Tonalità: Gb major•
Verse 1
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At night I see their faces.
All the men I've killed.
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They're standing there on the far
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bank of the river Styx.
They're waiting for me.
They say, 'Welcome,
brother'.
We men are wretched things.
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I told you how to fight
But I never told you why to fight.
I fight for you.
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Yes, but who will you fight for
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when I'm gone?
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Sol diers they fight for kings
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they've never even met.
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They do what they're told,
they die when they're told to die.
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Soldiers obey.
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Don't waste your life following
Interlude 1
some fool's orders.
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Verse 2
Who is the one, Jah
What is his name, God
Who is his son, Ra
What is his aba, Yah
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Where is his, Amis- tad
Somewhere they're Amen- Ra
Allahu, Akbar
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Cut, cut, from the deep in
the Congo's
Worshippin', Durga
Cut, what is his abayah
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Yah- hu, Yah- hu, Yah- hu
Verse 3
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Who so loveth the destruction
love of knowledge
For he that hated reproof
this brewage
Clueless, foolish, stupid, the truest
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Wit two fists, five loaves of bread
Take the Priest and his robe
Then pass the rest of the dread
Now that the supreme flesh
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has been spread
And the elect has been fed
I unveil in the flesh Melchezedeck
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Throw rose pedals in front of his steps
Gold medals upon his chest
That old devil is a mess
Vex in his Lex
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A man should be satisfied wit good
by the food of his mouth
In a time of drought,
his roots should still sprout
What the owl sees at night
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So he should seed the speed
of the field mouse
Priest the old tree wit broke leaves
Restored, pure,
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got up off of that cross
Brushed his bloody towels off
Took a shower, washed off the saw
Cover up the holes wit tats
A#m
He's back, no remorse,
Five Mics in the Source
Five lights in his thought
Shines bright for the loss
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The wisdom of the prudence
is to understand his way
But to follow ya fool is deceit
And discrete and deceased
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Interlude 2
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Verse 4
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[Chorus]
I inherit genetics,
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esoteric from a ghetto's perspective
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Poetic rebel, objective, on many levels,
selective
Constitutional laws,
pharmaceutical is yours
Bad fools create mad moves
A#m
The beef you eat turn
us into a brute beast
Your intestines are infested wit germs
The terms, the garbage they injected
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Make it hard to digest it
The pork on your fork create a corpse
The chicken they bring
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from the kitchen
Prepared by Satan's henchmen
George Washington chopped
down a cherry tree
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But that cherry tree was a Cherokee
Corrupt Government,
Mobsters bury G's
These Black leaders hate me
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like they Pharisees
Everything I do the Pharaoh sees
The Mayan calendar checker,
for updates on America
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The letters redeemed,
fully beamed, face gleam
Like Moses from the burnin' bush
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I turned and look at my homies while
they was burnin' kush
They all had this concernin' look
I spoke and said "Return the books"
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Open and read my eternal hooks
See my writin',
it's frightenin' as my journal shook
Outro 1
[Chorus]
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