Lyrics:
rhymes are so mean I'll do
A number on the country
Like never before
Is it a contest
Or the threat of world war
Choose your weapon no half-steppin'
Going to War, they got the tanks
But here comes the scriptural ammo
I'm gonna score all the spiritual ranks
I'm still going in like I'm Rambo
VERSE One:
with virgin blood
Our war drums echo on
Marching one by one
Created a path of skulls
Hung their cadavers on our walls.
They looked to me and asked for
ass
Like a nigga in slavery
They say they're trying to help me but
It sound like hate to me
A young nigga, but I'm wise like Dr king
On my own shit, get
Your mouth got you in it your
Ass can’t get you out
Next time hold your tongue
You wouldn’t have to hold your gun
Know when you don't want war with
controlled by the trigger
Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga
So if niggas want to bite the sound like Tyson
Deck him in the left eye,
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
One day at a time, huh
They wanna say it's a war
Got sent to pilot me look just like me my avatar
Was having dreams when I was zooming through the stars
They started coming true I got excited shit been
high with fly sounds bound the floors
it's war for all you rap acts who's wack, come back
I back gats 'n' block for filts, to be exact like that thing
to made to make the world a better place by killing.
Was made to destroy.
Was made to harm.
1 piece of me could take your life.
Was made in war
[Pete Rock] To all my Bronx niggaz (Yeah!)
"And I say right about now get ready to get down
to the funky sound of the man they call"
"Pete Rock" "and
I ain't with that sleepin' underground like a gopher
So I go for mines
Everything come back around full circle
Why do lies sound pleasant but
Popping out of the water like a crocodile
Who got that sound
Everybody knows that I got that Johnstown sound
What you know by now?
Mes-Geo taking over
Let ya hair down watch my soul glow
Pure vibes by the pound that's El Chapo
Pure light in the sound watch the rays float
My mind is still in tact
So
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
divorce (talkin' divorce)
Said daddy was livin' by the fire, and he died by the torch (check, check)
I'm where the AKs is, we like the Bébé's Kids
Ain't
of brevity is none
Transformed by gods of sun
Industrial power get devoured by the demonic
Read the fine rhymes with mental +War Games+ like Matthew Broderick
Maybe in the afterlife, they'll reveal my Christ-like abilities
Come back, then ride on my enemies
Never been afraid of beef, metals of my bravery
War
goodbye?
The night won't be over by keeping it quit
This hate, it will never survive
We go straight to the darkness
and scream it out loud(Like a sound
Of principals bound
By the people
For the sake of our nation
And like that which has come before
They must be held accountable
And taken to the place
Where life
to war, okay?
For real, y'all
Takin' you on another one, son
Uh, Julio Iglesias
Makin' cream like that nigga
Yo, first of all, son, peep the arson
playin' games
That's the advice I suggest
Chorus 2X:
I walk like I'm at war
Talk like I'm at war
Don't sleep like it ain't war
You speek like it ain't war
know
You're screaming in your head
When you don't make a sound
I'll spend all my days
Trying to find a way
To fight the war you're waging inside
Hope it
Stand up inna warzone at one
Everybody dead by two
Dubplate buss up inna soundboy head
Yeah, and we no play no gyal tune
Riddim get fling like
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