| You wanna go to war? |
| I’ll lyrically smoke you all
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| Got villains, guerrillas and killers, feelin' demented
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| Respect this life and protect yah neck, get your necklace swiped
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| Turn your flesh to ice, it seems like you don’t respect your life
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| The rap game look at me in a respective light
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| Cause I bless the mic with the bess rappers to ever write
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| Check the hype, comin' at T isn’t the best advice
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| Slap rappers around, make 'em lose their electrolytes
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| These new lyric rappers, make 'em fall backwards
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| Give 'em closed caskets and cold blackness, I’m so ratchet
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| The flow’s magic, reputation is so classic
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| Got the shows mastered, you rap like you’re asthmatic
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| Animal shit, we’re cannibals and killin' you quick
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| You fuckin' with Term, Inspectah Deck and Chris
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| Can’t forget the Blanc0, he stay strapped cause it’s hot out
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| Where you can get shot up just for givin' a shout out
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| Word in the hood, homie got popped for stealin' bricks
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| I’ma rock this shit, caught him sleepin', gave him half a clip
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| Candles burnin', smell the roses, family took a hit
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| Took a L, empty cell, nobody snitched
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| This when the drama popped, boy don’t get your mama shot
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| I know niggas with no limit in and out the box
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| Niggas who see murder, don’t say shit to cops
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| Niggas who beat murder, self defense and walked
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| When there’s war up in the jungle, niggas carry hawks
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| Carry, New York to Cali, where niggas
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| Split your shit wide open, don’t leave a scar
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| Catch that bitch you pokin' right in the car
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| Give her the other half that nigga’s let off
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| She cryin', headshot put it to rest it off
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| Nigga, this the way that the war begins
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| Hood shit, every night hearin' shots ring
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| It starts with heartless niggas runnin' their jibs to you
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| Run in their crib or put one in their wig
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| Watch you mouth with it, stupid, my whole unit is outfitted
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| Money over bullshit, cause we about digits
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| Cash money, I laugh, niggas is past funny
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| Half a grand, my little mans’ll blast for me
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| Land of the lost, king me, no matter the cost
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| Say you boss, then you better let your hammer off
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| Two time felon, yellin', «Who want what?»
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| When the war begin, in the end, spoils, it’s all us
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| Thirsty minds, over time with the dirty crimes
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| He threw the safe off the roof like thirty times
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| Thirty times, that describes how many shots he took
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| This to life, risk your life on a sloppy look
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| Look, see they just don’t give a fuck
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| Listen up, for fifty bucks the triggers bust
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| So call me Nostradamus marchin' with Martin, Marshas, and all the Spartans
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| barkin', I leave you niggas on cartons of milk
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| My artistry’s built, foundations
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| Partially killed before the ink’ll tarnish the quill
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| Hotter than steel, crush diamonds with my thoughts alone
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| Titan when it comes to poems, rhymin'
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| Comin' home either dead or victorious
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| Heavenly glorious, trust me I will get the
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| Best to historious, kill your mother, bleedin' her corpse again
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| You’re forced to end, Shaolin mark, hit you with a falcon punch
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| Bruce Lee, I’m looseleaf, infinity is rounded up to me
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| The only MC on the level of celestial beings
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| My emblem gleams, dragons out the best of the kings
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| You’re less than a dream, I’m Nightmare on Elm with the fiends
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| Kruger, I’m the ruler with the hardest attack
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| Plus I’m lyrical, Biblical, the god of this rap |