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Daze Of War Lyrics

from Back 2 Base X

"Daze Of War" is track #9 on the album Back 2 Base X. It was written by Doug Boyce;mark Young;jerrad Shain;mark Bistany;todd Michael;jackson Lee Benge.
"Daze Of War" is track #9 on the album Back 2 Base X. It was written by Doug Boyce;mark Young;jerrad Shain;mark Bistany;todd Michael;jackson Lee Benge.

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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
Runaway, 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 turns 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'ma 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'ma go online and try an' 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

It doesn't matter what the neighbors try to do to me
Send me to jail but I gotta stay true to me
So many things are more important than you and me
But nothing's more important than the fight for freedom

I'm standing on the mountain top and I think I can see them
I'm walking through the valley of death, can it be them?
The enemies venom suspend 'em in the purgatory
Well, that's some serious shit, this ain't no bedtime story

Words hit the brain like Bush hit Hussein
Saddam and Gomorrah like chrome spit the flame
Rain fire from the sky like the Fourth of July
Some things are more important and much bigger than you and I

But nothing's more important than that look in your eyes
That's when I know I hit your spot because you tighten your thighs
That's when I know I hit the spot, uh, right between the eyes
So hot, so hot I'm cold as ice, nigga

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

Come out with your motherfuckin' hands up
This a take over

You can't stand in the way of darkness
A cold, cold day in hell is upon us
Rise up, stand up and be counted
The days of war and the nights of madness

You can't stand in the way of darkness
A cold, cold day in hell is upon us
Rise up, stand up and be counted
The days of war and the nights of madness

The truth, the light that lies in the darkness
Nobody can stop this, be quiet, let me rock this
(Hed)s knock the keg and block parties where we drop this
Madness digitize, light it up and practice
Uhh

It's a free, free world and I'm takin' it, what?
It's a free, free world and I'm takin' it, what?
It's a free, free world and I'm takin' it
Hold my dick for a minute while I'm breakin' it

You, you, you, you can't stop me
Who, who, who, who can stop me now?
You, you, you, you can't stop me
Who, who, who, who can stop me now?

Ladies and gentlemen
Right now I'm proud to represent and present to you
From Subnoize Records, my nigga, Dr Jeckle
Come

I came to bring the pain to these motherfuckers
I pull up skirts and put a hurtin' on these cocksuckers
I ain't a bitch nigga, you can't fuck me
You ain't family, so don't trust me

I'm a blue collar witch doctor
Hip-hop-a, rocker, that's what, I got your attention
The message is written in code
The keys are the wisdom to unlock your soul

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

Yeah, that's right motherfuckers
It's (Hed) P.E. and Suburban Noize, so fuck off

You can't stand in the way of darkness
A cold, cold day in hell is upon us
Rise up stand up and be counted
The days of war and the nights of madness

You can't stand in the way of darkness
A cold, cold day in hell is upon us
Rise up stand up and be counted
The days of war and the nights of madness

You, you, you, you can't stop me
Who, who, who, who can stop me now?
You, you, you, you can't stop me
Who, who, who, who can stop me now?

You, you, you, you can't stop me
Who, who, who, who can stop me now?
You, you, you, you can't stop me
Who, who, who, who can stop me now?

Songwriters
Doug Boyce;Mark Young;Jerrad Shain;Mark Bistany;Todd Michael;Jackson Lee Benge

Published by
DJ PRODUCT MUSIC;MAWK MUSIC;MCUD MUSIC

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