Lyrics:
my head
I say it's me verse me
Shit got me feeling Vietnam
They want an end to me
I'm only 16 boutta take over the century
They don't believe
They be
and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands, time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides
talkin' 'bout cheddar
Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt
FUCK y'all niggaz talkin' bout cheddar
[Ras] Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
[Can] Four swordsmen
[Ras] From the land
haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
I want to be haunted by the ghost
Of your precious love
coming back from war can barely get a job
All these mass shootings like we back in Vietnam
Babies having babies, I don't know what's going on, yeah
By
Richie
Who, by the way, was a Commodore
One time she gave mouth-to-mouth to a snaggle-tooth boar
Who couldn't breathe right since the Vietnam War
Then
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
creeping around in your head like a vine
Your spit is the meat of the rose harvested by the dull
Let fly the doves, unhook their leather wings from
of his horns off and stabbed him with that son of a bitch. Got a friend who hunts where I live, he's one of them guys that has them Vietnam flashbacks, he
I have prayed for America
I was made for America
It's in my blood and in my bones
By the dawn's early light
By all I know is right
We're going
And still proud to be a part of Uncle Sam
I wonder if they think I died of hunger
In this rotten prison camp in Vietnam
Not a day goes by that I don't
And still proud to be a part of Uncle Sam
I wonder if they think I died of hunger
In this rotten prison camp in Vietnam
Not a day goes by that I don't
got a way of walking
You got a way of talking
And there's something about you
And now I know I never ever
Wanna be without you
I wanna be haunted by
got a way of walking
You got a way of talking
And there's something about you
And now I know I never ever
Wanna be without you
I wanna be haunted by
Vietnam
Ya nahmean jersey's front court
Vietnam, I know i'm gonna talk about it
Parks is Parks for a reason
Right here? Beautiful, look
I'ma need those
by biscayne / life iz uh highway/ pick uh lane shorty pick uh destination and you'll get there shortly/ I promise/ tha coconut curry chicken lime rice
by the sea
He doesn't want to remember Vietnam
He doesn't wanna feel the way that he felt
Most of his friends died there
He just tries to bless
Vietnam on ’em (Hey)
I got God with me, I’m a proud owner (Yah)
It could get ugly, do it in style on ’em (Hey)
You see, they don’t know about this man, like
will sustain like healthcare from Obam
Woke up like i'm Robin scream good morning vietnam
("Good Morning Vietnam!")
I know you're confused but really
at the sky
Casting judgement to all that walk by
Cause I fucked up
I'd put it all with a coin and a toss
I'm Vietnam with the sign of the cross
Don't fucking
of Corruption
United States of Destruction
United States of
Armageddon!
Tears of Vietnam
Are falling with napalm
Soldiers are fighting in their dreams
This is
sampans floatings markets light of gold
All I know of you is the sights of war
A film by Coppola the helicopter's roar
One day I'll touch your soil one day
150 on my arm
While my niggas in the field like Vietnam
We them gods yea yea
Tryna bring us home, ain't no taking thrones
We encoded BYOT, gotta bring
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