You wanna march on me

Wanna take my peace

Wanna take my lead

Wanna erase me

Tell em who you be

Come to no man’s land

Little sarge better walk right!

You know what I see?

It’s a porcelain piece

Of mind you breed

Think entertainments

A war machine

I don’t need to compete

I’m a weapon

A landmine

Go ahead little buddy, go chase on them bands

Them clicks them flicks don’t stand to man

You ain’t no victim no YOU THE SCAM

Shelf all of my shit!

I ain’t part of your brand

Baby I don’t feel bad I feel sorry

You a side piece in your own damn story

Move your rooks

I’m checking your verse

You ain’t fall off, no baby, it’s worse

I got intel you ain’t been well

And none of the big guns know your name

None of these big guns carry weight

That was the job of your big mistake

Drop my ass cause I’m the bomb

News flash for you my fuse is gone

Huge flash kaboom!

Ten stories gone

Keep yucking it up with

The top brass

Fuck the little man said the middle man always

Keep your legions we busy balling

Fuck your feelings you fucked mine

Cut your call to call an air strike

Huh? Your Bunker bust?

What’s the matter? Still ain’t enough?

Nah, No more war games

Not with your fame

My call of duty

Is to give em my love

All you see

Is numbers on the screen

Then all you’ll be

Is numbers on the screen

You’re part of the war machine

You’re part of the war machine

You’re part of the war machine

Bombs Away!

Bea4real:

YO!

Let’s get started

Dead

All y’all kids got rocks for heads

Talkin’ frauds is only being honest when they prop for eds

Dog that talk is lead

That profit be their lauded threat

So let’s engage our targets to the marksmen who got all us beggin’

Ayo, come on (come on)

Let’s just start this fight (this fight)

Shove punks out our sight (our sight)

They slut us out for matter

I can't stand that wild light

Too many fruitless monsters of that gluon movement lifestyle

I prove those looters useless with my rhyme style

I bite smiles

We spit at mime flies- like this

Shootin for freudian pigs w my lip

Who can rock the mic and not make no cents

Like truancy aligned contingency kids

Yea, do it for the dap- not dollar no tip

Make proof the Deuteronomy clique ain’t bliss

Got rockets in my kicks

And my dogma blitz

Say “change”, do opposite- their doctrine

Combat that obelisk be nonsense shit

Let’s take those pricks and run their pockets

Grab that ownership

That voice is yours

That heard one word: destroy

That herd is joy devoid

View the trick it is n’ knock coppers out the void-

You the moment- not their toy

Chris:

I’ve seen what it does

I’ve seen my troops die

It’s palm trees and screens

But the war starts inside

It's A hunger that pulls you

Apart from within

And far after death

Itll eat through your skin

Yes they’ll do anything

Anyone for their claim

They’ll follow these orders

Cause it’s all a game

Set by people who pay people behind

A screen

And even my fighting back

Feeds the machine

Yeah they’ll stab at you nab ideas

Gnaw at your leg!

They’ll smile on camera

And thank you the same!

It’s laughter

It’s tears

It’s feeling

FOREVER

It’s cold calculated

To feed the machine

I don’t want it!

I’m AWOL

Fames not my need

I won’t mute my beliefs

I WILL ALWAYS BE ME!

It killed my love

It killed my friends

It took my life from me

All means to an end

You don’t enjoy it

You feed the machine

You lie to these people to

Feed The Machine

You get the scraps

That it don’t pick clean

You threw me away just to

FEED THE MACHINE

All you see

Is numbers on the screen

Then all you’ll be

Is numbers on the screen

You’re part of the war machine

You’re part of the war machine

You’re part of the war machine

Bombs Away!

GO FEED THE WAR MACHINE!

War Machine

COME TAKE A RIDE ON THE

War Machine

DON'T EVER SLIDE ON THE

War Machine

GIVE UP YOUR LIFE FOR THE

War Machine

GO GO GO GO!

War Machine

YOU'RE PART OF THE

War Machine

IT'S NEVER GONNA STOP

War Machine

NEVER GONNA STOP

NEVER GONNA STOP

BOMBS

AWAY!