Lyrics:
a Corvette
Watch your boy blow up in front
Of your eyes: war vet
Give the fans nuttin' but fire
Now they want more of it
E'rybody want my album
It ain't in
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the mighty USA
I've closed my mind to any other way
Without choice I'll fight your wars
Give my life to save your
Now me and Sampah
Just making beats
I have dangerous dreams
Gets to my head so I barely sleep
Postcode wars with a stainless
Yeah I use to have beef
click clack clack, happy man
And thats what you don't understand
And thats what you won't understand
Grab some paint, grab some cans
And write your name
Focus up and feel the room it's too divided
Having war while in a war
Last night I had a dream I was a monster
Broken promises constantly over all
Paint the starry sky
Need the darker blue
Give it all your love
The day's a memory now
The night's still just a hunch
What's this moment made of?
hear the cap in the rap
And then when I ask you run from the truth
All my niggas are elite
The proof in the pudding I put in the proof
Boy this is war I
want you to fail cuz they awestruck
Applauding lames gassing them like they came in from Austria
But l'm the wrong one you paint me with the wrong brush
do a Vincent van Gogh
'Cause you know I paint pictures with words
And I've still not published one book
I was in Panacea trynna get to the bar
And my
packin' the chrome
Nigga, runnin' up in your zone
Nigga, puttin' a bullet to your dome
Nigga, screamin', "the war is on, nigga!"
Now that we acquainted,
Oh, I will paint my car pink if you like
I will sell my self - for you, I would fight
Wanna do everything to get you - now
When you want me on time,
Andy War hol, Andy War hol (he)
Like whole hub
He
Ha
Are you ready
(Yeah)
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Like to take a cement fix
Be a standing cinema
say it,
Put red paint in that Balmain,
Held that peace sign till that war came,
But they can't go against me,
All them ***** dead beat ,
If they go
Soldiers don't go to Hell
It's war
Soldiers, they kill other soldiers
Blew a fifty on a Dwele, with girly out in LA
Tryna stick me, gotta get up
up at the Texaco, now
What you call that?
You in the paint, now I get in wit' you
I’m wit' all that
Shoulder strap wit' a suppressor, MAC-11
Fall back
the dirt and the water collected in the gutter til the colors brilliant
I paint pictures so legendary
I been doing this your history is as short
the higher me
The self righteous drug dealer dichotomy
I'm drawn from both sides, I am Siamese
The tug-of-war opens the door, entrada
Rip me apart
Twelve getting strong in the game, y'all can't touch me
I must be, made out of steel, y'all can't crush me
Watch how I paint this picture, into a mixture
cellular when di sim card right, Kalashnikov din car light,
Don't diss di mongol dem man deh mi war like all night all day, SK tek spray,
Shot penetrate
on the back of a carton
To find it, follow tracks down arms
And boulevards in the south, park
Watch as mouth art paints audio visuals
Call it rhythmical
Twelve getting strong in the game, y'all can't touch me
I must be, made out of steel, y'all can't crush me
Watch how I paint this picture, into a mixture
We sendin' bullets at the other fuckin' side
I'm from the North of Katie, Eagle Street to be exact
Tryna paint that shit on me 'cause every time
du-i-du, yuppi du
I feel the sound of a thousand colours
Which paints this scene this act of love
I hear the music that comes from the water
That rises from
on you like I got Tourette's with a weapon
Now who's gonna fill it? (Fill it?)
I ain't no battle rapper, I'm a war veteran
Of course I gotta get him,
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