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Nappy Roots - War & Peace lyrics
[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
[Chorus]
 [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 warNappy Roots - War & Peace - http://motolyrics.com/nappy-roots/war-and-peace-lyrics.html
 [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 she'd 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!
[Chorus]
 [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
[Chorus]









