JAH WORLD
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The bullets fly and they rip
thru the heart of our flesh
Yeah, stand oh,
hoy whoa, oh, hoy
Oh God, I beg for forgiveness
So help me Lord, yes
I beg for forgiveness
Deep in my heart, please,
I'm cryin for forgiveness
Allah Akhbar, I fall to
my knees for forgiveness
Branded by the steel
iron, bullets flying
Ladies being hit, the
wickedness of losing my grip
I thought we lived by the
books, the bible, Koran
We picked cotton, my back
is still hot and darkened
They throw burners
on our babies faces
Peeled hands, that looked scary
Touched our bodies in
the strangest places
Sweat from the white man's
head fell on our daughters
As she cried, givin
white man head
Almighty ,alrighty,
niggas is screwin
God will you tell me why
these hoe niggas is screwing?
I'm sorry father sacrifice
me, leave my wife
Sacrifice me twice, so my kids
can see paradise, paradise
So we heed, known God
picked Selassie, I, Jah rule
For God, Jah Rastafari,
whom was seated in Zion and
reigneth them all
In the hearts of
all flesh, woo-oh
Let me pass, oh Jah for
them that strive wit me
Fight against them (oh)
that fight against me (whoa)
To whom thy see and buckle
and stand up from my hands
Oh Jah Oh Jah only
you can confort me
Ah la, la, la, la, la,
la, la, La, la ah, oh, hoy
Curse to the wicked snakes who
tried to snatch the truth away
Cursed, be the ones who
try to take our youth away
Peace to the black, the brown,
the red, yellow and white seed
We don't discriminate
man over color creed
They tried to snatch up our
peace son and steal our culture
And German Catholics,
whitewashin almond sculptures
How dare you try to deny
Allah's intelligence
Kidnapped the true and
destroyed the black evidence
Know we need the father,
know we need the son
Know we need the holy one,
holy one of creation, whoa oy
As Jah was in the beginning,
there's no one forever shall be
Jah world, Jah world,
without end whoa
So we heed our God picked
Selassie I, Jah rule for Got
Jah Rastafari, who was
seated in Zion and reigneth
in the hearts of
In the hearts of
all flesh, whoa oh
Call it the hollow
bone syndromem, lines,
select sweet nines
Task this, watch us all face
lift, bracelets, murder niggas
Luxurious bank stoppers,
drank, caked out, half a
million dollars in bricks
Flow is genetic, the Corlione
connection in all selections
Stock brokers wit coats
on make coke suggestions
All twin blizzies, fireman
Gucci boots on, sideways action
Murder niggas stereo,
cash that can get Clinton
Rentin his mother crib
out, we sit and organize
the bill of Rights
Get lit, drugs that
Hendricks was on, conversatin
like the Dutch
Richie Connaway,
Goodfellas, who honor Ray
Flows that blow thru ya
Roland, holdin everybody down
Trip up niggas and clicks
we closing rock black
Half a year, half my niggas
sittin upstairs takin pictures
of yall niggas wack gear
Listen to the clap, real
niggas clap, bitch niggas clap
My bitches clap, if you love
pussy then yall niggas clap
If you love the d,
baby yall ladies clap
If you real fucked up,
then yall niggas clap
If you bare witness
to Allah, yall clap
A yo, you see me on the big
screen, yall niggas clap
Jeans wit a gangsta
lean, yall clap
Brim hats, sloppy
automatics that clap
Big shit, thunder,
get around that
Yo, porcelan floors
wit a dog named Ginger
Bottle cap niggas that
rhyme, we the winners
Then slide thru ya hood in hood
Me, Cliff, Patrick, Cary,
Dice and my man C. Woods
Holdin a gorilla, two
niggas gotta hold that shit
One shot and ya mans on
it, the little kid wash
him down the block
Jewelry box murder
hops, six stash spots
Fit hit the red spots, trip
it at the statue wit cash
and throw dough at it
Fuck bitch raw, why?
Cause I'm a pro at it
Big Bird's dangling,
cameras snatched, flashed,
popped from every angle
2000, Mark, gamin in
Clap ya hands now, clap, clap,
clap, clap, clap ya hands now
Clap, clap, clap ya hands
now, people clap ya hands
Yo, yo I drink till
I'm drunk, smoke skunk
Wit my stinkin ass mutha
Funk, leakin out the pores
Shit stained dirty draws,
pissin down ya elevator shaft
No class, writein graph
on ya walls it be us
Fuck ya laws, nigga
my cause is because
No Yin to my Yang.
it's a black thang
Use to be in chains,
now we snatch chains
Took the crack game, applied
it to the rap game yall
Pop quiz, now what
artist hits the hardest?
You down wit the
syndrome, retarded
I think it was them
swordsmen, place ya chess
pieces on the board
And take it to the square,
this ain't no Yakoo affair
Over new would disorder. got us
fuckin the coalminers daughter
That's yall, but not us
Listen to the clap, real
niggas clap, bitch niggas clap
My bitches clap, if you love
pussy then yall niggas clap
If you love the d,
baby yall ladies clap
If you real fucked up,
then yall niggas clap
If you bare witness
to Allah, yall clap
A yo, you see me on the big
screen, yall niggas clap
Jeans wit a gangsta
lean, yall clap
Brim hats, sloppy
automatics that clap
Big shit, thunder,
get around that
During this time, I intend to
teach you, the Shaolin Pole
The rules and commandments,
the void, deceit
Cruelty and unkindness
Always help the weak,
never despise the poor
Always respect yourself
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