Lyrics:
fare
No option
For a truce in here
Death in the form
Of fear
Now your scare
Its time for the war
I declare
Lucid nightmare
No I don't care
Stick in
The opportunity to lead a slave revolt
Because the West Virginian army made him holt.
He got caught by some racists who weren't down
With his liberal liberation,
Cause the shit
That control you don't
Even got a shot So how's the aim to
Shoot for DNA when Clips ain't even blowing?
When Rex had Math you wasn't
Even
saber-rallying and selling wars door-to-door. Remember, we're looking for the closest thing we can find to John Wayne. Clichés abound like kangaroos ? courtesy
Vietnam War was on
I feared the most for my brother John
He didn't wanna go to war
Bad enough living in Reservoir
Reservoir, Reservoir
Bad enough
make no doubt about it
They're the ones that's in control
So prepare yourself for a war unlike you've ever seen
This is man against machine
(Work, Work,
irrelevant
If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
Niggas done started something
You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
Niggas done
They drummin’ to war (Ugh) lock and load the artillery
See, they drummin’ to war (Yeah) like we voted for Hillary (What)
Man, they drummin’ to war
me, prepare for the worst!
[prepare for the worst]
Verse Two: Method Man
Times gon change, nuttin will remain the same
Million dollar
pressure
I'mma spit it for big roars and not a critic whore!
Hit ignore, I got acidic core! In this war you're nada when it pours!
Wanna pla-ay every
Yeah yeah
When you want peace you prepare for the war
I don't wanna piece nah I came for it all
I tell 'em peace for I walk out the door
If I give
the food I steal
Floors ain't dirty enough
My game is like carryin' shotguns and 21 rough
Doctor, I'm like the war on drugs
I don't stop, I'm all night
a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't
like Jason
Money stack and racks and raps
Rip by Ray, Mishap, and Epitats
'Cause suckers are scared straight
Prepare for the wrath
A psychopath when
a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't
Fourth of November, 1863, John Pine, he ran off to war
His mama cried for John was but sixteen, she worried she'd see him no more
Strong as an oak
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
politician got a scandal
Prepare for this war, we going to battle
This is a war on religion
This is a war on the children
They give you the cure with
over these so rappers
I'm too spiritually spiteful to be expressed by your pastor
Take a breath because life is getting much faster
Reality don’t battle
out to the citizens who don't want war
But revolution is what we planning for
Shout out to the murderers who kill on purpose
Don't you think about
for the moment homie
Nobody's Perfect through the flaws keep it going homie
Yea
Keep it going homie
Yea
Keep it going homie
No wishing, just prepare for
the Third Reich
Adolf can pass their loyalty test
But not Allen nor Milton nor Dwight
They want us to prepare for a nuclear war
Kill everything human in
your team up, clap you quick with the nina
Step into the arena, choke you like emphysema
Yo we schemers ready for war cuz we regimers
Big dreamers, pull
the devil himself, prepare for combat, don't hold back
Flash forward in time and we've divided lines, you leave or die and
Leave a way of life behind em, made
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