War Porn

[Intro] Request permission to engage Roger that, uhh we have no personnel east of our [Verse 1: Greydon] Fear monger in the government propaganda Churches try to scurry up offerings for their santa Hip-hop became a language but got lost in the grammar They tried to take the music and cut it with Arm & Hammer (It's dope) (They tried to make it crack?) Well it's time to take it back Make em responsible for what they say on the track And if it's whack, we attack It's as simple as that, entering through the back Clear the room full of traps A military underground assault team to liberate rap Has already been dispatched in fact A whole new batch is hatched, gremlin style Pardon me as I catch my breath, it's been a while While you calling me insane Some bible-thumping psycho shot her son at the shooting range Who's to blame? Extensively military trained like Major Payne Post-traumatic stress syndrome fresh on the brain Only in the streets they notice us when we speak Make decisions on the flow, but don't go with us overseas And get none of the over patrols or IEDs Engaging the enemy firing behind the trees Even verbally ambushed by real MCs [Verse 2: Canibus] Globally unique, the Beast is about to breach Canibus and Greydon spit speech that's too deep Peace, brohan comes hold hands with the old man Imma show you how Hip Hop got me programmed War Porn, why the fuck is it important where Obama was born? (Shit, cuz racism got us locked at the horns) Ready to fight for the colored man's birthright Dark energy light up the night like thermite Do not talk keep eyes on I4 in case shit pop off The fuel truck just got topped off This is day two hundred and two, still got a broken AVU Report back with a tactical overview CVC ID teams, 3D thermal screens Target emcees who move between shrubs and trees Track the migratory patterns of three quarters of the Earth's rappers Mass disaster leave the whole planet grassless [Verse 3: Greydon] Savage, the super gross and Rip the Jacker Closed perimeter, get too close and we'll attack ya My whole unit's trained to be ghosts, bodysnatchers Combat, we can boast the sum We done fought the [?] toe-to-toe and won Now they expect us to fold and run? For making fun of they chosen one? Let's see what happens when them soldiers come Toward madness, in the sand, just more havoc More action from hardcore rappers with war patches What's the soldier's creed? I know it backwards You should tell every vet you know you honor us in the highest fashion As soon as you pass him This is the message I want to get out to the masses They confiscate, hide, and mask it Eyes-only portfolios and packages Films of our missions depicted inaccurate Chinook, C130s, and apache hits Baghdad international landing strips We called it BIOP You be trying to land and shit, and cats would fire These are the things we dream when we retire Brass of the warrior class is cast iron Forged in the hell-fire of [?] and [?] All the while knowing that I might die alongside my peers [Outro] Yeah (War-Porn)