Lyrical Breakdown of War - Album Version (Edited) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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War is a global economic phenomenon

Ain't a batch of guns on where, hellfire

Spittin', run up everything they hittin'

Some do they job to dodge the barrage

As sleek projectiles never stay bound

Fire bite invades the night with light

Loud, fighter planes shout shell rain

When they shot to kill cops on the terrain

And leave any brain that may remain stained

You god damn right this war goin' too far

Socialists think they converse with the stars

Wars found, my find the beauty in the stars

I level with death even beneath radar

I level with death and she got pretty eyes

Nobody told me death was so damn fine

I go to sleep with that girl on my mind

Wake up in a sea, I wanna fire in line

Grab my heat, then it's get down time

One day I'ma make that girl all mine

But for now I'm a soldier abidin' my time

Writin' my rhyme behind enemy lines

Palestine, Kosovo, Cashmere

No different than the avenues right here

An increase in the murder rate each year

Paramilitary unit keep the streets clear

Curtains up on the theatre of warfare

Dramatic politics nightly preformed here

Worldwide from Colombia to Columbine

Don holders keep ya dollar signs on the line

"I don't want to rule or conquer anyone

I should like to help everyone if possible

Jew, gentile, black man, white

We all want to help one another

Human beings are like that

We want to live by each other's happiness

Not by each other's misery

In this world, there's room for everyone

And the good earth is rich

And can provide for everyone a way of life"

Fuck that

You know the drill

Fix ya face

I'ma hustle off the hill

Go get my money man

See every hunter need to kill

Go get my money man

I'm old school from off the hill

Go get my money man

I give a fuck what I do

Go get my money man

Go get that money man

Go get my money man

Go get that money man

Gimme my money man

Gimme my money

Fuck you, pay me

Gimme the loot, Gimme the loot, Gimme the loot