Lyrics:
in case the cops want to strip search
think first prepare for the worst
when you do dirt
remember there's a million other niggas with the same
As go we to war with the gypsy king
Hear the roars as he walking to the ring
You're in the presence of greatness
Don't do this for the money
want to move swift, but don't blow like John Gotty
I'm something to watch, like the paparazzi
Hard to copy, shock waves can't stop me
Got
Raise your fist, prepare to fight
It’s essential you see
Listen to the class-analyser
You’d like to disagree?
Then prepare for a war to the end
It sounds
CatTalk blunt look like a Louis Slugger but I don't play baseball
John Travolta when I see the opp cause we gon' face off
Keep a .223 right by my hip
of fear will call you off
prepare you for my global war
I don´t care, and you have no choice
I don´t care, don´t raise your voice
The ministry of fear will
inherit my style?
Now, out the clear blue sky, I can't deny
Not a day goes by, don't get high, don't ask why
Tonight's the night for me to rip
coast ride by on a longboard
Yeah
Bringing that glow where we go
They wonder why we shine so bright for
Seek and save the lost
Wide awake don't snooze
We
direction
Comes BILL ASTOR
In a dinner jacket, with his guest
John "jack" profumo
The Minister for War as
They arrive, WARD, moving like lightening
Gathers up
mission
Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock
Try to get mo' so my s*** don't flock
I lick off shots for everything they owe me
And when it's my
mission
Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock
Try to get mo' so my shit don't flock
I lick off shots for everything they owe me
And when it's my
like a hunter
That spirit sparkling four young souls
Preparing us for war
Life's got big plans for us I'm sure
She's unlocking all the doors
Known by
Time is coming to an end
Prepare for the worst to come
You arise but your life has run dry
Show me the answers I've been looking for
Where
Cupid
Until they got love for my music
Star Wars, I'm Han Solo, with three egos
And three charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"
This is
Cupid
Until they got love for my music
Star Wars, I'm Han Solo, with three egos
And three charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"
This is
of vibes
I don't want old things I done to boomerang
Feelin' low-low, for sho Deacon pursued by shame
It get rough, and ain't enough to just think positive
yours?
Brother, I'm good, I stay with the Lord
Bible carrier, that's my sword
Matthew 12 so I don't talk
John 19's why I never got caught
Call me
Mmm, those tits be looking real yummy.
Don't forget about his nose that's as long as John Dillermand's schlong.
Squidward is super silky and dilky,
the harmonica
The navigator always gets killed by
A bad space person
Uh oh - the radio is broken
It don't work anymore the radio is broken
It don't work anymore
patterns and here's my battle cry
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
Oh, we in a war
Where butterflies keep dyin' (ah)
This right here for
a wish
2 left where my genie
Ima be everywhere
Can’t explain
Like graffiti
Go to war for the fam
I ain’t signin a treaty
They use to
Sleep
we don't fall flaws and al, never quitting, got damn!!!
Chorus:
It's a war going on that no one outside is safe from, I say it again...
It's a war
boys stare through away coach windows jaw to the floor as I park the wraith
Me and the mandem came for a war if they wanna good game then I can't relate
Here I go again ready to flow again
Better hold my mic don't blow again
Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm
Crowd'll get critical can't keep
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