War Games (feat. Organized Konfusion)

War games!

Uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, what

Crooklyn Dodger number 2, O.C

Yeah, back on the scene, motherfuckers

Uh, me and Premo, ya know

East New York, Bushwick, Bed-Stuy

And all those good places, yo

My mainframe, disciplined like a soldier

Ready for war, push-ups get my chest swole up

What's the deal, Preem? I mean the scheme

I think I got it locked in, ****, war games is the theme

Rap commando, what's my handle?

O.C. ample to rock shit, battle **** who pop shit

Green Beret, thought slicker, I'm one step ahead

Slide through enemy lines like a black act figure

Camouflage, runnin' through your zone with no detection

'Cause the dark-skinned marksman, run through your section

Flesh and bones, physical built like titanium

Garbs cover my grill like Iranians

Ill, gorilla, so-called killers, I fear no man

But Allah, for the guidance he instill in us

The Renaissance man, I blow up like grenades

Sharp like gem stars, cause massive scars

O.C.'s all in it, dope, I've been for years

Now I'm back on the scene, and I declare war games

I bust off like an M-16, rippin' through spleens

From head to toe, blood soak up your jeans

Rap veteran, earned my stripes, fought wars

Oppose enforcers, would O.C. take losses?

Nauseous, you're feelin' kinda like throwin' up

Cautious, watch your step, layin' rhymes, blowin' up

Havin' no pity for foes, fuck G.I. Joe

He's a sucker, slap the taste outta wild motherfuckers

Design a rhyme like a plan for the government

Six million like Steve Austin, costin'

Apprehended if I am, enzymes in my body will erupt

M-16 type of cadence, voice filled with ammo

Bust off into a crowd of bitch ****, sing soprano

One eye'll get you in the square, then I end your career

All MCs, let's make one thing clear

You're all the same, I will remain, fuck the fame

Fillin' in lames, shoot, I declare war games

I declare war games!

On **** who flaunt figures for more fame

Guerrilla warfare tactics, issue unlimited access

To ammo with fireproof camouflage apparel

I declare war games!

On **** who flaunt figures for more fame

Guerrilla warfare tactics, issue unlimited access

To ammo with fireproof camouflage apparel

Precise, pinpointed, pull it when I cock back

This here rap'll slap you and your team and that bad bitch

Sneeze from my uncut, raw like coke

Preem, take a pause, roll up your smoke, then toke

Get back to B-I, see, I can do this, I'm professional

Too much weight to weigh any scale

Dutch Masters superior blend, inhale me right

Young Phillies take a toke of my rap, and get the willies

Paranoid, **** all now void

Fuck with O.C., get your life destroyed

Like a marine, I'm a trained rap killin' machine

Fiend to rock a mic set from New York to New Orleans

Overseas, I conquer, rough like Blanka

Love to eat actors, got a taste for drama

When I flow, I get comatose, in my own world

From the first verse, you saw my plan unfurl

I maintain, same name, never change

My M.O. is to demo competition on the mic, war games

War games

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