War

(Wordsworth) On behalf of my crew I came to represent it Joints make your grandpa wild for 3 minutes The flow, not every show, got police in it Got us banned from every town that we visit Punch and words made ya bed, now sleep in it Stole half my style, you could at least finish Cheap images stuck with weak gimmicks I always get game, I fucked up, but keep spinnin' Stop for what, y'all niggas know not to touch So hot, that the devil live a block from us If not for us, you wouldn't know how to rhyme sicker I rapped on your demo, and helped you get signed quicker Besides that, we the only live act Have you thinkin' bout your career, your hour drive back Why ask, when you gon' hate the answers No way to escape, don't take a chance cause... (Chorus) You don't really wanna go to war (you don't wanna go) You don't really wanna go to war (don't even try to do it) You don't really wanna go to war, (why??!?) Cause yo ass is 'c'est la vie (say la vee) (Stop playin' wit' me) You don't really wanna go to war (you don't wanna go) You don't really wanna go to war (don't even try to do it) You don't really wanna go to war (why??!?) Cause yo' ass is 'c'est la vie (say la vee) [Punchline] Punchline Stay on the run from 1-time Fuck dark in daytime I do crimes I got 2 wives, and live 2 lives I'm not Gemini but I got 2 sides Good and bad, some say it's a curse When I play both sides like auto-reverse You outta research, on how Punchline'll put it on ya Can't compare, or come near like court orders My eyes focus, on those that oppose this Your new rhymes couldn't fuck wit' none of my old shit To any emcee that comes out his mouth I give your shit to the bootleggers before ya come out Never play hard You know who the best are You only sold a few units, cuz of your guest-stars I spit bars Punch and Words rap connoisseurs I learned and mastered the art of war (Chorus) (Wordsworth) Name your favorite rapper Yea I know about him I heard the whole album, its hot, but no value Chill out, battle, don't do it We the nicest, there's are other things I haven't included Like We tight nothin' less than that I know you wish this rap was your reference track And next to that You' hype 'cuz the spotlights on you That's quite normal When Words'll write for you [Punchline] Right on you Lyrically keep it tight for you I switch to plan b, if the plot foils Fuck the hoes, gimme dough and mo' fame Spit the flow till I blow like cole-trane Y'all know, name We, Punch & Words Those beats with the keyboard sounds, irk my nerves Any battle I entered, never got served If I should die tonight these be my last words (Chorus) [Punchline does adlibs till end]