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tevin carter & esé michael the mighty maverick - war time lyrics

[hook: tevin carter]
where you gon run boy, when it’s war time?
where you gon run boy, when it’s war time?
n-ggas sneaking, n-ggas lurking, n-ggas plotting
where you gon run boy, when it’s war time?

[verse 1: tevin carter]
when it goes down, where you gon hide to? (hide to)
young n-ggas taught kung fu
kick fast cause a lyric can’t match you
but you really can’t stand a young god (young god)
in your face boy, a spiritual healing
like i’m marvin g-ye mixed with gandhi
’til your ho, man, recognize, i’m sick, dawg
breaking sh-t like construction
flow combustion like i mixed this different types of liquids
and it solves sh-t, and i just dissolve quick, on the microphone when i spit
rest of these n-ggas can’t do this
rock shows, rock crowds, make you n-ggas want to flip, huh?
like gymnastics, flow acrobatic, got your ho ready to catch the static
like she had socks on some carpet
she feel the electric sting, like i was flying from that ring
recognize i’m the illest, recognize i’m the trillest, you feel it
i’m a prophet in the making
here to end like-n-ggas, most n-ggas want to hate quick
cause their mind is complacent, and the world i’m taking, piece by piece, b-tch
rappers i’m slaying, i’m the king of my sh-t, you can not f-ck with it
wrecking sh-t just like construction
the rarest n-gga that’s always living it

[hook: tevin carter]

[verse 2: esé michael the mighty maverick]
claro, claro, claro, claro, claro, claro, rock
i ain’t had a problem, believe me
god d-mn, the streets bl–dy leaking
peace talk is treason, murked for no reason
judas was preaching, so my ears feel keen
insurgents had mean streaks at the turn of the season
but i swear i ain’t felt it for a minute
don’t call bets ‘less my n-ggas all up in it
lost n-ggas in the war, turn my head, no repenting
bye n-gga, there’s no “i see you”
deity watch, so the eye see you
i promise n-gga, when i see you
i’mma send your -ss to the icu
that’s me, nalli tres, & amb-ssador bleu
i’m the god of hip-hop, they don’t p-ss it to you
“puff on the ganj”, nah, n-gga p-ss it to you
i’mma vibe, ride, slip and slide, p-ssing on you
this the path i hope you find (huh)
n-gga, get up on your grind (huh)
they know this is that war time (war time)
learn to pray, masha’allah (masha’allah)
cause we k!ll them, there’s no sentiment
we dividing dividends
flowing on some sinning sh-t or throwing for the thrill of it
k!lling n-ggas with the lyricism while them n-ggas writing silly sh-t
don kevo sampled indians
i can rip anything i swear to god
said it once, say it for my life, masha’allah (huh)

[hook: tevin carter]

[outro: esé michael the mighty maverick]
mighty maverick, tevin carter
shouts out to don kevo, though
cultural deities

- tevin carter ese michael the mighty maverick lyrics

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