Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Post War Syndrome, artist - X-Raided. Date of issue: 28.06.2004
Song language: English
Post War Syndrome |
| I cocked my mind back mental magnum spit hollow point venom vigorously |
| So you can respect my way of closing people lyrically |
| Rappers be plantium and call on me level high skill is my criteria |
| With prize for smashing on men for the inferior |
| It’s nefarious not biggie, nas or jay-z |
| Fact not non-fiction I’m truly living this ghetto legacy, it was blast for me |
| Wen the source neglected the don killuminati |
| Can shoot a stri lyric unease so they can ride past me |
| I’m a vigilante equipped with infinite lyrical arson |
| Deliberate and intentional this is war I hope you taking it |
| Personal not reversible, dispersible |
| I need a batik semi automatic |
| Blasted, blast quik x-raided the rhyming achromatic |
| I done had it up to here with these pathetic fabricated war stories |
| Being spit by these over exaggerated master of cermony’s |
| Polly prolly want a cracker cause you parrots parrot all you hear |
| Prepared your day of reckoning is all to near |
| If you disrespect that my cock take back and shoot till it jams |
| Post war syndrome sticking it on like blue to the dance |
| So many of my men gone died in the war didn’t make it home |
| Never at ease I’ll never step on my g’s in this warzone |
| Miscellaneous elements create this magnum opus |
| Optimist prime suspects knowing I’m the illest lyricist |
| Rhyme catalyst, hella bent and extremely hazardous |
| Chemically war in balance the rare and the dopest |
| Have me on hiatus politically exiled x-raided |
| Nefarious elminating rapper’s cause it contract madated |
| Penetrated the game with stolen no limitations |
| Black market’s mad man 5 star generals stripping ya’ll maggots |
| Holding all ar’s hostage by the flocks cock Glocks |
| With ransom notes demanding mad man’s increase in stocks, poisoning as ham locks |
| Specifically delivered to you |
| X-raided won’t pay ridiculous revenue |
| For a record review if the truth, rearview |
| Reflections of a misanthropist past this |
| Now my squad dominanting bill board top 100 hit list |
| Criminologist the culprit Jon rambo bound |
| Orignal jacka mysterious murder glove never found |
| Infiltrated I crossed all the enemy lines |
| Obliterated many infiltrates like secluded land minds, conscious minds |
| Shoot at hypocritical politcal factus |
| Evious gats systematically killing ignorant rappers |
| Unsympathically expressed briefly pressed in options gotta spit your mind |
| From the highest elevation on earth can top this |
| I’m relentless steadily brain bashing weak mc’s |
| Please I question if you really klack gats and push key’s, unexpectedly |
| The rap game dictated ya’ll tragedy, heavy arterially |
| Infiltrated what you claim flawlessly game tight I profess my ghetto star |
| exquistely |
| I’m pulling hoe cards of all wack rapper’s within this industry |
| Prepare for the impact of my catastrophic clarity, you can’t damage me |
| Nor defeat this post war strategy |
| I sit on the strong of the western hemisphere yelling who got my back |
| All literal under achievers suck my testical sac |