N.W.O (Propane Mix)

[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