Lyrics:
hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war
It don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rott
Not to mention when we venture through
gotta keep going
Been picked on by the cops
Suspect, put us all in the box
But we gotta keep going
This been weighing heavy on my heart
Why won't this war
to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah
War ready, the game just wanna take my life
War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight
War ready,
Real real Christ so real to me
I love him cause he gives us the victory,
Many people doubt him but I can't do without him.
That is why I love him
something
Real not an imagined
Fear scenario fed to us by the media
We can let go of this fear the problem is
That such moments tend to not last very long
bags
Buy it by the pound tired of copping grams
Used to microwave noodles I ain’t ever ate spam
D**n!
I be driving real fast so the police watching
If I
the Love ain't real enough
I can feel ya heartbeats giving up
I'll be that part in particular
This is that medicine for your pain
I cannot promise to make
and the glory it's all love
Music's the back drop love's the forefront
Battles fought and overcome bang the war drum
Heart beat strong thumps
Hold on to your
Ayo, for real, look, let me just say this
I wanna say I love Def Jam, Def Jam changed my fucking life
There's definitely some fuckboys in that
I get a O
And the V
The we we end it with the E
Love
In the refrigerator ain't no grub
Fake pounds man no real hugs
Where it went
If you don't stand
dot
I point and pop, pop, pop and drop
I got my mind right, money right ready for war
For that doe Bleek bustin that fo'
This how real we get deep
the good the bag the ugily
the money's around your way lovely
where for art thou Meth tical god child
I pack a smile like crocidile profile
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
it's cause it
is. I love art and
I love you, too,
and this is a love
song, so it's got
to be too close.
freedom is too
close to slavery
like Camrys
my drive an advantage for real
Ain’t no antidote
when my heart at war
when my heart at war
I’m Michelangelo in the art of war
there’s an art
dot
I point and pop, pop, pop and drop
I got my mind right, money right ready for war
For that doe Bleek bustin that fo'
This how real we get deep
to obey the law and sharks
I tell expressionists walk out the lift mind checkin' out pay for their art
Real art should be nothing but love shouldn't be
You know I love it today,
We think there's no other way
Other than more war and killing
And were all caught in a game
Memetical slaves
And we've been
art with perfection
The real on my side help add effect to a powerful image
I bow and thank God as I finish.
wood strips off the side of you ride
'Cause real niggas keep their war on the inside that's money with pride
She'll shock niggas we on the block niggas
can't even feed ourselves
Our real test of strength is caring
Not the toys of war we sell the world
Just carry on, thankful to be farmed like worms
boots and war
A real nigga's invention that came from a henchman
Who blew up, now throw the Wu up, that's my redemption
Drug dealer, been that nigga
of artificiality
Break the mold and let your colors unfold
Raise the bar, let your story be told
In a world so obsessed with the superficial
Built by art
outside your door.
You ain't seen nothing like it.
No, you ain't seen nothing like it,
Not since the Civil War.
Coming over the hill are the boys
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