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Qwel - Art of War lyrics
f/ Robust * send corrections to the typist (verse 1)(Robust) Let's count the Christians and cry It's past mathematical how religions divide Now lets act practical Please use fractions in rational means And use your heart Instead of dwelling on the felon you knew who threw the darts Because you miss drew a part Through the tower of gravel Tryin' to reach the gates Preaching' hate on the tower of Babylon So babble on but yo nobody listening And the well that you're wishing in is the one the hellons are pissing in Position to let the snakes set the bait at heaven's gates Mastered by pastors snatching collection plates from section eight The apples from Adam, but you had 'em stuck in your throat Facts and wisdom killed the catacism entrusting' the pope So once we stop the rock throwing We'll stop growing apart Not knowing the art, and stop throwing the darts But it seems like there's a target market for the art of war Started for the so-called martyrs to barter more For starters honestly ask yourself, "Is god a reverend?" Probably not, but you thought so when you bought your spot in heaven God's a 7 - 8 - 9 take time and find the devil's a priest Lower the levels and feast on fire hire the rebels to preach And teach the masses reaching' breach the classes So dodge your ?? before they drop the bombs and release the gases (Verse 2) (QWEL) I can't drag you to the virus, but I can die trying Calling the truth science born with two eyes on mount Zion Outside the chimes of thunder claps, glass and bomb sirens To unite us under government lies, class and cop tyrants Find time for god, the odds if I'm a die rhyming Demolishing islands of thoughts Fought for Salomon's diamonds Sought god for guidance Osiris out the catacombs Lost in a violent mindstate Snakes hide the path home Shatter bones behold nuclear winter Blankets of ash, thank the cash in the bank Mow the snakes in the grass I see a glass plate powder Cowards bleeding for life Dust in one hour relieving the power of zebra stripes Thief in the night creeping to defeat the beast lose the fire Crucified who? The truth is it's time to choose a side See I'd rather die then loss my soul to foolish pride Mornings of armegeddons settling arguments but who am I? You decide to use the bi, directed by You divide the crucifix school supplies amongst the deaf and blind I don't worship them serpents surfacing with perfect weaponry Certain the recipes start with the breath The word is destiny Let it be known, from hear on you stand warned One last chance to transform your rough drafts to sandstorms |
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