Текст песни
What absurd strategy is this?
Send down a handful of warriors
Let's see if their blood is the same color as ours
Watch me appear on the field, my mission is to chill
I'n'i think 'bout the vibes and not about the dollar bill
I been busy on my rhymes, put some on a layaway
What makes me happy like caribbean carneval on labour day
I love my mama, the hip hop shit we kick is thick
And if you trip you jealous motherfuckers get the dick
Cause now we kick in the door, you never heard it before
Raw battle reports is what ambassadors stand for
Making rhymes not war, droppin' lines but don't sniff 'em,
I'm chillin' with my man Max and Sékou with the spliff an'
Reminisin' about the time the flow used to rock
But '98 it's mellowbag and freundeskreis to tie the knot
Blowin' the spot - what - makin' hip-hop what it is (ha!)
First's supposed to be the fun then later comes the biz
That's what it is when we droppin' part two
It's undisputed rebel troops achieving victories for you
Jus' for you and your people, the queens and not the cheap ho's
Commons not Deebos, true friends and not the fake bro's
We're in it for the love what is deviding us from many
Breaking thru like Shaka Zulu for the heart and not the money
What 'dem wann' do for stop(pin) you
Mephisto can't strike we down
The rebel (will) come through
What 'dem wann' do for stop you
When your're under your meditation and look through
What is this, a game?
For the lack of a better word, general
We call it war
We kick that progress report consort to make it happen
Set up forts in foreign lands expand for everlasting
The fam span across the atlas like diasporas
Escape from out the grasp ot the most wickedest captors
Hear the laughter of the Czars in the dark like Nabokow
Rebellion Coup d'Etat - shit is raw - cut they heads off
Those who were lost floss now living lavish
Destination be the pastures of the city of Nazareth