Spiritual War (Stripped) [feat. Sensible J & Mazbou Q]

This is the time

Be ready for that

Ah yeah

We feel alright

Now get your hands up

We all feel it now

We all feel it now

Down down

A crime of passion

A Spiritual War

Something somewhere wicked comes

People prepare for Spiritual War

Something somewhere wicked comes

People prepare for Spiritual War

The war of the free

The war of the dead ah yeah

Fate flings it’s ancient hand on our heads

Burning the words incensed

The manic of action

The crime of passion

The crime of war

Something somewhere wicked comes

People prepare for Spiritual War

Something somewhere wicked comes

People prepare for Spiritual War

Well I sneak through the backdoor

Nothing to find

The smell it still lingers

Yet nothing to find

The smell of decay and stagnation

Mixed with the uncomfortable passionate sweat of a Spiritual War

Something somewhere wicked comes

People prepare for Spiritual War

Something somewhere wicked comes

People prepare for Spiritual War

Blackrock speaking ‘bout recolonise Africa

Like the CIA didn’t exile Nkrumah

And they plant their flag in the heart of our hearts

And they give us aid yet they keep our leaders dumb

Something somewhere wicked comes

People prepare for Spiritual War

Come down to this Level

Through the ends of the ends

Something somewhere wicked comes

People prepare for Spiritual War

The inner

The origin where we begin

The centre the cradle

The best will persist in the sphere

Someday the rest will resist and recycle

In this cycle of war

One hand seen

And one hand covered

You say apathy is my friend

Yet distraction will be my end

The Spiritual War

My brothers and sisters

The Spiritual War

We gonna face it

Berɛ na so (The time is so/time is running out)

Berɛ na so (The time is so/time is running out)

People prepare for Spiritual War

More than destiny of death

Those stone built the world

Don’t tell me about the end

Tell me how you’re going to get there oh

The rhythm goes on

The rhythm goes on

The rhythm goes on

In the dead ah yeah

Fate flings it’s ancient hand on our heads

The rhythm goes on

Burning the words incensed

The manic of action

The passion

The rhythm goes on

May the worthy release to the end of the end of the end

The rhythm goes on

May you find your feet on this path

As you walk the road

On the Spiritual War

This is the time

Today is the today

The Spiritual War

Face it

Berɛ na so (The time is so/time is running out)

Face it

Berɛ na so (The time is so/time is running out)