GOD OF WAR
Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 1:04 pm
http://www.illestlyrics.com/board/post54676.html
Buyin more guns to supply the fortress, lyrics to revive the portraits..
Heat in the street keep the fire scorchin, went from ridin on them iron horses
To being on the front cover of your vibes and sources..
My resource is, a microphone, the sword of a true lyricist..
Fill the clip with bullets, and squeeze the trig till ya feel it hit..
Try to kick it, I see some of yall got rhymes but mine is wicked..
Survivalistic linger, rap singer with his finger on the iron biscuit..
Scientific concepts when I depict it, so try to analyze the life I live in
I kill radio waves when they receive me on it, complete with techniques I flaunted
My face seen around the city like trains with graffiti on it
Indeed I'll beat ya, speak discrete to get my speech to reach ya
Cuz on the streets ive seen more Essays than a English Teacher
The chrome I thrust, in a different zone from the smoke and dust
I'm flowin plus, im an older kid with a swollen grip on the rover clutch
Coke is rushed through my system, time running out like seconds on the clock
Been ten years since the death of Pac, so im still reppin till my seconds stop
Stay corrective with my perception, thoughts of sexing the block
I like to fuck a bitch On the Floor, keep two hands on the four
Im a motherfuckin God Of WaR
Buyin more guns to supply the fortress, lyrics to revive the portraits..
Heat in the street keep the fire scorchin, went from ridin on them iron horses
To being on the front cover of your vibes and sources..
My resource is, a microphone, the sword of a true lyricist..
Fill the clip with bullets, and squeeze the trig till ya feel it hit..
Try to kick it, I see some of yall got rhymes but mine is wicked..
Survivalistic linger, rap singer with his finger on the iron biscuit..
Scientific concepts when I depict it, so try to analyze the life I live in
I kill radio waves when they receive me on it, complete with techniques I flaunted
My face seen around the city like trains with graffiti on it
Indeed I'll beat ya, speak discrete to get my speech to reach ya
Cuz on the streets ive seen more Essays than a English Teacher
The chrome I thrust, in a different zone from the smoke and dust
I'm flowin plus, im an older kid with a swollen grip on the rover clutch
Coke is rushed through my system, time running out like seconds on the clock
Been ten years since the death of Pac, so im still reppin till my seconds stop
Stay corrective with my perception, thoughts of sexing the block
I like to fuck a bitch On the Floor, keep two hands on the four
Im a motherfuckin God Of WaR