Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The War Begins, artist - H BlancoAlbum song The War Begins, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.10.2014
Record label: Brick
Song language: English
The War Begins |
| You wanna go to war? |
| I’ll lyrically smoke you all |
| Got villains, guerrillas and killers, feelin' demented |
| Respect this life and protect yah neck, get your necklace swiped |
| Turn your flesh to ice, it seems like you don’t respect your life |
| The rap game look at me in a respective light |
| Cause I bless the mic with the bess rappers to ever write |
| Check the hype, comin' at T isn’t the best advice |
| Slap rappers around, make 'em lose their electrolytes |
| These new lyric rappers, make 'em fall backwards |
| Give 'em closed caskets and cold blackness, I’m so ratchet |
| The flow’s magic, reputation is so classic |
| Got the shows mastered, you rap like you’re asthmatic |
| Animal shit, we’re cannibals and killin' you quick |
| You fuckin' with Term, Inspectah Deck and Chris |
| Can’t forget the Blanc0, he stay strapped cause it’s hot out |
| Where you can get shot up just for givin' a shout out |
| Word in the hood, homie got popped for stealin' bricks |
| I’ma rock this shit, caught him sleepin', gave him half a clip |
| Candles burnin', smell the roses, family took a hit |
| Took a L, empty cell, nobody snitched |
| This when the drama popped, boy don’t get your mama shot |
| I know niggas with no limit in and out the box |
| Niggas who see murder, don’t say shit to cops |
| Niggas who beat murder, self defense and walked |
| When there’s war up in the jungle, niggas carry hawks |
| Carry, New York to Cali, where niggas |
| Split your shit wide open, don’t leave a scar |
| Catch that bitch you pokin' right in the car |
| Give her the other half that nigga’s let off |
| She cryin', headshot put it to rest it off |
| Nigga, this the way that the war begins |
| Hood shit, every night hearin' shots ring |
| It starts with heartless niggas runnin' their jibs to you |
| Run in their crib or put one in their wig |
| Watch you mouth with it, stupid, my whole unit is outfitted |
| Money over bullshit, cause we about digits |
| Cash money, I laugh, niggas is past funny |
| Half a grand, my little mans’ll blast for me |
| Land of the lost, king me, no matter the cost |
| Say you boss, then you better let your hammer off |
| Two time felon, yellin', «Who want what?» |
| When the war begin, in the end, spoils, it’s all us |
| Thirsty minds, over time with the dirty crimes |
| He threw the safe off the roof like thirty times |
| Thirty times, that describes how many shots he took |
| This to life, risk your life on a sloppy look |
| Look, see they just don’t give a fuck |
| Listen up, for fifty bucks the triggers bust |
| So call me Nostradamus marchin' with Martin, Marshas, and all the Spartans |
| barkin', I leave you niggas on cartons of milk |
| My artistry’s built, foundations |
| Partially killed before the ink’ll tarnish the quill |
| Hotter than steel, crush diamonds with my thoughts alone |
| Titan when it comes to poems, rhymin' |
| Comin' home either dead or victorious |
| Heavenly glorious, trust me I will get the |
| Best to historious, kill your mother, bleedin' her corpse again |
| You’re forced to end, Shaolin mark, hit you with a falcon punch |
| Bruce Lee, I’m looseleaf, infinity is rounded up to me |
| The only MC on the level of celestial beings |
| My emblem gleams, dragons out the best of the kings |
| You’re less than a dream, I’m Nightmare on Elm with the fiends |
| Kruger, I’m the ruler with the hardest attack |
| Plus I’m lyrical, Biblical, the god of this rap |