[Intro: Tragedy Khadafi]
The God Tragedy Khadafi
Warning! Yeah
Fuck with me
[Verse 1: Tragedy Khadafi]
Babylon, baby London, another hell spawned
Mr. Black President, what's really going on?
Our liberty’s fallen, just like a hail storm
People done building on, some of my leaders gone
I give 'em life in my songs, see they spiritual forms
Long as I'm breathin’, I'm gettin' even and it's on
Feel the passion, verbal assassin until I'm gone
Yeah, poison is everywhere
Even in the food, the water, in the air
The richest country in the world with no health care
And with these felonies, I can't get no help here
All is fair in love and war, so I ride for the cause
They cutting programs and closing down more doors
Or maybe it's just me
Paranoid of the West and they history
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
Let's get this part started, get the liquor flowin’
Burn that Wu-Goo, we got the Cali growin’
From coast to coast with the host with the most
We got the champagne, sit, let's pop a toast
Let’s get this part started, get the liquor flowin'
Burn that Wu-Goo, we got the Cali growin'
From coast to coast from the host with the most
You got your champagne, sit, let's pop a toast
[Verse 2: Tragedy Khadafi]
Yo, population control, they hatin’ my soul
Robbin' me for my great mind, that's part of their goal
Oh no, I can't let it go down
I'm elevating and I'm holding my crown
Seen it all like a psychic, Malachi got indicted
I spit for the righteous from San Quentin to Rikers
Culture losing its essence, the music seem lifeless
I might just run up in Congress after writing this
C4 strapped to my body and igniting this
Systematically fighting it 'cause violence won't win
Against the war monger and bloodshed of men
My weaponry consists of a pad and a pen
Mic and a track, infinite brain cells to bring it back
I'll write for my life, resurrectin' the game back
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
Let's get this part started, get the liquor flowin'
Burn that Wu-Goo, we got the Cali growin'
From coast to coast with the host with the most
We got the champagne, sit, let's pop a toast
Let's get this part started, get the liquor flowin'
Burn that Wu-Goo, we got the Cali growin'
From coast to coast from the host with the most
You got your champagne, sit, let's pop a toast
[Verse 3: Tragedy Khadafi]
Political activists isolated from the masses
Rhyme socially cold, yet burn like acid
It's tragic, my mind deflects that white magic
Supremacy oppressing my people, the time's drastic
Gasping for air, but yet, I can't breathe
Can't rest, the Devil got the world deceived
So I rhyme like life depends on it, see the world panoramically
God conscious lands on it
In the hood we face death and pain, every day torment
But still I find a reason to fight, I'm on it
Overstanding the plan, to the blind give sight
Darkness can never really comprehend the true light
When I write, it's like thunder, striking the crucifixion
God's wrath for posing off fake benedictions
Listen, this is really not too offend
I only spit secret sciences, esoteric for men
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
Let's get this part started, get the liquor flowin'
Burn that Wu-Goo, we got the Cali growin'
From coast to coast with the host with the most
We got the champagne, sit, let's pop a toast
Let's get this part started, get the liquor flowin'
Burn that Wu-Goo, we got the Cali growin'
From coast to coast from the host with the most
You got your champagne, sit, let's pop a toast
