain ends with tune on repeat
Thought he was a bad boy, then ’til man got pinched and man went PC
Man went PC just like Dell and Windows, some man been those
Before I was ever around Kendall’s, I was at ends though, dreamin’ up Enzo’s
The woman I do end up with has to be a bad girl just like Munchy
Can’t have no pretentious ting when I know this road gets bumpy
Word to the broski Jay, he got different names in different countries
Three waps in the whip, when we beat that case, where man live way too comfy
I don’t do well with people makin’ disses or makin’ threats
Woi-oi, man got flown like private jets, for way-way less
I know you tryna get one down on us ever since then it’s been stressed
‘Cause you know the reps dem owe you one and we always pay them debts
Wassa, wassa, just like the crodie Pressa, I don’t do no passa
Link with Scull and cousin Jamie hard, ah yard and we deh pon Gaza
Pasha Sasha pissed, I was way too young at the time for slashings
You n***** spend too much time on captions, not enough time on action
Pick one man with slaps that’s rappin’; I bet he don’t want no clashings
The LV pouch on chest is just for fashion, n***** just actin’
Are you dumb or stupid? The wheels on the Rolls is Chromazz, headshot domazz
Just checked in at the hotel floor that we all got potent aromas
OVOXO link up, mandem drink up, me and the drillers
Hawk and Sticks and Cash and Baka, Gucci, P, and Gilla
And the boy that sound like he sang on Thriller, you know that’s been my n****
Yeah, we just had to fix things, family, 6ix tings, we can’t split up
As for the rest of the game, I’ll do man dirty, man’ll get two time
To me, that’s just our side, I don’t really care who rides on whose side
Ring ten shots to the poolside, never seen none of these grown men outside
4301 won’t spare no one, n***** gotta know about Southside
Steppin’ outta line, get outlined, ain’t North, tied up stateside
Bringin’ man down when it takes ties, tryna get saved by the bell like Bayside
Prince I carry that last name, that shit stays on me like brand names
Jas just lined up brand new hand tings and nice guy on a madting
Everyone I know has code names, anyone I’m beefin’ with is a no name
N***** can’t even win home games, they just gotta fall in line like Soul Train
Ayy, yeah

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