Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tribes At War, artist - Nas. Album song Distant Relatives, in the genre РеггиDate of issue: 17.05.2010
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Tribes At War |
| Tribal war |
| We nuh want no more a dat |
| Every man deserve to earn |
| And every child deserve to learn, now |
| Tribal war |
| A nuh dat we a defend |
| Every man deserve a turn |
| Like a flame deserve to burn |
| Man what happened to us? |
| Geographically they moved us From africa |
| We was once happiness pursuers |
| Now we back stabbing, combative and abusive |
| The african and arab go at it they most muslim |
| Used to be moving in unison |
| Disputes would end |
| Bounty hunters and grape street get cool again |
| Some standard housing |
| Got the young running rampant |
| Wilding, for a phantom |
| He can style in Mask on his face |
| Grabbing his luger |
| Saying, 'gnobody move or I’ll shoot ya' |
| Man you’re expiring |
| Catch 25 and he does it like a man |
| He sides with black, |
| White pride and mexican |
| Survive the best he can |
| Strap a shank to his thigh |
| Why do we all collide? |
| Why do the young die? |
| Extortion, murder and burglary |
| Tattoos his chest |
| Says his enemies don’t deserve to breathe |
| Tribal war |
| We nuh want no more a dat |
| Everyone deserve to earn |
| And every child deserve to learn, lord |
| Tribal war |
| A nuh dat we a defend |
| Each and every man deserve a turn |
| Like a flame deserve to burn |
| I drink poison |
| Then I vomit diamonds |
| I gave you mandela, black dalai lamas |
| I gave you music |
| You enthused in my kindness |
| So how dare you reduce me to donny imus |
| Timeless in case we never been acquainted |
| Flyness who made it It gets duplicated |
| Mindless violence |
| Well let me try to paint it Here’s the 5 steps |
| In hopes to explain it One! |
| Its me and my nation against the world |
| Two! |
| Then me and my clan against the nation |
| Three! |
| Then me and my fam' against the clan |
| Four! |
| Then me and my brother we no hesitation |
| Uh! |
| Go against the fam' until they cave in Five! |
| Now who’s left in this deadly equation? |
| That’s right, it’s me against my brother |
| Then we point a kalashnikov |
| And kill one another |
| Tribal war |
| We nuh want no more a dat |
| Everyone deserve to earn |
| And every child deserve to learn |
| Tribal war |
| A nuh dat we a defend |
| Every man deserve a turn |
| Like a flame deserve to burn |
| Man a war tribal |
| Over colors |
| Over money, over land, and over oil, and over god |
| And over idols, and even lovers |
| Over breakfast, over dinner, over suppers |
| Over jungle, over rema, over buckers |
| Over brooklyn, over queens, and over rutgers |
| Over red, and over blue, and over chuckers |
| Over red and over blue and under covers |
| Tribal trouble |
| The drive by s double |
| Cause the youth dem nah go war |
| And go fight with knuckle |
| The two sides scuffle |
| Vietnam nah go a war |
| With no more kung fu nun chuckle |
| Missile and shuttle |
| Huh |
| And the queen of england and uncle sam |
| Dem a flex dem muscle |
| The tribal hustle |
| Blood diamond poodle |
| Survival struggle |
| Tribal war |
| We nuh want no more a dat |
| Everyone deserve to earn |
| Every child deserve to learn |
| Tribal war |
| A nuh dat we a defend |
| Each and every man deserve a turn |
| Like a flame deserve to burn |