These are lies that we all accepted Say no to drugs but the governments keep it Running through our community, killing the unity The war on drugs is a war
white cops till the life stops For a low price hops Cause my blood is colder than an ice box On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war Cause my crew will kill
of the God show Blinded by the light, you might just plummet through the cosmos to see Apollo standing and function before a board hits a high note I take ita?¦Easy The ice
didn't do it! Is it on, is it beyond basic Does it ice grill you or is every song faceless? Does it have a title? If didn't would you name it? Does it
[Bizzy Bone] Motherfuckers ain't gon' get at me like that nigga [laughs] And ready for warfare They ain't ridden me of nothin but weapons of war playa
the Exlax Ice showin', Polo sweats all whit glowin' Blunted, Suzuki 600, twelfth Riech's blowin' Headline niggas, Fed time niggas Crime niggas street worth 9 figures It's a war
doubt they'll ever get it You can't change somebody ignorant that want to be like that It's like detoxin' someone hooked on coke who won't stop smokin
place Im what you call a destructive war path It will be shell showers in todays forcast You a gangsta? I can't tell Your diamonds don't blimmen when
blacks have been stripped of their core Well, I guess I didn't sing and dance enough For black radio to play this stuff But this ain't soft like ice-
cause I ain't scared It's all fair in love and war and I'm well prepared If you ill, come get me, 'cause I ain't runnin' If your gun's off the hook then
is war and hate Bombs they fly, millions die, our world is not at ease Nuclear force, famine spreads brings you to your knees A planet in flames War-
Blessing lost its life-giving two suns, and countless millennia since the days of the great magicians. An expedition of alien voyagers came upon the now ice
the wind With fur coats and perfumes and trophies on walls What a hell of a race to call men And you say that the battle is over And you say that the war
in the wind With fur coats and perfumes and trophies on walls What a hell of a race to call men And you say that the battle is over And you say that the war
mad payola Slangin a Coke without the Cola Me and black don't fake jacks but we might sling one It ain't no shame in our game we do our thing son
Society failed to tolerate me And I have failed to tolerate society Still I can't find what you adore Inside I hear the echoes of an inner war Nothing
a throne Made of flesh and human bones. A deadly smile on my face. No mercy for the human race. I wanna break free from this endless dream I can't believe