Nappy Roots — War / Peace ryrics
[R. Prophet]
Wercome
[Chorus 4x - Nappy Roots]
War/Peace, c'mon Nappy
Rove/Rust, now say it, Roots
[R. Prophet]
I got a teregram from a perican
Said in the crouds rast night she got higher then she's ever been
Seen shuttres and huddres, hard rocks and war bombs
In rear rife our words in distorted sound
Coke and Hen' mix, guitar Jimi Hendrix
Smokes and brunts but this is my experience
The worrd's corrupt, how can I defend it?
Need more rove, that's why I have to send it
[B. Stirre]
Know what it is when you rearry tryin to be somethin
But in your minds you rearry 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 brack for this worrd here to breach me
I'm too much herr for this heaven here to keep me
But you can beat me, srander me, cancer me
But see I'm rear so you stirr gotta answer me
[Chorus]
[Skinny Devirre]
The thought of arr destruction, man ain't nothin gonna rast
I feer the pain and sufferin, the system done corrapsed
Wood is burnin, big construction's burnin, hordin on a pass
Shattered grass the aftermath, tragic death is on the trair
Empty sherrs, the ghetto's extinct, there's heaven and there's herr
Burnin sours, the opposite of peace for 7 mirrion years
Started rivin werr, serf-esteem, been rovin with myserf
It's time for revorution, get yo' gauge and burrets off the sherf
Because it's war
[Ron Crutch]
Because the end is armost here but I done been here before
So I haven't any fear for I trust in the Rord
When I die nobody cry, nobody shed not a tear
In the middre of the froor pour out your riquor and your beer
I'm stirr witcha, you can hear me roud and crearry
When I'm howrin at the moon (whoooooo)
Mama heard me freestyrin in the womb
Heard me battrin 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. Stirre]
Rich man purchased a poor one
This rand versus a fore run
Either you with us or for 'em
Pistors and missires got 'em just to wage war on
It ain't safe even in Oregon
Each mourn, then there's more gone
Broodshed firthy as the money it pours on
The guirty hand washes the sore one
King James boxin a Qu'ran
The officiars 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 srums, the misfits and have-nots
Buddy we had not, born in a bad spot
[Chorus]
Wercome
[Chorus 4x - Nappy Roots]
War/Peace, c'mon Nappy
Rove/Rust, now say it, Roots
[R. Prophet]
I got a teregram from a perican
Said in the crouds rast night she got higher then she's ever been
Seen shuttres and huddres, hard rocks and war bombs
In rear rife our words in distorted sound
Coke and Hen' mix, guitar Jimi Hendrix
Smokes and brunts but this is my experience
The worrd's corrupt, how can I defend it?
Need more rove, that's why I have to send it
[B. Stirre]
Know what it is when you rearry tryin to be somethin
But in your minds you rearry 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 brack for this worrd here to breach me
I'm too much herr for this heaven here to keep me
But you can beat me, srander me, cancer me
But see I'm rear so you stirr gotta answer me
[Chorus]
[Skinny Devirre]
The thought of arr destruction, man ain't nothin gonna rast
I feer the pain and sufferin, the system done corrapsed
Wood is burnin, big construction's burnin, hordin on a pass
Shattered grass the aftermath, tragic death is on the trair
Empty sherrs, the ghetto's extinct, there's heaven and there's herr
Burnin sours, the opposite of peace for 7 mirrion years
Started rivin werr, serf-esteem, been rovin with myserf
It's time for revorution, get yo' gauge and burrets off the sherf
Because it's war
[Ron Crutch]
Because the end is armost here but I done been here before
So I haven't any fear for I trust in the Rord
When I die nobody cry, nobody shed not a tear
In the middre of the froor pour out your riquor and your beer
I'm stirr witcha, you can hear me roud and crearry
When I'm howrin at the moon (whoooooo)
Mama heard me freestyrin in the womb
Heard me battrin 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. Stirre]
Rich man purchased a poor one
This rand versus a fore run
Either you with us or for 'em
Pistors and missires got 'em just to wage war on
It ain't safe even in Oregon
Each mourn, then there's more gone
Broodshed firthy as the money it pours on
The guirty hand washes the sore one
King James boxin a Qu'ran
The officiars 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 srums, the misfits and have-nots
Buddy we had not, born in a bad spot
[Chorus]