Grapples of War

Lyrics

The revolution will not be televised Will not be televised Not be televised The revolution will be no rerun, brothers The revolution will be live [Cynic] It will not be televised, it will unfold before all of our eyes All my soldiers in line until the day we die The double S army, C'mon Man I'm a soldier in the army of God I don't study Islam but I believе in Jihad I bring terror like the crеw Hamas And I don't believe in hanging all my faith on a cross I'm from the era when these rappers were hard And they spit more knowledge not just bullet scars and cars, they all confused on who the fuck they are Hope I live long, though it contradicts my song Man I have a young seed so I must succeed Worry about all my nieces there out on the streets And my nephews out carrying heat Gotta chill and prepare for the day to fight the beast They say the revolution won't be televised It will unfold, before our eyes with our soldiers in line But they're not human, so they're killing our kind Feeding us lies, hoping that our mind might die Let's go [Sick Jacken] Paragraphs that cut in half, your mind stayed hashed Change a Psychopath, break away from slave chains that got you trapped I got a real message for your camp There's a lot of knowledge buried in these lines beyond Gangster Rap I surgically remove the cancer that affects your mind, body, and soul Even with warriors the story gets old The poor be shackled in the grapples of war While our mothers spending time crying in chapels and morgues And we blame it on the cracker of course, the firecracker goes off Triggers don't pull themselves, we give them the force You want to find the source of evil man Look at the cost, a lot of people dying all for insignificant wars And we're governed by the simplest laws, the first ten of the cross We're lost angels in this city of gods You ain't the only one, this whole world has suffered and lost The war's easy, but peace seems harder to come across [Donnie Castro] I'm a mix between Gandhi and Genghis Khan I love war, in which the people will win The evilest men, they sacrifice innocent life For dinner tonight, killer I'm defending the mic Donnie not a playboy cause I'm matching shoes Matching tools, hunt and capture the fools Attacking your crew, pull out the blam on you dudes Ever since mommy told me I should join the Sith Learned to flip, then things became intense It was declared in the US I die on the fence So I made blueprints and dug into the trench Clark Kent, you could never save me at all I'm shady and raw and got guts like out of the morgue Feel like going on tour's, more like a war While you're hopping out your Porsche my tongue slice like swords Fucking ate up, fortified in devoid