Letras:
War Of Words From The Killing Fields

live your last moments waving goodbye, desperately Having a nice day while we're swinging from gallows perched atop Fool sit still, watch them, please take your? Spill on through killing fields

a war no-one can win Killing time about to begin Home, far away From the war, a chance to live again Home, far away But the war, no chance to live

the will of those who lived in the Holy Land before their invasion.] Nations battle on the field across the lands Ruthless - stealing territories from

the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads apparel But the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback Every word

Zack de la Rocha] I be walkin' god like a dog, my narrative, fearless My word war returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris Like Steel from a furnace

Blastin' me, your family, rest in coffins often Frank Wizzard, far from soft or fragilla Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer Slash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer

I gotta give you the 411, shit is straight 911, word) It's $2.50, nigga, back the fuck up! Talk to me... (Word, them blue ninjas is everywhere Word, watch

it's fire for ya Water, don't need none let it burn Let it be known that it's my turn, let 'em turn Be concerned with these words I got Whatever they sayin about the Line, we better kill

because the fuckin' armee called me And it's all out war, niggas fall out For reasons thats now unknown, check this shit I got the illest, the realest, hard for kids to kill