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[R. Prophet] Welcome
[Chorus 4x - Nappy Roots] War/Peace, c`mon 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 she`s 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 world`s corrupt, how can I defend it? Need more love, that`s 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 can`t find nothin But am I wrong if a preacher can`t reach me? Or am I dumb cause a teacher can`t teach me? I`m too black for this world here to bleach me I`m too much hell for this heaven here to keep me But you can beat me, slander me, cancel me But see I`m real so you still gotta answer me
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[Skinny Deville] The thought of all destruction, man ain`t nothin gonna last I feel the pain and sufferin, the system done collapsed Wood is burnin, big construction`s burnin, holdin on a pass Shattered glass the aftermath, tragic death is on the trail Empty shells, the ghetto`s extinct, there`s heaven and there`s hell Burnin souls, the opposite of peace for 7 million years Started livin well, self-esteem, been lovin with myself It`s time for revolution, get yo` gauge and bullets off the shelf Because it`s war
[Ron Clutch] Because the end is almost here but I done been here before So I haven`t 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 I`m still witcha, you can hear me loud and clearly When I`m howlin at the moon (whoooooo) Mama heard me freestylin in the womb Heard me battlin the beat of her heart when it boom I`m born again, I`m free! I`m Nappy to my Roots!
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[Big V] Do it, c`mon, c`mon, yeah! Do it, c`mon, c`mon, yeah! Do it, c`mon, c`mon, 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 ain`t safe even in Oregon Each mourn, then there`s more gone Bloodshed filthy as the money it pours on The guilty hand washes the sore one King James boxin a Qu`ran The officials are morons, can`t trust no one
[Big V] But if the whinos don`t know it, the streets won`t repeat it If it ain`t adverse, then the reverend won`t preach it Represent the slums, the misfits and have-nots Buddy we had not, born in a bad spot
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