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

Yo, my main frame, discipline like a
Ready for war, ups get my chest swell up
What's the deal I mean the scape
I I got it locked in nigga, War Games is the theme

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

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

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

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

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

Six Million like Steve Austin, costin' if I am
In times and my body erupt
M-16 tapecatin', voids filled ammo
Bust it through a crowd, a nigga sing soprano

I get you in the square, then 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 declare War
For niggas who figgas for more fame
Gorilla warfare, tactics issue access to ammo
fire proof camouflage and power

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

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

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

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

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