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Jeru the Damaja - War lyrics
* send corrections to the typist [Speech] Will all these troops please ?? And all men all equal and in thou thy creator available right and when these rights are destroyed over long periods of crime it is your duutyy to destroy, demolish its venom (Applause) [Verse 1: Jeru] War, my skills is this stuff backwards I perform for the white kids but do this for the black kids To get this ill takes practice I'm takin' over the industry with ghetto verbal and tactics Hard times build muscle up like the gasses I'm inatainless or losin' they minds makin' points pissin' on kids The streets is ill save the theatrics I still treat a bitch like a bitch while y'all niggaz is doin' backflips I can't trip I guess it's part of the game like Ja-Rule bitin' my name like MJ glowin' up in flames like chickens suckin' dick for fame As things change I remain the same tryin' to keep sane Mo many strugglin' to maintain The stress of ghetto livin' can bust ya brain It seems the road is paved with less joy than pain I wanna regress but I refrain If I don't I rage war Right here in the streets of New York Some talk the talk, but don't walk the walk Like Muslems at the corner sport some sell import My little brother still out blind and chalk They went from forties to the champagne court Videos and true lies makin' all the birds squalk Little girls butt naked so the ?president's? stalk My man say he was guard holdin' the devil's pitchfork That's why I'm throwin' rhymes like Geronimo's tomahawk [Verse 2: Jeru] War, many shout it but don't wanna see it I stay low and lay boobytraps like the cong in Viet Norm loud talk in the stairs can't do me harm Know some niggaz wanna stop it I'm still droppin' the bomb Shit is death like Tennessaucee ring the alarm (ring the alarm) It's still a mystery to you like the 80 seconds song Some fight 'til the end some sell out like Uncle Tom So much contempt others that's flow with they jelly like napalm War, is more than hand to hand and firearms It's only won when the mind is calm So I study Sun-Tzu and stopped smokin' chron' In my left hand riches, long life in my right palm [Fragment of a movie] |
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