REEF THE LOST CAUZE - Black Opz lyrics

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[ INTRO: Reef the Lost Cauze* ]Helicopers hover heavily aboveoften not higher than the treetops that dot the battle fieldStaccato vibrations of automatic gunfire crack throughout the nightdrowned out only by explosions and sirensPeople hustle quickly pastin a dangerous attempt to get anywhere the fighting happens to be heaviestThere is troop movement throughout the citiesand n some areas the fighting is intenseThese soldiers are engaged in a civil warA war without termsA war fought by any means necessarywith anything at their disposalThis conflict has lasted decades longer than VietnamAnd though the setting is not a jungle per seits atmosphere is as dangerous and mysterious as any jungle in the world[ CHORUS 2X ]This is Black Opz, I ain't talk about XboxThis is war with drugs and gangs and black copsWatch your back or end up with your back shotIn Philly it feel like we playin a game of Black Opz[ VERSE 1 ]Gunshots burstin, hear the fear in your enemies' cursesMany things are not guaranteed, but death is certainIn the bushes in all-black is an insurgentStrapped with a bomb to his person waitin to hurt shitThe street level surface is filled with workers ( ? )Trained in the weapons of tortureAnd the oppressed just live with itIt sound like Iraq or maybe a Palestinian villageBut if you change just a few details you see hellIt's in the same streets that we dwellWhere they hardly spar, they get their auntie's carMask on like Mardi Gras and leave you harshly scarredIt is God we call but when there's no answer it's arms we drawHear the howls from the dogs of warThis the place where you meet deathYou can't stop the game, there's no reset[ CHORUS 2X ][ VERSE 2 ]Revolution in the hour of black steel, rats filledWith the plague, attack from the black hillsStormin the bastille with a bat to smack grillsSellin sex, death, guns, crack, pills, your last mealAll that's up for grabsCops with batons got they foot all up your assHear the blast when that thing crash up the aveIt's just a game, no winners, we all come in lastHelicopters in the hood remind us hell's upon usThe light shines on the manhunt, the hood OsamasAnd they baby mamas hidin hopin they don't find 'emBut the black Black Opz swarmed on 'em like piranhasThere's no glory to be found, no honorKill or be killed or beg for mercy from Your HonorIt's sad, fam, but the facts standIt ain't too different for an American blackman or a brother who's Afghan[ CHORUS 2X ][ OUTRO: Reef the Lost Cauze* ]The war has been raging on for centuriesThe death toll is in the thousandsThe wounded unaccountable and missing-in-action is an unthinkable numberBut see, no one is keeping a tallyAnd no one has noticed except for those involved in the fightingand those directly drawn in by geographical location, economic status or family associationOther than that the war has been kept from the worldhidden like an ugly scar across the belly of an otherwise beautiful womanUnder the guise of being a showpiece for the worldwhere prosperity is as found easily as water in a streamAmerica, for all her beauty, has an ugly scar across her bellythat she has tried repeatedly to supress and keep hidden from curious onlookersMore than a few times she's almost been exposed, and this ugliness brought to lightbut always another garment would quickly be thrown over the rough spotand all the turmoil and ugliness would again again blanketedBut not this time* excerpts from 'Monster: The Autobiography of an L.A. Gang Member'