Artist: Ras Ceylon f/ Hoodlum West, Hungry Bros Album: Scientific Non-Fiction Song: Open Fire Typed by: Ras Ceylon at Gmail [PHATT DOGG] I witnessed prop 187 before 911 accused wanna choose another for retaliation revenge a dish served cold and nurture hatred millions spent on war to feed bombs on starving nations foreign policies overseas drumming up sanctions democracy threatens the country with annihilation and I aint got to go that far lets stay domestic Katrina came and went while you stood by and do nathan positioning your new world order for our protection with big brother on every corner watching for terrorists so is Bin Laden on the run here in America right now with Bush blowing kush plotting on scaring us to me the Taliban is the governments thats been leading us I was told not to eat of the fruit that they been feeding us decievin us reasoning bloodshed with lies to that I close my eyes use mouth to open minds [CHORUS-RAS CEYLON] Open Fire if you ever snitch to police Open Fire then you take the mark of the beast Open Fire everyday its blazing in the streets Open Fire burning out all my enemies It's for my rudeboy Rastas revolutionary shottas thuggin hiphoppers who don't love the coppers InI gotcha a proper new offer stand with the truth or your branded imposter no weapon shall prosper against the peoples honor and the streets are getting hotter Oakland to Santa Ana on the corner I warn ya u really not free all of police is straight Nazis but they cant stop we prophecy be revealing open fire policy means squeezin on the heathens like target practice then market the tactics go to war like Sellasie against Italian facists I'm at this and active in the conflict tryna make Bush hang like Sadaam did the fires big and stays blazin worldwide Unity is strength and this is how we ride Open Fire if you ever snitch to police Open Fire then you take the mark of the beast Open Fire everyday its blazing in the streets Open Fire burning out all my enemies [RICHPORT THE SAVIOR] My brother passed me the torch Ima burn down the courts in memory of the souljahs who paid the cost dismember the game shake down and extort we send em the flames and take down the boss hunting season for the beast green light on police see the whites of their eyes open fire never cease pop off as much as you need ammunition is cheap got plenty for the demons who put bulletholes in biggie's jeep livin in the west we never rest hardly sleep hella haters out here success is hard to keep everybody on the street eatin off the same tree and there aint no code of honor and no loyalty while we link with hungry bros and hoodlum west with junes beats cuz who we are is what you get and what you see lion hearted rasta kings itraits and fatigues yellin ya basta steady firin off these Open Fire if you ever snitch to police Open Fire then you take the mark of the beast Open Fire everyday its blazing in the streets Open Fire burning out all my enemies [WARBUX] Drop this from mile high let it fall right out of the sky mark one in your heart another sound gone die mile high me shoot me arrow far wide inside me nozzle something make your momma cry man dont want peace he want piece he want war man dont want cease he want beef he want more hungry is my ghetto come kicking it down the door I have not forgot what these guns get hot for your family rich my family poor your family snitch my family sure all ghetto youths salute the culture 21 guns one horse me times 4 mile high we shootin outta the sky outside of the nozzel well fire ago fly