't understand Wars are bleeding Wars are feeding Stainless steel houses With black platinum doors Hide from the killers The gamblers, the whores Wars....wars....wars Wars
top shop for the tired and rundown Going up for the final comedown First and second floors, third and fourth world wars We've got a free pair of flares
's the 7 o'clock edition of the news, goodnight Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin mother and child Holy infant so
sweet And you wish you could hide Maybe go for a ride To some peep show arcade Where the future's not made A nightmare situation Infiltrate imagination Smacks of past holy wars
pound the streets with bloody heels Return tonight to battle for my home Steel...my guns of steel are rusting rot Mind...my mind is in the melting pot Holy wars
bomb is freezing my head Toxic rain, another storm is leaving The thunder is bringing us fear again Wars of money try to break me When I'm broke Wars
nation onto another, from one oppressor onto the oppressed. There is no more guilty party and inspiration than those books known As the holy bible the
neither black nor white I am a paler shade of eternity and what You can see From the depths of humanity You have let it loose The tide of destiny As I search for the holy
India and created Hinduism, the first caste system, the origins of racism A white dot on the forehead meant elite The black dot - defeat; untrustable, untouchables They wrote the holy
you follow ( word up, check this one ) Guns and clips, carried by cliques, eighty six Same shit nine six the old and young switch Poor verses rich, wars
screen A world obsessed with image and fashion Looking good feeling no passion Money is power greed is the sixth sense What's for sale I say what's the difference Holy wars
the air dark black clouds obscure the sky a twilight of despair and babylon is overrun by armies of the lord who cleanse their souls in holy wars and
, And you wish you could hide, Maybe go for a ride, To some peep show arcade, Where the future's not made. A nightmare situation, Infiltrate imagination, Smacks of past Holy wars
the boot Trust nobody, homeboys will change on you Stab you in the back, pull the twelve gauge on you I?ve been involved in epic battles and holy wars
it Whenever the world prays for peace Wars increase When I was little my mother would say Dear God will help you if you pray But where was he when my mother
can call us rap saviours..pharoas with a tongue sharp slicin through your radios..perfect.precicious of a shanghai night..fight battles scream victory.hang my mic.its a blessin..holy
