War/peace Lyrics - Nappy Roots

[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 war 

[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 shed 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]