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Correct Urban Souljah Lyrics
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(Helicopters. Gunfire) [Tombstone] High tech weapons everywhere We roll in the jungle In the middle of the field, they tumble Somebody gon' crumble after the rumble Urban souljah Head it off, confident jet plane Low fuel, escort it to the runway Surely not gonna be a fun day It's a gun day, warrior skills apply Rebels in field, fire in Hell and sky The deal: the fear of dyin' is real Suck it up, never once to be revealed again Mess around, discourage the whole barrack I know somebody's deceivin' me But I'm fightin' to the end if I believe it Just somethin' about that thriller-iller in a nigga Yo, I gotta retrive 'em, splittin' them natural-born We're raised to prey We done brought the forty-five Forty-four carry, (you withdraw the blame, listen, engagin') On front page, eclipse the world courageous If they all end up with barren wages in cages Your left, your left, your left Now, get on down... Now, stop and meet your fate Wasteland gonna rock this place Uh-huh, check it out, check it out Uh-huh, check it out, check it out [Sin] Engage into combat Armageddon is already takin' Its place inside of my brain Held down by chains And I can't escape my evil way Everyday seems to get a little bit more strange To the point where I cannot sleep A good seed was sewn into full a grown tree With fruit as leaves, only to be chopped and burned I don't think there'll ever be a remedy for my disease As tears proceed bleed from eyes of those Who scream as they desperately search for peace A life of misery, all you've ever givin' me I've tried to pray, but my faith won't let me go no further If I got to die for something, it'll be my freedom This ain't no physical war, it's all mental Livin' in a final era Of the very last pages of the Holy Bible It's almost time to go As judgement day awaits our mortal souls Sound off: one, two Sound off: three, four [Tombstone] This is world we live in Truly devoted, frustrations gettin' out This splurge of mental traffic can drive you crazy More than enough problems we're facin' That's why Stone keep his mind in a zone, huh Real with ourselves We way off in the wasteland, nobody want to die No, nobody really give a damn, strugglin's a mother Gotta play it out, can't unroll your cover On the down low hustle, trustin' in God Lettin' Him provide, we strivin' survivors Ain't about what it was, what it is The deal, real gorillas in the midst High tech weapons everywhere We roll in the jungle In the middle of the field, they tumble Somebody gon' crumble after the rumble Urban souljah
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