War (Album Version)

[Chorus: CusaX]
We got the means, we ain't here for peace
Bitch, it's war when we step outside
We got the means, we ain't here for peace
Bitch, it's war when we step outside (Yuh)

[Verse 1: CusaX & Embis]
I keep on dummin' out, let a brother go run up now
Got a Mac with a laser, evaporate any gunner now (Pew, pew)
Any moment, putting on the matching persona
So if I got a murder mission or just rappin' a load of (What?)
Intermediate to professional fuckin' quality (Yeah)
But I don't go lenient, stackin' up all the quantity
Wannabes wanna beat me, but leavin' me undefeated
Go gimme a reason, I'm blastin' you with the heater (Bet)
Hack into your femur with hatchets and mad demeanor (Cold)
Prominent on the title in brackets, you are the feature
Dominate, Osama Bin Laden levels of insane
Congregate a whole fuckin' continent with my pen game
Bang, you're collateral damage, if I'm a cannibal
I'm eating mountain goat, understandable, have a bland day
Got the canon peekin' out of the window
Takin' pictures of your funeral, little late for a band aid (Switch it up)
Switch it up, Denzel Curry
They will be invisible, bitch, I bury (Gone)
End up in a grave in the cemetery
So you better vacate, gonna make you wary
Stay outta my path and outta my life
Or feel the wrath of my knife on your back tonight
'Cause if we gonna have beef, motherfucker, let's beef
Guarantee that by the end, you're layin' on the concrete! (Yeah, yeah, bitch!)

[Chorus: CusaX]
We got the means, we ain't here for peace
Bitch, it's war when we step outside
We got the means, we ain't here for peace
Bitch, it's war when we step outside

[Verse 2: Embis]
Swallowin' a bottle while you wallowin' in sorrow
At the club, you're gonna throttle, music lowerin' your IQ (Ugh)
Toxins enter, 'nother topic with incentive to control
I'm an influencer like you had the fuckin' Swine flu (Woah)
Now, you feelin' sick to your stomach
Seein' somebody at the top 'cause he got sent to the summit
And nothin' 'bout it addin' up, punch in the digits and sum it (Yeah)
I'm one in one hundred, a one on one? You bitches don't want it (Blah, blah, blah, blah, bloaw!)
I tell you, miss me with the guessin', takin' shots in the dark
One way to get your head bagged and then get shot in the dark
You brought your fists, not your rhyme book, so we not gonna start
Like a car that's runnin' out of gas, it's a walk in the park
So please stop actin' like you struggled with tryin' to go places
'Cause all you did was cut all the lines with no breaks, bitch
And never will I stoop to the level of coke slingin'
But ain't nobody shootin' this rebel, your bones breakin' (Oh, snap)
A bitch wanna rumble, yeah, sure, your dissin' was subtle
There is no rebuttal, you prolly gonna end up in puddles (Damn)
This is a jungle, this game is not just kissin' and cuddles
A kid could just grumble and then he got a stick to the frontal (Chk-chk)
Guess it's a photoshoot then (Ha), stick to the frontal
Criminals chuckle at the sight of men who are strugglin'
Pit with a muzzle, vicious and you finna get tumbled
'Cause, jit, If you fumble, you'll end up in a pit from a muzzle
Okay! (Brrrrraaah)

[Chorus: CusaX]
We got the means, we ain't here for peace
Bitch, it's war when we step outside
We got the means, we ain't here for peace
Bitch, it's war when we step outside