| And I will feel no pain
|
| I will feel no shame
|
| When I go down
|
| I’m ready for war
|
| I’m ready for war like Americans killin Viets in '74
|
| You beefin? |
| Come down no numbers needed, let’s settle the score
|
| I’m the general of war bow down lieutenant
|
| I’m steadily movin forward he talks and I cut his movement short no cerebral
|
| palsy
|
| Cause I ain’t into the empty threats and I ain’t into reppin a street cred
|
| Even with the MTs I keep my steez fresh, that’s why head c respect me to the
|
| death
|
| But if war comes, knock knock, I run a
|
| I ain’t lettin my mouth run at the cop shop
|
| Get your mouth locked shut all my mates locked up cause they ain’t gettin on
|
| the dog when the cops come
|
| So I’m militant minded, lyrically wiped, criminal life’s hidden behind it
|
| So I ignore the law when enter an enemy territory I ain’t talkin forwards
|
| I just spit verbal weaponry, I’m raw to the core
|
| I’m regularly movin more than a cornerstore
|
| I regularly wreck a track, all enemies better be steppin back
|
| Prepare to be takin shots like Kennedy or Hennessy when I mentally snap |
| I’m gettin my energy back I’m a te-terror you terribly rap
|
| Get ready to be turned to a memory, put in a hole like ketamine trap
|
| Melbourne you heard I’m a raw beast
|
| Welcome to World War Three
|
| And I will feel no pain
|
| I will feel no shame
|
| When I go down
|
| I’m ready for war
|
| And I will play this game
|
| And you’ll all know my name
|
| When I go down
|
| I’m ready for war
|
| It’s over, this is closure
|
| Listenin to missionin position soldier
|
| Spittin cold no cliffs unfold but got shit concealed like clips in holsters
|
| Big shoulders training for war I may be crazy breakin your jaw
|
| I’m an M80 aimed at your porch, spit insanely bloodstained on your door
|
| I’m hating the law still run for my country
|
| Knock you off the wall humpty dumpty
|
| Guns forth love my money, love my rum and love to be grumpy
|
| See the enemy they pull a sin then the boom begins when we pull the pin
|
| Pull wool from skin at night to stay warm
|
| Turned alcoholic couldn’t stop it I stay gone |