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I Declare War
1,468
Hip-Hop/Rap
I Declare War was released on June 22, 1999 by Wu Music Group as a part of the album Manchild
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Release DateJune 22, 1999
LabelWu Music Group
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shyheim
Shyheim
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
WILSON A
WILSON A
Writer

Lyrics

Yeah
**** want war, you ready?
No fuckin' doubt, son
Gimme the gun, man
What, you think somethin' sweet?
You cryin'?
Hell no I ain't cryin', never that
Look me in my eyes and tell me you ain't cryin'
****, I'm livin' this shit every day of my motherfuckin' life, no doubt
With my x-ray vision, see through you lames for days
Every bullet counts, and we don't bust strays
I pop you in your waves, leave your shit spinnin'
Hollow heads in your head, head-on head collision
I'm bad news, "Extra, extra", read about me
Blowin' stolen, cops glockin' 197 lobby
My philosophy making **** think they rockin' me
They can't possibly
I'm not a suspect, I'm far from that
And that uncontrolled substance
Like crack, cocaine, and Inspectah Deck
I don't know how yall see it, but it clean your specs
I'm too complex, what you say, complex?
I leaved you stressed with a complex
You better stop playin' games, that's the advice I suggest
I walk like I'm at war, talk like I'm at war
Don't sleep like it ain't war, you speak like it ain't war
Better read the Art of War before crossin' my lines
You better read the Art of War before crossin' my lines
I walk like I'm at war, talk like I'm at war
Don't sleep like it ain't war, you speak like it ain't war
Better read the Art of War before crossin' my lines
You better read the Art of War before crossin' my lines
It ain't over till we even
I even got the life support machines just to keep you breathin'
I'm beef increasin', bees in season
You can be my eight-by-ten photo in the 120 in prison
I'm runnin' to your vision, squeezin' for no reason
Make it so hot, fuck summer, Shyheim should be a season
Be the greatest like Ali Muhamed
We get a million youths to march through New York like I live Muhamed
Predicted platinum by Nostradamus
Twenty-seven conglomerates, we communists
And ghetto richs to the extreme
Divine put the money behind the dreams
Of the microphone fiend
Now rushin' trough your screens
I walk like I'm at war, talk like I'm at war
Don't sleep like it ain't war, you speak like it ain't war
Better read the Art of War before crossing my lines
You better read the Art of War before crossing my lines
I walk like I'm at war, talk like I'm at war
Don't sleep like it ain't war, you speak like it ain't war
Better read the Art of War before crossin' my lines
You better read the Art of War before crossin' my lines
Bottom line's
Written by: WILSON A
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