War lyrics

Artist  : Jeru The Damaja 
Song : War



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[Speech]

Will all these troops please ??

And all men all equal

and in thou thy creator

available right

and when these rights are destroyed over long
periods of crime

it is your duutyy to destroy, demolish its
venom

(Applause)



[Verse 1: Jeru]

War, my skills is this stuff 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 up like the gasses

I'm inatainless or losin' they minds

makin' points pissin' on kids

The streets is ill save the theatrics

I still treat a bitch like a bitch

while y'all niggaz 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

Mo 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 sport some sell
import

My little brother still out blind and 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 guard holdin' the devil's
pitchfork

That's why I'm throwin' rhymes like Geronimo's
tomahawk



[Verse 2: Jeru]

War, many shout it but don't wanna see it

I stay low and lay boobytraps like the cong in
Viet

Norm loud talk in the stairs can't do me harm

Know some niggaz 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 80 seconds
song

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



[Fragment of a movie]