Snowgoons, Reef the Lost Cauze - Black Opz dalszöveg (lyrics)
[Snowgoons, Reef the Lost Cauze - Black Opz dalszöveg lyrics]
This is Black Ops
I ain't talking about Xbox
This is war with drugs and
Gangs and black cops
Watch your back or end up with your back shot
In Philly it feels like we playing
A game of Black Ops
Gun shots burst and hit a fiend
Your enemy's curses
Many things are not guaranteed
But death is certain
In the bushes in all black is an insurgent
Strapped with a bomb to his
Person waiting to hurt shit
The street level surface is filled
With workers goin' shirtless
Trained in the weapons of torture
And the oppressed just live with it
It sounds like Iraq or maybe
A Palestinian village but
If you change just a few details you see Hell
It's in the same streets that we dwell
Where they hardly spar
They get their arms to call?
Mask on like Mardi Gras and
Leave you harshly scarred
It is God we call from when there's
No answer it's arms we draw
Hit a house from the dogs of war
This the place where you meet death
You can't stop the game, there's no reset
Revolution in the hour of black steel
Raps filled
With the plague attack from the black hills
Storming the Bastille with a
Bat to smack grills
Selling sex, death, guns, crack, pills
Your last meal
All that's up for grabs, cops with batons
Got their foot all up your ass
Hear the blast when that thing
Crash up the ave
It's just a game, no winners
We all come in last
Helicopters in the hood to remind
Us Hell's upon us the light shines in the
Manhunt the hood Osamas
And their baby mamas hiding hoping
They don't find them
But the black Black Ops swarmed
On em like piranhas
There's no glory to be found, no honour
Kill or be killed or beg
For mercy from your honour
It's sad fam but the facts stand
It ain't too difference for
An American black
Man or a brother who's Afghan
I ain't talking about Xbox
This is war with drugs and
Gangs and black cops
Watch your back or end up with your back shot
In Philly it feels like we playing
A game of Black Ops
Gun shots burst and hit a fiend
Your enemy's curses
Many things are not guaranteed
But death is certain
In the bushes in all black is an insurgent
Strapped with a bomb to his
Person waiting to hurt shit
The street level surface is filled
With workers goin' shirtless
Trained in the weapons of torture
And the oppressed just live with it
It sounds like Iraq or maybe
A Palestinian village but
If you change just a few details you see Hell
It's in the same streets that we dwell
Where they hardly spar
They get their arms to call?
Mask on like Mardi Gras and
Leave you harshly scarred
It is God we call from when there's
No answer it's arms we draw
Hit a house from the dogs of war
This the place where you meet death
You can't stop the game, there's no reset
Revolution in the hour of black steel
Raps filled
With the plague attack from the black hills
Storming the Bastille with a
Bat to smack grills
Selling sex, death, guns, crack, pills
Your last meal
All that's up for grabs, cops with batons
Got their foot all up your ass
Hear the blast when that thing
Crash up the ave
It's just a game, no winners
We all come in last
Helicopters in the hood to remind
Us Hell's upon us the light shines in the
Manhunt the hood Osamas
And their baby mamas hiding hoping
They don't find them
But the black Black Ops swarmed
On em like piranhas
There's no glory to be found, no honour
Kill or be killed or beg
For mercy from your honour
It's sad fam but the facts stand
It ain't too difference for
An American black
Man or a brother who's Afghan