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Uh yeah uh uh uh What, Crooklyn Dodger Number 2 O.C., yeah back in the scene muthafucka Me and Premo, you know, East New York Bushwick, Bedstuy, and all those good places Yo My main frame, discipline like a soldier Ready for war, pushups get my chest swoll up What's the deal Preme? I mean the scaze I think I got it locked in nigga, War Games is the theme Rap commando, what's my handle O.C. ample to rock shit Battle niggas who pop shit Green bareen thought slicka I'm one step ahead, slide thru enemy lines like a black ack figga Camouflage, runnin thru you zone with detection Cuz the dark skinned marksmen Run thru your section Flesh ya bones, physical built like titanium Bugs cover my grill like Iranians Ill gorilla so called killas I fear no man but Allah, for the god is he is still in us The Renaissance Man, I roll with real like grenade sharp like gem stars Cause massive scars O.C.'s all in it, dope I've been for years Now I'm back in the scene, and I declare War Games I bust off like a M-16 Rippin thru screens from head to toe, blood soak up your jeans Rap veteran, earn my stripes, faught wars Opposing forces, would O.C. take losses? Naucious, you feelin kinda like throwing up Cautious, watch ya step, land rhymes blowin up Havin a pity for foes, f*ck G.I. Joe He's a sucker, slap the taste outta wild motherfuckas Design a rhyme, like a plan for the government Six Million like Steve Austin, costin Apprehended if I am In times and my body will erupt *explosion* M-16 tapecatin, voids filled with ammo Bust it through a crowd, a bitch nigga sing soprano When I get you in the square, then I end you career All MC's lets make one thing clear You're all the same, I will remain, f*ck the fame Feelin the lane to shoot, I declare War Games [Chorus: x2] I declare War Games For niggas who flaunt figgas for more fame Gorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to ammo With fire proof camouflage and power Precise pinpoint it, pull it, when I cock back This here rap will slap you and your team, and that bad bitch Sleaves from my uncut, raw like cope Preme dig up boys, roll up and smoke Then toge it, back to B.I. See I can do this, I'm professional Too much weight to weigh any style Dutch Master superior blend, inhale me right Young Phillies take a toke of my rap, and get the Willies para- Noid, niggas all non void F*ck with O.C., get your life destroyed Like a marine, I'm a trained rap killing machine Fiend to rock a mic, set from New York to New Orleans Over seas I conquer, rough like blanca Love to eat actors, gotta take for drama When I flow I get comatose In my own world From the first verse, you saw my plan unfurl I mean team same name, never change My ammo is the demo competition on the mic War Games "War Games" "War Games" "War Games" "War Games" "War Games"
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