[R. Prophet] Welcome [Chorus 4x ? Nappy Roots] War/Peace, cmon Nappy Love/Lust, now say it, Roots [R. Prophet] I got a telegram from a pelican Said in the clouds last night she got higher then shes ever been Seen shuttles and huddles, hard rocks and war bombs In real life our words in distorted sound Coke and Hen mix, guitar Jimi Hendrix Smokes and blunts but this is my experience The worlds corrupt, how can I defend it? Need more love, thats why I have to send it [B. Stille] Know what it is when you really tryin to be somethin But in your minds you really cant find nothin But am I wrong if a preacher cant reach me? Or am I dumb cause a teacher cant teach me? Im too black for this world here to bleach me Im too much hell for this heaven here to keep me But you can beat me, slander me, cancel me But see Im real so you still gotta answer me [Chorus] [Skinny Deville] The thought of all destruction, man aint nothin gonna last I feel the pain and sufferin, the system done collapsed Wood is burnin, big constructions burnin, holdin on a pass Shattered glass the aftermath, tragic death is on the trail Empty shells, the ghettos extinct, theres heaven and theres hell Burnin souls, the opposite of peace for 7 million years Started livin well, self-esteem, been lovin with myself Its time for revolution, get yo gauge and bullets off the shelf Because its war [Ron Clutch] Because the end is almost here but I done been here before So I havent any fear for I trust in the Lord When I die nobody cry, nobody shed not a tear In the middle of the floor pour out your liquor and your beer Im still witcha, you can hear me loud and clearly When Im howlin at the moon (whoooooo) Mama heard me freestylin in the womb Heard me battlin the beat of her heart when it boom Im born again, Im free! Im Nappy to my Roots! [Chorus] [Big V] Do it, cmon, cmon, yeah! Do it, cmon, cmon, yeah! Do it, cmon, cmon, yeah! Do it, do it, do it, do it! [B. Stille] Rich man purchased a poor one This land versus a fore run Either you with us or for ?em Pistols and missiles got ?em just to wage war on It aint safe even in Oregon Each mourn, then theres more gone Bloodshed filthy as the money it pours on The guilty hand washes the sore one King James boxin a Quran The officials are morons, cant trust no one [Big V] But if the whinos dont know it, the streets wont repeat it If it aint adverse, then the reverend wont preach it Represent the slums, the misfits and have-nots Buddy we had not, born in a bad spot [Chorus]
Artist: Nappy Roots
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