body still lays with the war from years before and your mother needs you now more than ever can you get me out of this place away from this world away from these killing fields
fucking warlord, blood-stained floors I'm the opposite of pure drugs [? ] war [Verse 2: Trademarc] You want the god of war? Man I'm a connoisseur A piece
s the problem? Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? [Verse 2] It's like Cambodia the killing fields
war no-one can win Killing time about to begin Home, far away From the war, a chance to live again Home, far away But the war, no chance to live
's and Blimpie's(yeeah) From alright to handsome(whhaatt!), from one room to mansions(whhaatt!) From hangin on the block to throwin parties in the Hamptons(whooo!) From
from hot wheels, to big wheels, from Hyundais to Bentlys, 5 course meals, no more Popeys and Blimpes, From alright to handsome, from one room to mansion, From
shouldn't have it So I grab it, never run, the outcome is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be or where you're from, West or East coast, squeeze
I be walkin' god like a dog My narrative fearless My word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home from Paris Steel from a furnace I was born landless
[Zack de la Rocha] I be walkin' god like a dog, my narrative, fearless My word war returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris Like Steel from a furnace
Blastin' me, your family, rest in coffins often Frank Wizzard, far from soft or fragilla Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer Slash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer
I be walkin' God like a dog my narrative fearless Word War returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris Like steel from a furnace, I was born landless
I gotta give you the 411, shit is straight 911, word) It's $2.50, nigga, back the fuck up! Talk to me... (Word, them blue ninjas is everywhere Word, watch
round clips from my automatic Uzi Run and duck and hide nigga, you fried Ain't no love where I'm from, from the outside to the inside The projects from
it's fire for ya Water, don't need none let it burn Let it be known that it's my turn, let 'em turn Be concerned with these words I got Whatever they sayin about the Line, we better kill
m the matrix with the code for smallpox rapist Out of all shots mine are worn from hit 'n' runs, caught 'em mixtapeless Straight from limbo where the
because the fuckin' armee called me And it's all out war, niggas fall out For reasons thats now unknown, check this shit I got the illest, the realest, hard for kids to kill
