Lyrics:
goes a war
Strangeness happened
You stole my safety I'm feeling
Trapped and a poison
Spreads through my whole body
I'm taken by a stranger
I don't know
There were continuous streaming red lights moving forward all around me
The sensation of floating
Such a smooth, safe sensation, secure
Moving so
ask somebody that
The people that's most affected, by this war
are the so-called hip-hop generation
The Army is the best kept secret in the whole
cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time
(Feel me baby, it's on)
Uh, I was launched off the block, straight to the top
To yachts with helicopters, I'm so hot
Paparazzi, blinded by the rocks
a mothafucka
Keep it real, never lie to a mothafucker hold me down
Chillin' in a-gadda-da-vida, rockin' Adidas
With a senorita and she sippin' liquor by
words nigga duffel bags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
a thug do
I'm in the hood like
Bitches wearin Ugg boots
I tell her war stories
She loves my war scars
This is thug love, and she my world y'all
Baby girl
kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know,
Whoever said "Game Over" must of had a hangover,
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover,
I got blood
(Bongo By The Way)
Uh, got killers in LA that take your life in a New York minute
Uh, flying across the Atlantic with a bitch from across
got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats
See, me,
A compete fi heartness
And a prove who badder
And every day them come speechy by
Exposing the woman them shame, but why ?
Whole a unnuh in a the game
[Chorus]
Can you dig it, alright I can dig it
Cause I'm your hip hop lyrical robot and a red cool cat
Yes I'm your hip hop lyrical robot
we lived and died by it
Chorus
Juvenile:
If war ever came we held the fort down
Back, slowed up, we switched and sold pound
Stayed on point
thunder birds fly
We are wild and free
To fight and die by the open sky
Spirit horse ride for me
Red cloud, black hawk, sitting bull
Crazy horse, Geronimo
the charm of salomo
Halluzinations and mysterious
Drift him into an inconceivable war
He get stigmated in a holy war
Against apocalyptic mights
Nails
the God of War like Mars
That leave MC's smashed by my Squad
It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
Of my extreme fellas, rockin'
body in the playground by the swings
Anyone can get it, for sure it don't matter dawg
Especially when a nigga tries commitin sabotage
There ain't
In seventy-six the sky was red
thunder rumbling overhead
Bad King George couldn't sleep in his bed
And on that stormy morn, Ol' Uncle Sam was
Came in the game as a youngin, signed wit cash money,
Pocket full of money, niggas poppin shit alwyas talkin bout sumthin,
See ya ass in public it's
in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real
inspired by that feelin' that I provided (talk to 'em)
Book of Conway, I'm far from my final chapter (uh-huh)
Retired trapper, my idols wasn't no rappers
died
Red flag red rag lookin like that b**** lied
She got it died red prolly give that fye Head
Lay back and imma pull them panties 2 the side
She love 2
down
The revolution isn't coming
There is only war among tyrants
The brainless brawnless masses
Scatter as their world explodes
Just pay your fucking
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