War Room
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(feat. Chris Rivers & Vinnie Paz) Everybody turned up, me I’m just burned up Sourly, piffly, flying through the district. My swag is in the weed bag, live up in the hotel Ain’t got with the cheese at. With the bees and the seeds at Before back, you ease back But a real homie, you rise up Thinking before for long, cause I’mma size up. You’re too old for the dumb shit You’re too old for the numb shit Hand on the gun grip, The top down with the blind lid Flying, thinking to hundreds I’m in the juice game and the book game, But I’m still rapping, got my mass and my cook game. It’s mid night but we’re seven thirty We’re legit, but forever dirty! So we’ve been … old sweat suit Got a pocket full of ‘em Benjies. I’m on the goons neck in them benzie Still feeling pain from the cocain frenzy. 80s, 90s and 2Gs, knew I was 2G, listen to cool G! No gun and knife that I’m throwing a two piece Got me a new pair, keeps up my shoes grease Lines and hoes, just like a… Dope lines… of hoes, homie, is you asleep? Yeah, you better wake up and you might get it nigga To get a job take up thin! If the night don’t work, throw the eight up thin I’m a crooked dude, but I’mma tell you straight up thin If you both rap but you know that the ghost rap Back room from the back room with the dope track. I’m unchained, unbounded, unparallel, unminded The genre refined, combined with the finest finds of Titan Vicious, I like it! Fuck it … my full moon and islands Show what the lute that the lute of troops of oblivious… Devious rhyming, see me when… Feasting with lions and preaching the silence That help me sleep and read the defiance. Sold me for silence, my voice is hurt to… in the darkness I’m preaching the marches, I preach so deep, I preach to a cocky And spit to the spirit, guarantee to see through my lyrics .. the feelings that… say dream of a Phoenix In hopes of a birth, I’m broking the Earth when I spoke of reverse I wrote with compressed cold and put the diamond in the dirt And grew a money tree in custody of… company My…. is comfortably, the sharpest of the sharpest of the underlinks And don’t compare to no one Verbals like a show gun, hotter than the whole sun Bust her like a whole gun, I’m splitting for and for… I know she’s like a proton compared to my emotions .. that cures the older remedies Acuity is never seen Type of guy you never meet And you’ll sill have me in memory. This gorilla rap right here, life in a box People raised her under the tongue the slice of the ox Use a body, boy, you’ll be in a site full of cops End of freedom, I’m cool, but I’m nicer with gloves Listen, I ain’t gonna hold you, I’m liable to box And roll four, five, six with the dice on your box I’m a still bum, move silent,… And while you’re at the Marty Goon, say goodbye to your pops! My hand speed, moving 200 nods to go nuts The words of Gandhi... is an audible shot Audible plot, but this is just a hobbie to him Like shipping great goose, smoking Bob Merely with him. You don’t want war, you become buddies with him In his house John Gandhi was just Gandhi to him And the East… probably him Probably connected to South Philly, rhyming with him! You’re on and on… probably gin Looking like you got the monster remarkable thin. The darker the sin, the darker that the souls ever been I see the opposite of life, that’s the story that it ends stupid! [Outro:] Stupid! Ha-ha-ha Chris Rivers, Benevolent ghost Kill a... to New York I’m not you, rapper! I’m a G!
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