Nappy Roots War - Peace Lyrics

War - Peace Lyrics

[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]