[Hook]

This is Black Ops, I ain’t talking about X-Box 
This is war with [bad word] and gangs and black cops 
Watch your back or end up with your back shot 
In Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops

This is Black Ops, I ain’t talking about X-Box 
This is war with [bad word] and gangs and black cops 
Watch your back or end up with your back shot 
In Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops 

[Verse 1]

Gun shots burst and hit a fiend, your enemy’s curses 
Many things are not guaranteed but death is certain 
In the bushes in all black is an insurgent 
Strapped with a bomb to his person waiting to hurt s**t 
The street level surface is filled with workers on ? 
Trained in the weapons of torture 
And the oppressed just live with it 
It sounds like Iraq or maybe a Palestinian village but 
If you change just a few details you see [bad word] 
It’s in the same streets that we dwell 
Where they hardly spar, they get their ? 
Mask on like Mardi Gras and leave you harshly scarred 
It is God we call from when there’s no answer it’s arms we draw 
Hit a house from the dogs of war, this the place where you meet death 
You can’t stop the game, there’s no reset

[Hook]

This is Black Ops, I ain’t talking about X-Box 
This is war with [bad word] and gangs and black cops 
Watch your back or end up with your back shot 
In Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops

This is Black Ops, I ain’t talking about X-Box 
This is war with [bad word] and gangs and black cops 
Watch your back or end up with your back shot 
In Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops

[Verse 2]

Revolution in the hour of black steel, raps filled 
With the plague attack from the black hills 
Storming the bastille with a bat to smack grills 
Selling , death, guns, crack, pills, your last meal 
All that’s up for grabs, cops with batons 
Got their foot all up your [bad word] 
Hear the blast when that thing crash up the ave 
It’s just a game, no winners, we [bad word] in last 
Helicopters in the hood to remind us [bad word] s upon us 
The light shines in the manhunt the hood Osamas 
And their baby mamas hiding hoping they don’t find them 
But the black Black Ops swarmed on em like piranhas 
There’s no glory to be found, no honour 
Kill or be killed or beg for mercy from your honour 
It’s sad fam but the facts stand 
It ain’t too difference for an American black man or a brother who’s Afghan

[Hook]

This is Black Ops, I ain’t talking about X-Box 
This is war with [bad word] and gangs and black cops 
Watch your back or end up with your back shot 
In Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops

This is Black Ops, I ain’t talking about X-Box 
This is war with [bad word] and gangs and black cops 
Watch your back or end up with your back shot 
In Philly it feels like we playing a game of Black Ops