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Uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh
What, Crooklyn 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 main frame, discipline like a
Ready for war, push ups get my chest up
What's the deal Preme? I mean the
I think I got it in nigga, War Games is the theme

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

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

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

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

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

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

When I get you in the square, then I end you
All lets make one thing clear
You're all the same, I remain, fuck the fame
the lane to shoot, I declare War Games

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

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

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

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

Noid, niggas all non
Fuck 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

Over seas I conquer, rough like
Love to eat actors, gotta for drama
When I I get comatose in my own world
From the first verse, you saw my plan
I mean team name, never change
My ammo is the demo on the mic
War

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