WAR - Remix

(Yeah, uh)
If they want a battle I'm ready for war
I come from the struggle and love all the trouble
I've been here before
I'm done and I'm sick of the talk with their smiling faces not anymore
Kickin' the door
Been in the gutter I come from the mud
I can give you a tour
If they want a battle I'm ready for war
I come from the struggle and love all the trouble
I've been here before
I'm done and I'm sick of the talk
With their mumbling faces not anymore
Kickin' the door
Been in the gutter I come from the mud
I can give you a tour

Literally I can give you a tour
Picture sharp HD without no any blur
Come to the hood see people live in manure
(Man you're)
So little I'm out rhyming you unintentionally when I snore (Yeah)
Bars that are spiking with vibes that are striking
You can call me thor
Lethal injection Is now what I'm now passing as cure
To mumble jumbles rumbling about hitting on strippers
And bitches and whores as sports or pulling a score
I ain't on on that shit i get bored so I gotta step up for rap
I'm the set-up lyrically a man of valor
With a touch of glamour
(Yeah, uh)
Lyrical kamikaze I go into the war without no fucking body armour
I'm a metaphor for a meteor's course
Like a dinosaur ain't no inferior (or) coarse
Like a china store imma feed you interior curses
Spit on this bitch making up uglier verses
I'm a juggernaut coming make electrical surges
Ain't nothing can stop me the cause is
My brain is missing ingredients still I'm salty
So like a pemmican, I will crush you into particles
Like before Lenten I'm setting up carnivals
But when I assault you
This part is cardinal don't take it personal
I'm just a person I hail from pen of God
He's ink is called my blood in him I got in my Penticton
Really I barely can think of or puzzle out
Why they would want to come at me writing up lil madrigals
Bitch I'm a cannibal
I'm ready for sure
I've said this before
I ain't here to stall
I've been through enough
Ain't asking for more
I've slept on floor had these ulterior motives of being on top
Though the clothes that I wore
Were like a pair of socks two taking turns
I ain't bragging bout riches or bitches
Still working filling my store to the core
They say words changes when eyes meet
Look me in the eyes and then try spit that I'm trash
And Imma give you what ice treat
(a swollen face yeah, that's what Ice treat)
I ain't even had a peek at my peak
Not even close ain't had a lil sip of my reap
I visualize every single word that I speak

I'm ready for war
I come from the struggle and love all the trouble
I've been here before
I'm done and I'm sick of the talk with their smiling faces not anymore
Kickin' the door
Been in the gutter I come from the mud
I can give you a tour
If they want a battle I'm ready for war
I come from the struggle and love all the trouble
I've been here before
I'm done and I'm sick of the talk
With their mumbling faces not anymore
Kickin' the door
Been in the gutter I come from the mud
I can give you a tour



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Okoli
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