All Out War

[Scratch Hook] {x2}
"Lyrical Commission"
"Turntable and I, tear shit up"
"Celph Titled"
"Settle the score"
"All out war"

[Verse 1: Trem]
This is all out war, with a fallout sure to cause a backlash
I’ll bash in your fuckin' face, I don’t stab backs
Trem's attackin' rappers with a thirst for blood
Submerge your body in a river, shoved in a Persian rug
Eternal come for curtains, that’s a certainty
Leavin' third-degree burns from these first-degree murder sprees
Earnin' me and my verse of words global praise
I throw grenades when I flow and set the show ablaze
A fire bug for hire, shruggin' the comp off
Plug in the mic and bomb soft cocks to compost
We from a long lost planet where rap is real
Still intact and untapped by the mass appeal
Market, LC spark and blast targets
We master the craft and kick it raw like a carcass
Lyrical Commission's carvin' a path with rotor blades
We roll deeper in these streets than a motorcade

[Verse 2: Brad Strut]
I’m barely breathin', bleedin', heart rate increasin'
It’s fire stakes, I can’t take fakes and thieves
And past mistakes seep in through the gaps of my armor
Ain't nothin' what it seems as I battle with snake charmers
Paint you a portrait, I gotta staunch, it's not cautious
Do what I want, my squad's forces too hot to handle
Like a grenade on detonation, rock the candles, a parade of devastation
Defend the nation when I step inside your earlobes
And carve you split of slick spits and I don’t fear no man
You need heroes, all I want is beer, blow some weed and type speech
Some beats and reap zero
Disrespect, I hinder reps with heavy burden
Get in your head and leave you left for dead, they’re callin' curtains
This shit’s superb in your car or Walkman
Go stalkin' an important public figure’s son is a slick assassinator
Four fours caught in an elixir
Sworn to fascinate you with scorn joining the mix, it’s life and death
In this business, it’s kind of sad, but I define my track with death scriptures

(Verse 3: Celph Titled)

There ain't a motherfucker been in more fights than me
O.G.'s in my hood ain't got more stripes than me
Celph Titled is known to tote but when I ain't packing
I keep a buck 150 nigga, we can get it cracking
And if I throw slugs you better pray they graze your chin
You said you had an infrared but that was just a laser pen
Just the sight of me will make you strain to breathe
I shoot till I'm satisfied, I aim to please
And you ain't got more ammo than me
With clips there's no contender
In my house we keep gun oil in a liquid soap dispensers
You shouldn't let your mouth flap
Cause I'mma put you down under and I ain't talking 'bout The Outback
In New York I'm grungy
In Australia I'm Dundee
Cooking barbecue with just the smoke from my gun heat
Niggas get comfy with a pillow in they face
The Demigodz and Commission filling body bags by the case

(Verse 4: Bob Balans)

The world leaves the forgotten to lurk in the waste
That’s why I don’t trust, I hurdle through space
With a thrust and peril is safe from the payback
Cause where I stay you fight for a placemat
And I don’t say cat, cause where I grew up that meant faggot
But I do leaves tracks po’wed and flattered
Staked in habit, daggered, when I unsheathe the mic from the scabbard
And uphold the standard cause your fates borrowed
So check the horrid scars on your face and forehead
In hostile territory like foreign embassy
LC start a war, now we’re the common enemy
Execute you to a tight schedule
Get the general, the rest are expendable
Melt ya, every decibel held ya in a molten tank
Until it’s over your scalp and there’s nothing left for burial
Your aluminum in the smolder stay crushed, the heavy fuel
Expels the metal shells in your shoulder
Arial assault leave you pumped like a propeller