[Verse 1] the warchild Ah, yeah, ES Celph up Ah I swear, this is my testimony I'mma keep it one hundred the rest are phony I'm wilding out like is my mission I trying to be crucified by the system You should take heed, I you to listen Watch me break knees, I'm my victims The question remains who am I when I'm me the MC, I ain't no new edition My mind's a coliseum, I diamonds that glisten The beat is my journal where these lines get written through the garden, ate the fruit that's forbidden So back the up when I'm removing my fitted You could never walk in these shoes you fit in Y'all all say you're hot but that is just opinion can all die in the spot that you sit in AOTP, the underground has
All we do is pray! the game come back That's why we sitting building spitting flame on track So you say? don't matter at all So we gonna sit here and wait till God answer the
All we do is pray! till the come back That's why we sitting here building flame on track So what you say? don't at all So we gonna sit here and wait till God the call
[Verse 2]
It's such a pity, ain't pretty, lyrics bury cats Under one hundred and fifty of scum in the city You say you're popping bottles and stunting Diddy But your pockets be flatter than a model's or titties Why you fronting you're rugged and gritty? Why I spit it so hot? Why I like Big L and Big Pun more than and Pac? I'm that late 90's era where that Polo wasn't jig enough But Gucci and Louis and Prada shit wasn't big I would spit it ridiculous, stay on point Rondo Y'all up the rear like a J-Lo convo No, they don't want no beef, they all their teeth I may go so lay low pronto, chief albums in a year, that's more than in your whole career They all bang, battle out, do more than end your career So severe, I beat you a folding chair, listen AOTP's the game's missing
All we do is pray! till the game come That's why we sitting here building flame on track So what you say? don't at all So we gonna sit and wait till God answer the call
All we do is pray! till the game back That's why we sitting here building spitting flame on So what you say? don't at all So we gonna sit and wait till God answer the call [Verse 3] Titled
yeah, paper money? No I wanna see that iron buck (buck) They be robbing hoods so I keep that fryer (brrat) Try to these props taken from me You end up red and blue like a cop on their monthly Dumping student in front of the student body, air em out Beacon on my radar me where's your whereabouts (where?) Magazine drums have head bobbing Dead body nonstop nodding downhill in a (oh) Shoot the uz your house in Honolulu (ooch oww) Throw a pineapple at you (luau) Am I conceited? Oh yeah, believe it Rap supervisor pop up on with firearms, true surpriser We'll be rocking an upside-down And it won't be a whack fashion trend More like Suge Knight, Vanilla Ice shit, hotel dangling (nope) My is Tom Cruise Valkyrie famous
All we do is pray! till the game come That's why we sitting here building flame on track So you say? don't matter at all So we gonna sit here and wait till God answer the
All we do is pray! till the game back That's why we sitting here building flame on track So what you don't matter at all So we sit here and wait till God answer the call over Crypt, ES & over