Lyrical Warfare

[Intro] You better be careful as I release the bullet Niggas better get to ducking as they see my .40 Cause as I bust, I’m not tryna be hard I’m just myself, other niggas be playing the part Ha, this ain’t no motherfucking game But niggas thinking they just gon’ make a song and shit and make money along the way If you not serious about this shit, why the fuck is you here? (Why the fuck is you here?) I’m tryna take this shit back to where music supposed to be Where you can nod yo’ head to a motherfucker Like shit right here, go ahead and nod yo’ head to this shit, nigga [Verse 1] There will be no relief when I bust The power of my flow disintegrate you to dust And what I must do is bust on the busters So if it happens to be you, you outta luck Uh, there’s niggas I have to eliminate Every single minute of the fucking day The predicament is so imminent, and I have to kill everybody in my way Duck and cover from the AK spitting rounds As I stay running laps around these clowns It’s incomprehensible how I kicks the mic I flip it and kick it until you see there ain’t no reason to fight me Cause if you do, you’ll find yourself 6 feet under I be ripping niggas in half, so ain’t no wonder Fucking with me is lethal, so what you wanna be doing? Wanna rap against me? Meet the Desert Eagle So what’s good? Welcome to the wrath of a lyrical insane nigga from the past [Hook x2] Lyrical warfare All we yearn for is lyrical warfare Cause we don’t give a fuck, we just want lyrical warfare Looking to start shit, just that lyrical warfare, uh [Verse 2] Damn, shit is just like ‘92 Niggas cause riots then they begin to loot Only difference is between Ferguson and Compton They both responded the same way, that’s really something But they still tryna portray low intelligence Every time you rob and mob, you looking belligerent So it ain’t nobody elses fault if you get caught looking like a Neanderthal Smart niggas never act up They either ‘bout the money or the music Or tryna be lapped up in the bed with some bomb ass pussy Cutthroat niggas tryna be on my level, you can’t out-do me You better be ready when I comes correct Cause if you don’t, I’ma end up putting yo’ shit in check, nigga So let the beat ride for a minute It took time to make it as I cooked it in the kitchen [Hook x2]