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infamous crew - war lyrics

[verse 1: twc]

street warfare the real mortal combat, i don’t need a strap to put you on yo f-ckin back, ill just lay you flat and hit you with the f-ckin bat, but don’t make me snap cuz ill make your f-ckin neck crack, and im like that i was born and raised in chiraq, so i’m blown sacks and bustin holes in cadillacs, stayin off the map cuz i don’t need my phone tapped, so i never lack the da trying to set a trap, snitches get wacked and put they name up on a plaque, we skip the talkin f-ck that sh-t just go to war, all my hitters never stopping ’til you hit the floor, sn-tched up in the night and choked by a f-ckin chord, and pullin burners ain’t a mission just a f-ckin ch0r-, got you in the light praying to the f-ckin lord, with my pistol to yo head trying to make a noise, in the rammer packed up with all the boys, riding around the hood strapped up with them toys

[verse 2: puck]

gutted by knife hits in magic mirror bedrooms
puckered fishes in kitchens suckin air outta living rooms
smoke stinging our lungs, petting each other’s bruises
rooting for the stubby ones with filters, toothless

walking limply in and outta flesh, gon make you confess
tasting s-x like it’s communion but nah we truant
fingered rosy in the buick, lying sl!ck that’s how we do it

it’s consistent, the friction, the frenzied eyes wrestlin riches
n b-tches living off pittance in a prison we live in
so while eraserhead dummies shave neat, crystal splash hennessey
i’ll b chokin yr b-tch wit mama’s pearls when yu sleep

and when i’m bloated now, kicking the floor
fevered hands throat sore, a horse shoe thrown to ring
the severed head of lady liberty
dead bodies, dead bodies
it’s war

[third verse: cricket novatore]

i bring the battle to the streets and hit your properties, i’m like inspectah deck with lyrical robberies, the “i” verse society, decapitate the deity, destroy all commodities, treason to the dynasty. i’m a bad boy i hit like an asteroid, im a threat -nothing less than the threat of death, i don’t believe in fate i’ll choose my masters destiny, homicide and treachury, revenge will be the death of me, collect their ear lobes and wear em like a trophy, i come with brutal force call me obi wan ken0bi, my words so accommodating (they) entertain the lonely, slowly mystify the holy, giving character to phonies, slapping cats rapidly who want me on a leash, cannibalistic, whiping the flesh from my t–th.. call me hannibal im savage like an animal i got fangs on my mandible and every verse is flammable

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