Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song War , by - Jeru The Damaja. Song from the album Divine Design, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 22.09.2003
Song language: English
War |
| «We hold these truths to be self evident |
| That all men are created equal |
| And endowed by their creator |
| With certain inalienable rights |
| And when these rights are destroyed over long periods of time |
| It is your duutyy to destroy, demolish its venom» |
| (Applause) |
| War, my skills is this spelled 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 like lactic acid |
| Some entertainers losin' they minds |
| Makin' porns pissin' on kids |
| The streets is ill save the theatrics |
| I still treat a bitch like a bitch |
| While y’all niggas 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 |
| While 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 store sellin' pork |
| My little brother still outlined in 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 god holdin' the devil’s pitchfork |
| That’s why I’m throwin' rhymes like Geronimo’s tomahawk |
| War, many shout it but don’t wanna see it |
| I stay low and lay boobytraps like the cong in Viet. |
| nam |
| Loud talkin' and stares can’t do me harm |
| Know some niggas 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 82nd psalm |
| 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 |