War Rats – Cappadonna – letras

[Verse 1]Less seen and less heard, It’s the pillagelive where we die for trade, orphans of the industry, rise up againstpretense, DJ’s of segregation come together plottin’ on the Nationcats got the puff powder danceunderground economics, take a chance at the crackpotspeak at the ones on topat the gay bar your best rap star caught not keepin’ it realwhats the deal wit’ ya’ll wanna be MC’s when Ghost hit youthe struggle is official with thischill ’cause we don’t mix wit’ yall uncle Tomerswe rock those real black leather bombersfor real, Park Hill not Beverly Hillsya’ll better be stillmy brains come out of my ball pen for my originI put the work in, any predictamentin fact it don’t matter to methe rap Oprah Winfrey with less currencybut rock beautifully, no security with mehard times and prophecyone idea, two children and three for virginitypure energy whenever you confront meI’ma take yours, star wars.[Chorus]Star Wars, storm troopers, evil rulersNew manuevers, Black German Luger laser beam(repeat Chorus)[Verse 2]The tables turned now, enter Shaolin where it’s cold nowlet the Teck blow nowmore Jungle nails, Parkhillbillies pour gas on Philliesblocks where the Babies pick locksand Women make love to other Womenit’s the pillage, your Mother’s Sonsno more cold war, it be the poor onesno radio play, from the hallway to the doorwaythey banned us, cease to understand usrap criminals segregated, player hatedunderrated, project recipientsCappadonna, bag with the marijuanaI’m a late-comer, I spread love last Summerphotographs with the Hummera young dumber, boun