QWEL - Art Of War lyrics

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(feat. Robust)

[verse 1: Robust]

Let's count the Christians and cry

It's past mathematical how religions divide

Now lets act practical

Please use fractions in rational means

And use your heart

Instead of dwelling on the felon you knew who threw the darts

Because you miss drew a part

Through the tower of gravel

Tryin' to reach the gates

Preaching' hate on the tower of Babylon

So babble on but yo nobody listening

And the well that you're wishing in is the one the hellons are pissing in

Position to let the snakes set the bait at heaven's gates

Mastered by pastors snatching collection plates from section eight

The apples from Adam, but you had 'em stuck in your throat

Facts and wisdom killed the catacism entrusting' the pope

So once we stop the rock throwing

We'll stop growing apart

Not knowing the art, and stop throwing the darts

But it seems like there's a target market for the art of war

Started for the so-called martyrs to barter more

For starters honestly ask yourself, "Is god a reverend?"

Probably not, but you thought so when you bought your spot in heaven

God's a 7 - 8 - 9 take time and find the devil's a priest

Lower the levels and feast on fire hire the rebels to preach

And teach the masses reaching' breach the classes

So dodge your ?? before they drop the bombs and release the gases

[Verse 2: QWEL]

I can't drag you to the virus, but I can die trying

Calling the truth science born with two eyes on mount Zion

Outside the chimes of thunder claps, glass and bomb sirens

To unite us under government lies, class and cop tyrants

Find time for god, the odds if I'm a die rhyming

Demolishing islands of thoughts

Fought for Salomon's diamonds

Sought god for guidance

Osiris out the catacombs

Lost in a violent mindstate

Snakes hide the path home

Shatter bones behold nuclear winter

Blankets of ash, thank the cash in the bank

Mow the snakes in the grass

I see a glass plate powder

Cowards bleeding for life

Dust in one hour relieving the power of zebra stripes

Thief in the night creeping to defeat the beast lose the fire

Crucified who? The truth is it's time to choose a side

See I'd rather die then loss my soul to foolish pride

Mornings of armegeddons settling arguments but who am I?

You decide to use the bi, directed by

You divide the crucifix school supplies amongst the deaf and blind

I don't worship them serpents surfacing with perfect weaponry

Certain the recipes start with the breath

The word is destiny

Let it be known, from hear on you stand warned

One last chance to transform your rough drafts to sandstorms