Текст пісні Black Opz - Snowgoons, Reef The Lost Cauze

Black Opz

This is Black Ops, I ain’t talking about X-Box\nThis is war with drugs and gangs and black cops\nWatch your back or end up with your back shot\nIn Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops\nThis is Black Ops, I ain’t talking about X-Box\nThis is war with drugs and gangs and black cops\nWatch your back or end up with your back shot\nIn Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops\nGun shots burst and hit a fiend, your enemy’s curses\nMany things are not guaranteed but death is certain\nIn the bushes in all black is an insurgent\nStrapped with a bomb to his person waiting to hurt shit\nThe street level surface is filled with workers on?\nTrained in the weapons of torture\nAnd the oppressed just live with it\nIt sounds like Iraq or maybe a Palestinian village but\nIf you change just a few details you see Hell\nIt’s in the same streets that we dwell\nWhere they hardly spar, they get their?\nMask on like Mardi Gras and leave you harshly scarred\nIt is God we call from when there’s no answer it’s arms we draw\nHit a house from the dogs of war, this the place where you meet death\nYou can’t stop the game, there’s no reset\nThis is Black Ops, I ain’t talking about X-Box\nThis is war with drugs and gangs and black cops\nWatch your back or end up with your back shot\nIn Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops\nThis is Black Ops, I ain’t talking about X-Box\nThis is war with drugs and gangs and black cops\nWatch your back or end up with your back shot\nIn Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops\nRevolution in the hour of black steel, raps filled\nWith the plague attack from the black hills\nStorming the bastille with a bat to smack grills\nSelling sex, death, guns, crack, pills, your last meal\nAll that’s up for grabs, cops with batons\nGot their foot all up your ass\nHear the blast when that thing crash up the ave\nIt’s just a game, no winners, we all come in last\nHelicopters in the hood to remind us Hell’s upon us\nThe light shines in the manhunt the hood Osamas\nAnd their baby mamas hiding hoping they don’t find them\nBut the black Black Ops swarmed on em like piranhas\nThere’s no glory to be found, no honour\nKill or be killed or beg for mercy from your honour\nIt’s sad fam but the facts stand\nIt ain’t too difference for an American black man or a brother who’s Afghan\nThis is Black Ops, I ain’t talking about X-Box\nThis is war with drugs and gangs and black cops\nWatch your back or end up with your back shot\nIn Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops\nThis is Black Ops, I ain’t talking about X-Box\nThis is war with drugs and gangs and black cops\nWatch your back or end up with your back shot\nIn Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops