War Machine (Multisyllabic) @NINOBLESS

Me with the track's like a deaded marriage
Fighting hard over their assets, The way I'm going at it
This is the moment I swing for the fence
For folks who think I'm only average

NINO

The dopest with multi syllabics, appropriate status
Went from crack to coke, to raw as opium tablets, that
Soak in lava flow, and so cinematic
I write where Anakin , and Obi-Wan Kenobi went at it

You know me? So don't approach me with static
I let it fly like showing Kobe the basket, You could quote me on that shit
Bastard, all this hocus pocus, gold litte karats
Don't hold no matter, cause here, its so unemphatic

Front on tracks like you pimp, you a hopeless romantic
Tyson Beckford ass ho, You pose like a faggot

So... Don't be dramatic, like acting like you choking on salad
Hope or panic, won't haul this chosen hispanic

I'll open ya cabbage, You know I'm a savage
Like African child soldiers toting Soviet ratchets

The soul of a maverick, stay in the gutter like bad bowlers
School of hard-knocks, My diploma's a Masters
Cause I go in deeper than chicks trafficking
Coke wit petrolium packaged near they felopian passage
Woah

I'll Math to Dose on the masses
This Latin, assassin is known to just spaz quick
I'll nap him, & know that I'm that sick
To grab his chick's ass, and mack it
While his Ghost stares at his folks near his casket
Match this, please like I'm a damn stiff
I'm, more like Tourettes, fuck shit, with a bad twitch
Thinking I won't write death, like I ain't bodied that shit
That's dyslexic, right to left, you got it backwards, check

Who's next up? Let's step up
Don't get it twisted
Most of these cats are broke while my bread's up
Judging a rapper's success is more, deceptive
Than bitches uploaded pictures to the internet, from they neck up

Put ya left nut on the line, you ain't lying
You an iPad ad, for 9 bucks, no one's buying
Wanna bet? Pay ya debt, or you'll see some bold gangsters
Who'll take some of ya check, like CEO bankers

Look, Ho I'm my own anchor
Motivated by the doubt
So thank ya, you clone thinkers

I'm the lone ranger, on my own, in tune with the moment
The proof and the Omen, was chewing up dudes I did songs with

Go'head and hope and assume, I'm losing it soon
You snoozing while I make the elephant move from the room
I been ill since Puma's and Kabooms on my spoon
Since, Teddy Riley just wanted to zoom and a poom - poom

Since "Night night," Granny singing the Blue Moon
Since Hot Wheels, yelling out vroom vroom
I got chills, heard moms bump Melle Mel from the womb
Man, I be going hardbody like Victor von Doom

So these kids is on shrooms
If they think I ain't the one to go off
I'm so boss, when I'm bored, I go golf
What I'm spittin is past flames
I'm mainstream radio how I'm killing this rap game, fucker