Sick Jacken, Cynic, Donnie Castro - 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

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

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

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