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Don't want to play your war games
And see those bullets fly
To end in desolation
Before my very eyes

Respect lose it forever
You'll find it was

Let me slow it down so
These ignorant people hear me
Even my favorite MC's won't get near
Me cause they fear me revere me
No disrespect i mean that shit

distracted by someone else's life
Wasting your time 

Now he remembers strong and clear 
Struggling hard for a lost war
A number without face and name 
Trapped

still want
Children of your own

Confused by all different propaganda
In this information war
And no one listens to Cassandra
Or hears her anymore
 
Oh,

'cause I suffer
From the plain that knows no bounds at all
Between childrens's game and war of morons
Between torture and relief help me find my home

Pump up the volume and go insane
Hey, I don't wanna raise no war senor,
except the Karate plus on the Commodore 64
You wanna try my rhyme galore?
I give

By no means it ain't over
The flowering time has begun
(you'll be there)
You'll be on top of the world

Nothing venture, nothing have
Clearing

the same
Rollin' like a Cat 5 hurricane
Out of the smoke
Like it's slow mo
War paint baby get your game face on
Everybody knows we goin' all night long
Turn

Raw game, you can tell by my war scars
Oh Lord, thank God that I got far
Couple of my real niggas in the graveyard
No, I never gave a fuck since

It's OK

Jeff "T-Bone" Gerard

Bone-A-Fide

2005

and golden state warriors, that ya gotta be ready to die, gotta decide, could be facing 20 to life, in a 6 by 9 cell, in jail wit no bail, just waiting to get

The Law

Sunz of Man

Elements

2004

golden sandals
Gold shield, war force field
Silver spear, jasper armor flooded with onyx
Silk garment, a silk cape, a nickel plate breastplate
A golden

What We Became

No Trigger

Extinction in Stereo

2005

Like an episode of twilight zone there's a country torn apart by personal preference, genetics, and the fear of progress. if a man and a man cannot

Here I Come

Snass

Playa of the Year

2002

[Intro: Snass talking]
Eiyo this one is a war track, son (Uh, uh)

[Verse One]
Hata, it's all about making paper (Uh!)
Business is my major
I was

To Leave Me Standing in the Rain

Mr. Reality

Mr. Reality

1992

I made a run, I run out yesterday
Tried to find my mountain hideaway
Maybe next year, maybe no go
I know you're watching me every minute

Nobody Likes Us

Discipline

Nice Boys Finish Last

2002

you want blood, you've got it,
This time it ain't a game
We're taking no prisoners,
We're going all the way

Nobody likes us 
But we don't care!

I was tempted by your company
And you've already noticed me
I'm sorry for what I say when I don't know what I'm saying
And you don't have to play

The wicked games that people play
The wars the greed they waste away
It's sad (it's sad)
It's sad

So let's spread the word across the land
Yeah one by

only recall a handful
(couple) most got locked and turn
To T-shirts and candles (fuck shit up)
In a, war zone where bodies pop up dead
(Harlem)
Big

the wall
I cannot see your face at all
I'm gonna break that wall
I'm gonna break that wall

Cause you think you're right in what you do
Fly so high by

Has no place left to boil
That's when the land was overrun
By plants and factory scenes
And all the crafts got dry cleaned
A shadow once nobody owned

Decide the day is over
Hang it on your shoulder
Hoping that you could notice
Okay, let's go, I was posted by my grave
Hey, bae, come lay with me, like