It’z War

Produced by Ill D

[Intro]
Yeah, you know what it is, its war baby
I told y’all, five star general
Yo, yeah, let’s blow them rounds

[Verse 1]
Its war, and I don’t mean gripping them firearms
It’s on, spitting sixteen iron bars
C’mon, I spit sick, mean, dying hard
The Don, rip shit to smithereens, I am God
Its war, set it off, it’s properly done
Monopoly funds, they come, ’cause they copping the Sun
Watch what it become, keep your eyes on, my rise on
The tides strong, the signs say it’s time to respond
Mic in my palm, stay calm, been doing this here
Write up a bomb, like napalm, explode in ya ear
Ruin careers, I’m here, I’m a do it for years
Brutal, severe, – I declare, who do I fear
Not a man, nowhere, if he here or he come
Said it clear, but listen, competition is none
Bring ’em on, they swarm and applaud when I’m done
Ring alarms, they warned, I’m a torture ’em son

[Hook]
Its war, ain’t talking ’bout performance wit’ gats
It’s raw, ain’t talking ’bout corners wit’ crack
Encore, they wanna do more than just clap
It’s on, I know how them broads ’ill react

[Verse 2]
Bring your best lines out, and your best rhymes out
Your Tec nines out, and your best crimes out
Then test mines out, high-tech designs out
I let ’em shine out, leave ’em dead and lined out
No joke, don’t play, hope you don’t provoke my rage
Toke and blaze, microphones smoked for days
I got a habit, when I have it, you know what it is
I fiend for, fiend more, spit a flow for these kids
Been held back, in cells trapped, slowed up my biz
I fell back, sell rap, told you I live
Ain’t nothing to it, when I do it, mics ’ill get sparked
My light is lucid, so fluid, I write in the dark
My pens abrasive, evasive, can’t catch my style
But still contagious, from the Ancients, was blessed from the Nile
Bless ’em for now, wit’ it mild, more science to come
But keep it hot, and let it drop, ’till my science is done

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Its war, and I don’t mean gripping them firearms
It’s on, spitting sixteen iron bars
C’mon, I spit sick, mean, dying hard
The Don, rip shit to smithereens, I am God
My focus on, code of arms, wrote a bomb
Ferocious psalm, no alarm, this soldier calm
My pen do work, go bezerk, unload a verse
Explode and burst, like my universe was cursed
The flow gets worse, let ’em know, you heard it first
Put doe on a verse, let ’em know, what my words are worth
There’s a drought out, I heard it was said, Hip-Hop is dead
I put the doubt out, no burners and lead, just permanent cred
Applause, encores, the stage is tore
Ever seen a war, waged on paper before
Yo it’s raw, I show y’all, I conquer the odds
Its war, I told y’all, watch for the God

[Hook]

[Outro]
Indeed, Divine Allah
Its war baby, get your guns out