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War
War

Uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh
What, Dodger Number 2
O.C., back in the scene muthafucka
Me and Premo, you know, East New
Bush wick, Bedstuy and all good places

Yo, my frame, discipline like a soldier
Ready for war, push ups get my chest up
What's the deal Preme? I the scape
I think I got it locked in nigga, War is the theme

Rap commando, what's my handle O.C. ample to rock
Battle niggas who pop shit green bareen thought
I'm one step ahead, slide through enemy lines like a black ack
Camouflage, runnin' through you with detection

'Cuz the dark skinned marksmen run your section
ya bones, physical built like titanium
Bugs cover my grill like Iranians ill gorilla so called
I no man but Allah, for the god is he is still in us

The Man, I roll with real like grenade
Sharp like gem stars 'cause scars
O.C.'s all in it, dope I've for years
Now I'm back in the and I declare War Games

I bust off like a M-16 rippin' through screens head to toe
Blood soak up jeans, rap veteran, earn my stripes, fought wars
forces, would O.C. take losses?
Naucious, you feelin' like throwing up

Cautious, ya step, land rhymes blowin' up
Havin' a pity for foes, G.I. Joe
He's a sucker, slap the taste wild motherfuckas
Design a rhyme, like a plan for the

Six Million like Austin, costin' apprehended if I am
In and my body will erupt
M-16 tapecatin', filled with ammo
it through a crowd, a bitch nigga sing soprano

When I get you in the square, I end you career
All MC's make one thing clear
all the same, I will remain, fuck the fame
Feelin' the lane to shoot, I declare War

I War Games
For who flaunt figgas for more fame
Gorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to
With proof camouflage and power

I declare War
For niggas who flaunt figgas for fame
Gorilla warfare, tactics issue access to ammo
With proof camouflage and power

Precise pinpoint it, pull it, when I back
This here rap will slap you and your team and bad bitch
Sleaves from my uncut, raw cope
Preme dig up boys, roll up and

toge it, back to B.I. see I can do this, I'm professional
Too much to weigh any style
Master superior blend, inhale me right
Young Phillies take a toke of my rap and get the Willies

Noid, niggas all non
Fuck O.C., get your life destroyed
a marine, I'm a trained rap killing machine
Fiend to rock a mic, set from New York to New

Over seas I conquer, like Blanca
Love to eat actors, take for drama
I flow I get comatose in my own world
From the first verse, you saw my plan
I mean team same name, change
My ammo is the competition on the mic
War

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