作曲 : Jeru the Damaja "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 I'm 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 ***** like a ***** While y'all ****** 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' **** 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 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 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 president's stalk My man say he was god 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..nam Loud talkin' and stares can't do me harm Know some ****** wanna stop it I'm still droppin' the bomb S*it is death like Tennessaucee ring the alarm (ring the alarm) It's still a mystery to you like the 82nd psalm 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]
作曲 : Jeru the Damaja "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 I'm 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 ***** like a ***** While y'all ****** 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' **** 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 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 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 president's stalk My man say he was god 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..nam Loud talkin' and stares can't do me harm Know some ****** wanna stop it I'm still droppin' the bomb S*it is death like Tennessaucee ring the alarm (ring the alarm) It's still a mystery to you like the 82nd psalm 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]
