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r.u.i.n. - w.o.w. (words of war) pt.1 lyrics

(intro—verse 1)
i lit myself on fire with the propane that i found/
now god inspires me, so i’m not profane but profound/
you say you strong, it won’t be enough, you built like a truck? /
ha! you ain’t king of the city, you built robbie ford tough/
man, you should just stay far/ time you wish upon a gangstarr/
i’m really really sorry this is just the way thangs are/
boys going thrift shopping for vintage macklemore gimmicks/
sh-t, i went to goodwill, sally ann, value village/
cause i lived it/ expected this resilience/ but not the brilliance/
of this magnificence / where everything i spill has been this ill since/
you threw up all your gang signs/
but then like jerry, your seinfeld when you saw that i came by/

(hook) (sp-ce jam ref.)
if i hit ’em high, hit ’em high, hit ’em high
and you hit ’em low, hit ’em low, hit ’em low
if i hit ’em high, hit ’em high, hit ’em high
and you hit ’em low, hit ’em low, hit ’em low

(verse 2)
before i rhyme i stick my d— in c0ke/ then i’ll be effing dope/
you lyrical? hardly/ you want beef think arby’s/
i don’t smoke dope/ “i ain’t no joke”/ tanned in the light of g*nius
got a stroke/ pokémon, i’m a monster/ one peek at
you i conquer/ i’ll leave you to god/ brain’s on the track
i don’t even lose my train of thought/ i’m not/ using words/
i’m making syllables curve/ and swerve/ to my mind’s urge/
so i don’t even wanna give others a turn/ my god! /
when i hit you, you’ll be clock-a-snitch-a-phobic/ you compensating
constipated, you talk-a-lot-of-sh-t but hold it/
snuff these wanna-bes, i’ll do it wal-mart style/
cause i’ll run them over, then i’ll rollback with a smile/
so you gotta choose with the blueprint, jay-z or krs? /
2pac’s back as a fat -ss or 2pac never left /
the industry won’t ever stop seducing’em/ just treat
these maybach rappers like pennies, just stop producing’em/
and there’s no such thing as a che guervara with bling on/
jay-z mogul talk to streets sounds to me like klingon/
i may talk over your heads, but never behind your backs/
straight talking/ no gossip/ this a ‘lemme remind you’ rap /
they say i’m way too intellectual on my rap tracks/
but i’m back/ so all of y’all can just kiss my big abstract/
an oracle can’t be lyrical, gotta be kidding/
really?/ this verse like new york in 98’, no biggie/

(hook) (x2)

(outro—verse 3)
i k!ll boys/ with a filled hilroy/ make them still noise/ cricket/
take the g outta their grill, then all they got’s a real choice/
spit it/ more dreaded than rastas/ even with a buzz cut/
feet on the ground/ head in the clouds/ just to tell you what’s up/
see you’re the b-grade movie, i wouldn’t even torrent/
the artsy fartsy snarky fl!ck, that’s too god d-mn boring/
we traded pokemon cards, now it’s youtube videos/
it ain’t that different, it’s all just too really silly yo/
got our fantasy mc team, mixing up our roster/
when we should all just really be, fixing up our posture/
i got words for war, coming straight out my pocket/ but i’m
a pacifist, who won’t p-ss a fist, cause that’s my logic/
what would happen, if you took all the b-rabbit battle rappers/
put’em in the library instead of strapping? /
cause you could rap ‘fertility lyrically, the d— of
noah webster/ gamble on strippers, but no one’s bet her (better)’/
but you’re the only one who cares, cause you running from what
you fear the most/ that they’ll see your tears behind all your boasts/
so here’s a quote/ you make a living by what you earn/
but you make a life by what you give, so you should really learn/
your arrogance, swag, and all your bullsh-t self-accolades/
won’t matter a bull’s sh-t, when you drift, melt and p-ss away/
cause boasting won’t get you your respect or pay your mortgage/
cause out of everyone, you are not the most important/

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