War Games
War Games
Uh yeah uh uh uh
What, Crooklyn Dodger Number 2
OC, yeah back in the scene muthafucka
Me and Premo, you know, East New York
Bushwick, Bedstuy, and all those good places
Yo
My main frame, discipline like a soldier
Ready for war, pushups get my chest swoll up
What's the deal Preme I mean the scheme
I think I got it locked in nigga, War Games is the theme
Rap commando, what's my handle
OC ample to rock shit
Battle niggas who pop shit
Green bareen thought slicka
I'm one step ahead, slide thru enemy lines like a black Ac' Vigor
Camouflage, runnin thru you zone with no detection
Cuz the dark skinned marksmen
Run thru your section
Flesh , bones, physical built like titanium
Garbs cover my grill like Iranians
Ill gorilla so called killas
I fear no man but Allah, for the guidence he enstill in us
The Renaissance Man, I blow it like grenades
Sharp like gem stars
Cause massive scars
OC's all in it, dope I've been for years
Now I'm back in the scene, and I declare War Games
I bust off like a M 16
Rippin thru spleens from head to toe blood soak up your jeans
Rap veteran, earn my stripes, fought wars
Opposing forces, would OC take losses
Nauseous, you feelin kinda like throwing up
Cautious, watch ya step, land rhymes blowin up
Havin no pity for foes, fuck GI Joe
He's a sucker, slap the taste outta wild motherfuckas
Design a rhyme, like a plan for the government
Six Million like Steve Austin, costin
Apprehended if I am
Enzymes in my body will erupt
M 16 cadence, voice filled with ammo
Bust off into a crowd a bitch nigga sing soprano
When I get you in the square, then I end you career
All MC's lets make one thing clear
You're all the same, I will remain, fuck the fame
Feelin the lane to shoot, I declare War Games
I declare War Games
For niggas who flaunt figgas for more fame
Gorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to ammo
With fire proof camouflage and power
Precise pinpoint it, pull it, when I cock back
This here rap will slap you and your team, and that bad bitch
Freeze from my uncut, raw like coke
Preme take a pause, roll up and smoke
Then toke it, back to BI
See I can do this, I'm professional
Too much weight to weigh any scale
Dutch Master superior blend, inhale me right
Young Phillies take a toke of my rap, and get the
Willies para
Noid, niggas all non void
Fuck with OC, get your life destroyed
Like a marine, I'm a trained rap killing machine
Fiend to rock a mic, set from New York to New Orleans
Over seas I conquer, rough like Blanka
Love to eat actors, gotta taste for drama
When I flow I get comatose
In my own world
From the first verse, you saw my plan unfurl
I maintain same name, never change
My MO is the demo competition on the mic
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