Lyrics:
when it's wartime, say when it's war
Where you gon' be when it's wartime
Say when it's wartime, and it's war
Where you gon' be when it's wartime
Say
Take a look around you, all the wonders that you see,
Take some time to ponder at just how it came to be.
Must have been a master plan, just beyond
4.) THE SACRED MOUNTAIN
(Music & Lyrics By James Durbin)
V1
The Sacred Mountain In distant realms
An honored place of passage to the ones who
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
Painted clouds blue cascading river
Dancing diamonds watercolor skies
Lay me down in time to be delivered
Mountain of sorrow fountain of life
bring is soon
Holy War
Now face the storm
A Holy War
Brothers of metal know no masters
Metal's our religion
Take it to the grave
Rulers
I see war
And I see the earth, but I no longer see my heart
I feel the wind in my wings from the top of my mountain
Like a bird fleeing the storm
I feel different
This is feeling like the first time
Eye to eye
With these hurt rhymes
This a mountain I don't really wanna climb now
This a mountain
Places, where we have no name
A man of no house is a
Man without masters to shame
Strangers, we're bound by despair
A clamor for glory
A throne deprived
been off on a journey to find myself
Maybe find my way back home
Been many an hour all by myself
In the darkest of nights
I was never ever alone
Always one more test can you be the one?
Face the march of time? All my work undone
Silver mountain climbed but silence is gold
So no more prattle prove
rough
This is the way I do "Power Controls"
War for the weak
Bed of rocks for the mediocre
The strong will thrive
The driven will drive
And
Power
through shit before
Civil war, whatcha calling me a nigga for?
I stay ready with a gun and a Machete
I aim steady by any means necessary
truthers
Following religion
If you really went down the rabbit hole
By now you'd know that's all a fiction
No masters
No slaves
Not afraid
Full of rage
Day by day
You take my friends away
Use them as your weapons
And let me trail behind
I'll just fight back
Even though there's no point arguing
To me,
of time by the bombs in your mind
that tell when the war will begin
But if you have to shelter don't get taken in
where the admission fee equals misery –
caged in, they see the dream we're chasing
Look at the war we're faced with, peep this hallucination
They know the youth are careless, look at us vote in
Hail mary from the graves, the Lord is with thee
Bless these thugs (Uuuugh) as we ride (As we ride)
Good side, bad side
[Master P]
Til death do us
Livin' the high life, make your moves at night
Pack your heat in this war zone, niggas is trife
Runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip
Make one false
leaves by the thousands
I make out a figure in the midst of the wind
A venerable master mysterious as Yin
With a Yang-white beard he puts words
on a traveling stone
Magic wisdom our only home
As flesh impostors fight the master
Of forces to them unknown yeah!
Blinded by the power
Life spell
illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping, their warm
peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, by Saint
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
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