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WAR


WAR Speaking patterns.. Thieving shenanigans... The green latern...move around you and is ringing adamant... Sneaky reverends...play God when ya child sadden Puppeteer stringing their state of mind Make it time, when the clock exchaning time And its hands tell the vacant lies, aiding prime, right in front of you Niggas think they know... Watching Red stain on snow... That their guilt is built from the words i sowed... General... I used to kick minerals... To envy those who once were pitiful.. Pour wells into ya empty threshold... Holy ghost, smoking guns, toting hymns, trapping nuns Bagging pain, broking lungs, gasping air, bashing sons This world we ether in, is the same plate we feed to friends We alter signs, called to fess, and reap our ends Thats WAR Without annotation of recognizing Weapons aim, then rectify We act, rationalize Nigga thats WAR Do you sit in War dens Waiting for the WARden to give you WARning War rants without WARrants But a WAR end is aWARding, to WARriors whom run WARrick for WARming WARping reWARds just to take out everything with WAR in it Fights and battles Is it civil, does it require knights and castles Ronin 300, are you in fear what your life may capsule Smile for the camera, this is the hype that captures WORLDSTAR!!! This the friction that travels Clubs and sticks, when did Kings become a sight to rapture Propaganda Stop, ya hands up Cops in handcuffs Cause he boxed ya mans up WAR did this, live it backwards, shits Raw and Evil Gods people Sitting along to leave you Sick of the wrongs that feed you Distant the song to sing you A covenant, coveted in the scriptures I read thru Drink to whatever He brews He bruised when letters spat over Hebrews He choose, we become, then you scribble ya own genocide to reveal whatever is evil Turning tables, to eat whatever beseech you Dynasty...its dynamic, to dine with greatness Niggas only seek war to cause revelation
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