Тональность: 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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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
A#m
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
A#m
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
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,
A#m
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
A#m
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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