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War
War

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

Yo, my main frame, like a soldier
for war, push ups get my chest swell 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 niggas who pop shit bareen thought slicka
I'm one step ahead, slide through lines like a black ack figga
Camouflage, runnin' through you zone with

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

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

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

Cautious, watch ya step, land blowin' up
Havin' a for foes, fuck G.I. Joe
a sucker, slap the taste outta wild motherfuckas
Design a rhyme, like a plan for the

Six Million Steve Austin, costin' apprehended if I am
In times and my will erupt
M-16 tapecatin', voids with ammo
Bust it through a crowd, a bitch sing soprano

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

I War Games
For niggas who flaunt figgas for fame
warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to ammo
With fire proof camouflage and

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

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

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

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

Over I conquer, rough like Blanca
Love to eat actors, gotta take for
When I flow I get in my own world
the first verse, you saw my plan unfurl
I mean team same name, never
My ammo is the competition on the mic
War

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