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    Jeru The Damaja

    War

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    [Speech]
    "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]
    [Verse 1: Jeru]
    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 Im 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 yall niggaz is doin backflips
    I cant trip I guess its 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 dont I rage war
    Right here in the streets of New York
    Some talk the talk, but dont 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 presidents stalk
    My man say he was god holdin the devils pitchfork
    Thats why Im throwin rhymes like Geronimos tomahawk
    [Verse 2: Jeru]
    War, many shout it but dont wanna see it
    I stay low and lay boobytraps like the cong in Viet..nam
    Loud talkin and stares cant do me harm
    Know some niggaz wanna stop it Im still droppin the bomb
    Shit is death like Tennessaucee ring the alarm (ring the alarm)
    Its still a mystery to you like the 82nd psalm
    Some fight til the end some sell out like Uncle Tom
    So much contempt others thats flow with they jelly like napalm
    War, is more than hand to hand and firearms
    Its 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]
    [ War Lyrics ]
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