"WAR". verse 1.

This is it. {Gunshot} its time for war.
End of your shyt. {Gunshot} won’t come back for more.
You’ll seize to spit. {Gunshot} locked out the door.
Gather your finest lyrics kause its time for war.
This is it. {Gunshot} its time for war.
End of your shyt. {Gunshot} won’t come back for more.
You’ll seize to spit. {Gunshot} locked out the door.
Gather your finest lyrics kause its time for war.

Soldiers gear up. Its finally battle time.
And were gunna fight till I kick one final rhyme.
Till this page contains no unwritten line.
Until the title of this bitch is conquered by mine.
After I drain the lyrics all out of his mind.
All five of em. Ill keep fightin em.
Send me your joints. Ill keep lightin em.
Your lines are bitin none.
I write and tighten em.
Don’t even read yours kause I no I’m smitin em.
Fuck Buddha Kause ill enlighten em.
Cant start to learn when its time to swim.
This opportunity wont come again.
Especially for him.
I’m crawlin up into under your skin.
I have enough knowledge for this final battle win.
Ill be at the library later tonight. Studyin.
readin up on the felony.
So I can learn like. Speak like. And think like the enemy.
You ain’t ahead of me.
And sure as hell ain’t no friend of me.
You only wish you had a half of a quarter of the skill of me.
When it comes down to it. Face it. Your never me.
First of all you have no lyrics to go with that absent style B.
Its crunch time now. This you don’t seem to see.
I’m so far ahead of you its time to call it quits.
Don’t you see. I rap circles round this bitch.
Your still confused over how this beat flips.
And how every real rapper flows and spits.
The difference between you and me. Your just talkin shyt.
You better find and hold on to your wits.
Kause you gunna need em when I’m through with this.


This is it. {Gunshot} its time for war.
End of your shyt. {Gunshot} won’t come back for more.
You’ll seize to spit. {Gunshot} locked out the door.
Gather your finest lyrics kause its time for war.
This is it. {Gunshot} its time for war.
End of your shyt. {Gunshot} won’t come back for more.
You’ll seize to spit. {Gunshot} locked out the door.
Gather your finest lyrics kause its time for war.