Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song WW III, artist - Pharoahe Monch. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
WW III |
| Weight of the world on your shoulders gotta hold it up |
| When the pen’s burnin' the paper never fold it up |
| When the plan is set in motion never slow it up |
| We seize the planet like war then we blow it up |
| Cleverly beginnin' em with synonyms when I went in with homynyms |
| Extended 'em out, defendin' em with linear raps when enbalmin' em |
| Bendin em back, blendin' em with miraculous type |
| Fuck is up? |
| Y’all niggas do like Dracula’s bite |
| Uhh, don’t even bother gotta lotta cats who swallow |
| For dollar raps scholar holla back like a Rockwilder |
| Me get ya hit ya split ya open, sit you down |
| Get you in the ring, sling slang boxing rounds with ya |
| Snap your bone gristle, Crystal motel |
| Queens missle pistol-whip you army issue shouldn’t fuck with you |
| Or get niggas like Yusef, you’re useless |
| Attack back, smack your whole team toothless |
| Now welcome to the New York Knicks |
| Where Averex are the jerseys and the boots are the kicks |
| Y’all on the dick the way we pose for the flicks |
| Queens style, Redhook now all in the mix |
| P, pass the baton, we mashin' whatever crew want Sahdeeq |
| Black on tracks like Dutch flashbacks |
| Settle the score, make y’all know for sure |
| That what we, bring to the table your mental’ll digest |
| Put away your forks, can’t eat these MC’s |
| Just as, hungry as you, hungry as you |
| Snatch it our your hand before you bite or chew, we’re inviting you |
| To spar, with the likes of this two, got you spillin' your brew |
| Intercept your soundwave, bitch! |
| Hijack your frequency quick, and bang our shit |
| Motivated to make it but foes try to block flows |
| Knock those, crush 'em like a bag of nachos |
| Keep em on they toe, word up, like ballet |
| You sweet sap suckers get served like cafes |
| You candy cats melt in my pockets like Milky Ways |
| Southside, BK hurtin' niggas for days |
| Blow it up with incredible landmine rhymes |
| Federal crime for sure, THIRD WORLD WAR |
| Weight on my back like Atlas, our tactics |
| To hem 'em like denim and pin their back to the canvas |
| Yo, who want this, who want nothing but conflict |
| Blow up they barracks with a C-4 brick |
| WE MOVE SWIFT, so you better react quick AND |
| Watch your nugget 'fore we launch these hits |