Snowgoons ft Reef The Lost Cauze - Black Opz | Текст песни

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• Snowgoons ft Reef The Lost Cauze
• Black Opz

Sanyika Shakur, \"Monster\"
\"Helicopters hover heavily above, often no higher than the tree-tops that dot the battlefield. Staccato vibrations of automatic gunfire crack throughout the night, drowned out only by explosions and sirens. People hustle quickly past, in a dangerous attempt to get anywhere the fighting happens to be heaviest. There is troop movement throughout the city, and in some areas the fighting is intense. The soldiers are engaged in a “civil war.” A war without terms. A war fought by any means necessary, with anything at their disposal. This conflict has lasted nine years longer than Vietnam. Though the setting is not jungle per se, its atmosphere is as dangerous and mysterious as any jungle in the world.\"

[Hook]

This is Black Ops, I ain’t talking about X-Box
This is war with drugs and gangs and black cops
Watch your back or end up with your back shot
In Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops

This is Black Ops, I ain’t talking about X-Box
This is war with drugs and gangs and black cops
Watch your back or end up with your back shot
In Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops

[Verse 1]

Gun shots burst and hit a fiend, your enemy’s curses
Many things are not guaranteed but death is certain
In the bushes in all black is an insurgent
Strapped with a bomb to his person waiting to hurt s**t
The street level surface is filled with workers on ?
Trained in the weapons of torture
And the oppressed just live with it
It sounds like Iraq or maybe a Palestinian village but
If you change just a few details you see Hell
It’s in the same streets that we dwell
Where they hardly spar, they get their ?
Mask on like Mardi Gras and leave you harshly scarred
It is God we call from when there’s no answer it’s arms we draw
Hit a house from the dogs of war, this the place where you meet death
You can’t stop the game, there’s no reset

[Hook]

This is Black Ops, I ain’t talking about X-Box
This is war with drugs and gangs and black cops
Watch your back or end up with your back shot
In Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops

This is Black Ops, I ain’t talking about X-Box
This is war with drugs and gangs and black cops
Watch your back or end up with your back shot
In Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops

[Verse 2]

Revolution in the hour of black steel, raps filled
With the plague attack from the black hills
Storming the bastille with a bat to smack grills
Selling sex, death, guns, crack, pills, your last meal
All that’s up for grabs, cops with batons
Got their foot all up your ass
Hear the blast when that thing crash up the ave
It’s just a game, no winners, we all come in last
Helicopters in the hood to remind us Hell’s upon us
The light shines in the manhunt the hood Osamas
And their baby mamas hiding hoping they don’t find them
But the black Black Ops swarmed on em like piranhas
There’s no glory to be found, no honour
Kill or be killed or beg for mercy from your honour
It’s sad fam but the facts stand
It ain’t too difference for an American black man or a brother who’s Afghan

[Hook]

This is Black Ops, I ain’t talking about X-Box
This is war with drugs and gangs and black cops
Watch your back or end up with your back shot
In Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops

This is Black Ops, I ain’t talking about X-Box
This is war with drugs and gangs and black cops
Watch your back or end up with your back shot
In Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops

\"The war has been raging on for twenty-two years. The death toll is in the thousands—wounded, uncountable, missing-in-action unthinkable. No one is keeping a tally. No one has noticed, except for those recently involved in the fighting and those indirectly drawn in by geographical location, economic status, or family association.
Other than this, the war has been kept from the world, hidden like an ugly scar across the belly of an otherwise beautiful woman. Under the guise of being a showpiece for the world where prosperity is as easily found as water in a stream, America, for all her ostensible beauty, has an ugly scar across her belly that she has tried repeatedly to suppress and keep hidden from curious onlookers. More than a few times she has almost been exposed, and this ugliness brought to light, but always another garment would quickly be thrown over the rough spot and all the turmoil and ugliness again blanketed. But not this time.\"