AWAR

AWAR - Gang Initiation lyrics

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Feat. Diabolic & Poison Pen

(Intro: Poison Pen)

Live from the Beat X

Awar

We got the Fallen Angels

We got Triple Optix

We got Stronghold

That's what's poppin' yo

Diabolic, Poison Pen, Awar

Let's take 'em to war yo

Take 'em to war yo

(Verse: Awar)

I'm here, stainless steel ice grill, razor proof skin

Do a show in hell, raise the roof with enough space to move in

Walkin' with Satan's troops, I'm color changing your mood rings

Raid the food in your fridge with a sabor tooth grin

Chomp it down, I'll make your smile mold a necklace

And kick a black hole in your solar plexus, on my stomping grounds

You speak Islamic now, rap in a broken language

Translating Bin Laden in a Pig Latin and ten axes

And a pimp's passion, walk with a little limp action

Sprinklin' baby powder on mits for my assistant pimps who get distracted

I'm lip yappin', and if I said it I meant it

I'll have your girl missing periods like a run on sentence

So keep your guns on the entrance, or play laser tag with inferreds

The kiss of death, serving Molotov cocktails in Hell's Kitchen

Lethal weapon like Mel Gibson

Death to the fate of your ruler

Cause my fam drops enough gems to bankrupt Jacob the jeweler

Wake up your medula, you don't tote Glocks, you smoke cocks in the industry

Your infantry sounds like a bunch of broke Pacs in the creek

Neva sold rock but I got your souls locked on a triple beam

Like ya blown hops to smithereens

(Hook x2)

Smack ya in the back of your throat

Jump y'all, you think that we crackin' a joke?!

Stuff y'all, rough y'all, cut y'all, crush y'all

Chow-muthafuck y'all!

(Verse: Diabolic)

Yo, cops are lookin' for an excuse to call reinforcements

So proceed with caution, or see a coffin

I'll read your fortune, I can see the future

Squeeze a Ruger, serve beef like Peter Luger

D's and troopers, the first of three targets

To get set up framed, for first degree charges

Any rapper you put verses me garbage

I'd rather serve or pee and burn the weed harvest

You cannot be hood, you Hollywood pussy

Well 'bolic just want that Hollywood pussy

I could rap for weeks, y'all just rappin' weak

You ain't have the streets, you had 'em fast asleep

I ain't blastin' heat, na I slash and butcher

Cause y'all punk bitches like Ashton Kutcher

Diabolic, man with the shortest fuse

Defeat's out my price range, can't afford to lose

Money talks, it speaks and I listen

And life's the bitch with bare feet in my kitchen

Screamin' and bitchin' so I'm plottin' for wealth

Gettin' bars off my chest like I'm spottin' myself

(Hook x2)

Teeth in the back of your throat

Jump y'all, you think that we crackin' a joke?!

Stuff y'all, rough y'all, cut y'all, crush y'all

Chow-muthafuck y'all!

(Verse: Awar)

Yo, my optical stance, standin' at the top of the planet

Hip-Hop's the only obstacle in the ways of dollars I can't get

If I gotta pack confised cannon to profit off the promise land

To blow up popsicle stands, slayin' contraband

I'll get my chance yeah, you smile for the media

Blurb about the jewels he havin'

I'll get your smile in a mediums, and curve your enthusiasm

Cause I flirt with death, like the Grin Reaper had a trim beaver

I work out tracks like a gym teacher's new receiver

I make your protojays, slit your throat with your shoulder blade

Motivate cultin' visions, because when inside and out and it's the only ultimatum

And every degenerate knows, I won't rest my dome

With airwaves flooded with my genetic clones

When the name Awar rest in peace is etched in the headstone

The beats bang like Gang Initiation

Free Easy Duke till a pulp fiction

(Hook x2)

Teeth in the back of your throat

Jump y'all, you think that we crackin' a joke?!

Stuff y'all, rough y'all, cut y'all, crush y'all

Chow-muthafuck y'all!

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