War lyrics

[Produced by Anomaly & Da Internz]

[Intro: King Los]
It's a war going on
It's a war going on
Yeah, it's a war going on

[Hook: King Los]
God told me this movie'll write itself
Spread love, be wise and let foolery fight itself
Cause it's a war going on outside on the corner
It's a war on your TV screen every morning
Not the war with the bombs and the helicopters swarming
But the war for your soul, that's what everyone's ignoring
It's a war going on
Yeah, it's a war going on

[Verse 1: King Los]
(I was talking to the homie the other day man)
He said, "I'ma pump this f*ckin' caine, pump this f*ckin' caine
Hug this block, tuck this f*ckin' Glock, all you suckas lame
This my spot, this my f*ckin' spot, you know what I rep
I go Deebo, made my way up from a kilo on that step
Thug to death, yeah I mean to death, let that pistol talk
You say truce, me speaking no English, b*tch go get some heart
f*ck the law, n*gga f*ck the law, they can see me too
f*ck a school, and the teacher too, they no teach the truth
What's a pops? Never had a pop, let that ratchet pop
I'm too real, gave a fiend a pill, for a Magnavox
Man f*ck we got? f*ck we really got, but this gutter sh*t?
All my n*ggas hug the strip and all my b*tches love to strip
So suck a di*k, I got kids and a baby mama too
Yeah she work my f*cking nerves like a baby mama do
I be stressed, I be hella stressed, smoke a bunch of weed
High for real, popped a pill and dropped a Xanny in my lean
I can scream, cause you just smile like everything is fine
Hope is fun, when I grab my gun, come take your life or mine
Suicide, yeah it's suicide, life is suicide
f*ck your right or wrong, the sh*t that I been on is do or die
If I do I die, if I don't I die, that's suicide
Got the devil with a gun against my brain like choose a side
Cause it's a war going on..."
[Hook: King Los]
It's a war going on outside on the corner
It's a war on your TV screen every morning
Not the war with the bombs and the helicopters swarming
But the war for your soul, that's what everyone's ignoring
It's a war going on
It's a war going on
God told me this movie'll write itself
Spread love, be wise and let foolery fight itself
Cause it's a... it's a...
It's a war going on

[Verse 2: King Los]
Look, yo, I love the hood with my whole heart
It whole heartedly been a part of me in my own thought
Process, so I digest through my own art
That I'm blessed though I digress due to slow starts
But who else could bring the hood out
And tell 'em when they let God in, it brings the good out?
Learn a lesson and listen
My current composition concerns your present condition
And turn direction envision of givin' blessings and wishin' you well
Well wishing entails fishing
Siftin' through hell's kitchen to find good
Have a God-like mind as the divine should
Define good within yourself, I think the time's good
And may these lines live forever like a line should
It's a war going on and your soul fighting
So frightening within you, I see thunder and both lightening
Boat striking, snow, ice and hail
Your whole life unfold like, cold nights in Hell
In a mode like, you're feeling low like, like you don't like yourself
You got no sight, no insight
No foresight, that's the sh*t that your foes like
Run up on a n*gga get 'em froze like
Put the .4-4 to his foes like
n*ggas 'bout to take a pic, tryna get the pose right
Red dot, headshot, hit 'em close like
Like, like all theses n*ggas, I've got to shoot one
f*ck one pistol, I'm c*cking two guns
f*ck shoe money, I'm coppin' coupes son
Know y'all n*ggas ain't 'bout to do none
Guns, that's a way of life, get money not God
You got guns, we got bigger guns, go get one and I ride
If I die, they say I went hard, I go super hard
b*tch you with this sh*ts or not? We gon' get this loot or starve?
f*ck you doing? Writin' in a pad, f*ck you making songs?
What you rappin'? Boy you know what's happ'nin', that sh*t take too long
f*ck you mean? Get this f*cking cream, get this f*cking cream
Hug this block, tote this f*cking Glock, can't let these suckers scheme
sh*t too real, sh*t too f*cking real, I'm too real to dream
So when it's -- [gunshots] --this cold world won't feel a thing
[Outro: Marhsa Ambrosius]
Lonely days are gone
All them nights to come
Waited to be yours
So let's make love, not war
So let the choir sing and let 'em know
So let the choir sing and let 'em know, know
So let the choir sing and let 'em know, know
War, war