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static - wage war lyrics

verse 1: i run this rap household wit the master rule
as long as you keep fans then you stay cool
get it in from start to finish no matter the day
they put they trust in me at least that’s what the dollar say
i’m not trynna say i’m god but i’m godly
cause i can give life and take it away but give it hardly
i drop bodies i’m testin you n-ggas gotti
you sayin you teflon when you soft like brawny
walkin round town like yo sh-t don’t stink
thinking you a smart n-gga cus yo b-tch don’t think
i dispose of this garbage like you in my sink
cause that barrel is a eye make my pistol wink
blink twice on the scene of a homicide
don’t stifle
huntin for doe like i need a rifle
no time for rivals cause rivalries seem petty g
why would i need wit you you have nothing that i need
nothing that i want
stupid f-ckin c-nt
what the f-ck is up i’m michael johnson you the runner up
lame rappers who want beef can can catch defeat
i mean the hands
homie i kick sh-t but i ain’t bruce lee
and what i kick is incredibly dope call me the miller
cause i’m making bread
f-ck the animals who didn’t lend a hand
cause y’all horsing around talking that sh-t like y’all mr. ed
lu said go to sleep now i’m making beds

hook: f-ck that
throw the truce out the window
coo coo on coco while puffing on the indo
wage war
battlefield at stage 4
team running outta digits we in defcon raw

verse 2: i talk sh-t cause oshea he got a lazy tongue
but if you f-cking wit my homie all you need to do is run
before i go inside my hat and come across my magic gat
and spray a plague of bullets until moses begging me to let
all his people go
now you saying i’m evil no
i’m just bad
like michael j
and i’m brown now foxy mad
thoughts cloudy but p-ssed nine
i’m probably on eleven
i came bout six times and ready for seventh heaven
is it bad that when i bust a nut i see god
don’t really know but i figured that it was kinda odd
but but maybe it’s a hint that he really truly exists
so the next time i see em i’ll thank him just for the gifts
of these luscious lips both sets
and ask him to lift this weight off of my chest like boflex
no flex
i’m screaming who want war
“not i”
dream team s.i and yada
homie compet-tion nada
gracias

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