Artist: Cappadonna f/ Neonek Album: The Yin & The Yang Song: War Rats Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro] Uh, yeah, hahaha Cease the psalsm, these are bombs, baby Star Wars! Yo [Cappadonna] Less seen and less heard, its The Pillage Bid where we got the trade, office of the industry Spies up against pretence, DJ's of segregation Come together plottin on the nation Cats got the buck power dance Underground economics, take a chance At the crack pot, speakin to the one's on top At the gay bar, your best rap star, caught not keepin it real What's the deal with y'all wannabe MC's when Ghost hit you The struggle is official with this, chill cuz we don't mix wit ya Uncle Tommers, we rock those real black leather bombers For real, Park Hill not Beverly Hills Y'all better be still, my brains come out of my ball Been from my origin, I put the work in Any predictament, fat it don't matter to me The rap Oprah Winfrey with the less currency I rock beautifully, no security with me Hard times, a prophecy, one idea Two children, and three for virginity Pure energy when ever you confront me I'ma take your's, Star Wars [Chorus 2X] Storm troopers, evil rulers, new maneuvers Black German luger, laser beam, Star Wars! [Cappadonna] The tables turn now, enter Shaolin where it's cold now Let the tech blow now, more Jungle Nills Park Hill-billies pour the gas on Phillies Blocks where the babies pick lock, and women make love to other women It's The Pillage, your mother's son, no more Cold War It be the poor ones, no radio play from the hallway to the doorway They banned us, cease to understand us Rap criminals segregated, player-hated, under-rated Project recipients, Cappadonna bagged with the marijuana I'm a late comer, I spread love last summer Photographs wit the Hummer, a young dumber, bound to get dumber I speak to real CP, Pillage monopoly Talk to XYZ, ain't nothin like WB OTF in the back of uno-sixty, I love how the weed get me See my whole style tricky, gats under the table The tables turned now, life is too short and too foul Fake brothers'll get exiled, Staten Island sign CHICKA-POW! Yea, Star Wars! [Chorus 2X] [Cappadonna] I drop paragraphs of information, my mind start racin I'm in the live, dancin with the hard-headed I start to attack on every track when I react Dancehall style, ain't nothin nice I came to regulate, Cappachino the great Comin from all sorts of angles I close in, my team be the chosen Othorized lock a hat, tucked in, you get sucked in Catch a reprecussion and crushed in Paralyzed, open your eyes, it's us again O to the TF, hit you like the blow of death Roll up while you asleep, winkin with the gold teeth Crunch and Lounge, Q guardin the door, it's like Comstock We the Belly similar to Clock, Boyz II Men buildin In the street, oatmeal and cream of wheat Thugs who smoke leaf, it's like the P now in the ghetto Palmeto, chocolate trees, cryin babies Rabies due to ringworms, take a turn and get burned Tryin to be this, realness, Shaolin birds is very high tempered Centered in the water, surrounded by the ferry boats Hallways and pissy cut throats, we forever live Gotta protect the orphanage, the beast men Bloods'll fight back with the police men Star Wars! Star Wars! Yo [Chorus 3X] Star Wars! (7X) [Outro: Cappadonna (Neonek)] Uh, yea, yea (Word up God) You hear what I'm sayin? (For real, for real) You know what time it is (Word up) (Power amongst us) Boy Blue and Cappadonna In The Barracks forever (Pillage for life) [Skit Outro: Cappadonna] This is the +Bread of Life+ man The +Bread of life+ cuz I'mma feed all of ya I'mma feed all of ya wit intelligent lifespans, man I'mma give ya vocabulary veggies Word up, and make ya understand that Now is the time to come amongst this nation And end all devilishment