[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]
