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Terrorich

Three Shoes Posse
Language: English


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[2006]
Album: Three Shoes Posse

The ones making the money off the wars are the REAL problem.
– Yeah,
dem have dem plan with dem money in dem hand
So they want to control the humans
Who me a talk about?
You know the TerroRich Man…
Hear me son: –

Who a-make the money from the war?
Terrorich, terrorich
Who a smoke the Cuban cigar?
Terrorich, terrorich
Who a-drive him big fancy car?
Terrorich, terrorich
Who a-make the money from the war?
Terrorich, terrorich

Terrorich man want to rule the world with their money
And say they call themselves "élite families" around we
Want we fe work, dem want to slave we
Want fe tell we what to do with we body
Want we fe believe everything dem tell we
If we now do that me say dem treat we badly,
Lock we up and call we terrorists around here
People open up your ears and hear:

Who a make the money from the war?
Terrorich, terrorich
Who a smoke the Cuban cigar?
Terrorich, terrorich
Who a drive him big fancy car?
Terrorich, terrorich
Who a make the money from the war?
Terrorich, terrorich

Inna God we trust, not money, Iya
So don't let dem come and buy life from you, sir
No money could a blow breath inna your brother
No money could a buy life from around ya
Say God make life, dem want to pay (for) it with dollar
And don't give a damn about life around ya
Don't let the terrorich man, fool you Iyah
And come with dem big, me say big big dollar..

Terrorich use the money, control the world,
Control poor people because dem need to eat
Terrorich man blow you up with the bomb quickly,
A lickle after that, drop off food for the family
And blanket to cover, me say, for dem body
And now the bomb dem drop, people can’t find dem family
Well the terrorich man, me say him well smart you see
Come with him food and he fill dem belly
Just because he want to lead dem down the street you see
A lickle after that he kill dem like a turkey

Who a make the money from the war?
Terrorich, terrorich
Who a smoke the Cuban cigar?
Terrorich, terrorich
Who a drive him big fancy car?
Terrorich, terrorich
Who a make the money from the war?
Terrorich, terrorich

Terrorich man run things every year
A dem have the money, control for the air
Control the land, and control for the sea
Because the terrorich man have nuff, nuff money
Dem supply the war around we
Want poor people fe fight daily
And when you get killed, dem want to give you money
But money couldn't buy life from around we
No money couldn't pay for your son baby
No money couldn't pay for your daughter,
when dead you see
No let the terrorich man use the money fool we
And dem have we fightin' against each other daily
And sit down and a laugh, and all a watch we
And then dem run away me say with our money
And some people don’t know about Haliburton company
Say, what a wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked company
And them a build everything out of Iraq city
And who a own the company, you know Dick Cheney

Who a make the money from the war?
Terrorich, terrorich
Who a smoke the Cuban cigar?
Terrorich, terrorich
Who a drive him big fancy car?
Terrorich, terrorich
Who a make the money from the war?
Terrorich, terrorich

Terrorich man say what is good for the economy
But when you check it out he nah go fight in army
He neither nah go join me say for the navy
Neither he sons, or none he family
He well protect dem, move dem far from war you see
But him, him a send for the poor man pickney
Promise dem with a lie and sweet story
Talk 'bout him a pay for dem college degree

Who a make the money from the war?
Terrorich, terrorich
Who a smoke the Cuban cigar?
Terrorich, terrorich
Who a drive him big fancy car?
Terrorich, terrorich
Who a make the money from the war?
Terrorich, terrorich

They have embargo me say 'pon Cubà
Say no merchandise could a sell in America
But yet in dem office in dem humidor, sir
The whole a dem have Cuban cigar, rasta
And sit down 'round dem desk like they have the answer
But when me check it out, dem getting rich and richer
Dem don’t give a damn about the poor man, Iya
If you want education, go fight in the war

Who a make the money from the war?
Terrorich, terrorich
Who a smoke the Cuban cigar?
Terrorich, terrorich
Who a drive him big fancy car?
Terrorich, terrorich
Who a make the money from the war?
Terrorich, terrorich
Who a make the money from the war?
Terrorich, terrorich

Contributed by giorgio - 2009/12/29 - 18:38



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