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War

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

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

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

the dark skinned marksmen run through your section
Flesh ya bones, physical like titanium
Bugs cover my grill like Iranians ill so called killas
I fear no man but Allah, for the god is he is in us

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

I off like a M-16 rippin' through screens from head to toe
Blood up your 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 for foes, fuck G.I. Joe
He's a sucker, slap the taste outta wild
Design a rhyme, like a for the government

Six Million Steve Austin, costin' apprehended if I am
In times and my will erupt
tapecatin', voids filled with ammo
Bust it a crowd, a bitch nigga sing soprano

When I get you in the square, I end you career
All MC's lets make one thing
You're all the same, I will remain, fuck the
Feelin' the lane to shoot, I War Games

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

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

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

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

Noid, all non void
with O.C., get your life destroyed
Like a marine, I'm a trained rap killing
Fiend to rock a mic, set New York to New Orleans

seas I conquer, rough like Blanca
Love to eat actors, gotta for drama
I flow I get comatose in my own world
From the first verse, you saw my plan
I mean same name, never change
My ammo is the competition on the mic
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