Daze of War (hed) p.e.

Come on
Once again it's the hip-hop witch doctor

The night is dark and the morning seems so far away
Lost in the desert for forty nights and forty days
Surrounded by forty thieves they wanna see me dead
Run away a fugitive and with a price on my head
Wanna know why you can’t identify with what I just said
You never listen you just talk until your face turn red
I spit venom and send'em into a frenzy
Tune in the revolution on reality TV

Well you can get with this or you can get with that
But that shit over there is some brain-dead wackness
I'm a take a break and let you wack rappers practice
Smoke a joint come back and then continue to attack this
Be scientific stupid but you don’t get it
You go ahead and rhyme about your rims and your fitted's
Cause I'm a go online and try and decipher the secret
Codes of the matrix Devil I'm about to break you down

I break it down we break you down
We love to tell the truth and you hate the sound
But we don't give a fuck if you don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck you gotta lotta love
I break it down we break you down
We love to tell the truth and you hate the sound
But we don't give a fuck if you don’t give a fuck
We don’t give a fuck you gotta lotta love