Qwel - Art Of War Lyrics
f/ Robust* send corrections to the typist(verse 1)(Robust)Let's count the Christians and cryIt's past mathematical how religions divideNow lets act practicalPlease use fractions in rational meansAnd use your heartInstead of dwelling on the felon you knew who threw the dartsBecause you miss drew a partThrough the tower of gravelTryin' to reach the gatesPreaching' hate on the tower of BabylonSo babble on but yo nobody listeningAnd the well that you're wishing in is the one the hellons are pissing inPosition to let the snakes set the bait at heaven's gatesMastered by pastors snatching collection plates from section eightThe apples from Adam, but you had 'em stuck in your throatFacts and wisdom killed the catacism entrusting' the popeSo once we stop the rock throwingWe'll stop growing apartNot knowing the art, and stop throwing the dartsBut it seems like there's a target market for the art of warStarted for the so-called martyrs to barter moreFor starters honestly ask yourself, "Is god a reverend?"Probably not, but you thought so when you bought your spot in heavenGod's a 7 - 8 - 9 take time and find the devil's a priestLower the levels and feast on fire hire the rebels to preachAnd teach the masses reaching' breach the classesSo 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 tryingCalling the truth science born with two eyes on mount ZionOutside the chimes of thunder claps, glass and bomb sirensTo unite us under government lies, class and cop tyrantsFind time for god, the odds if I'm a die rhymingDemolishing islands of thoughtsFought for Salomon's diamondsSought god for guidanceOsiris out the catacombsLost in a violent mindstateSnakes hide the path homeShatter bones behold nuclear winterBlankets of ash, thank the cash in the bankMow the snakes in the grassI see a glass plate powderCowards bleeding for lifeDust in one hour relieving the power of zebra stripesThief in the night creeping to defeat the beast lose the fireCrucified who? The truth is it's time to choose a sideSee I'd rather die then loss my soul to foolish prideMornings of armegeddons settling arguments but who am I?You decide to use the bi, directed byYou divide the crucifix school supplies amongst the deaf and blindI don't worship them serpents surfacing with perfect weaponryCertain the recipes start with the breathThe word is destinyLet it be known, from hear on you stand warnedOne last chance to transform your rough drafts to sandstorms
