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War Games ft. Organized Konfusion (Produced by DJ Premier)
O.C.
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War games!
Uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, what
Crooklyn Dodger number 2, O.C
Yeah, back on the scene, motherfuckers
Uh, me and Premo, ya know
East New York, Bushwick, Bed-Stuy
And all those good places, yo
My mainframe, disciplined like a soldier
Ready for war, push-ups get my chest swole up
What's the deal, Preem? I mean the scheme
I think I got it locked in, nigga, war games is the theme
Rap commando, what's my handle?
O.C. ample to rock shit, battle niggas who pop shit
Green Beret, thought slicker, I'm one step ahead
Slide through enemy lines like a black act figure
Camouflage, runnin' through your zone with no detection
'Cause the dark-skinned marksman, run through your section
Flesh and bones, physical built like titanium
Garbs cover my grill like Iranians
Ill, gorilla, so-called killers, I fear no man
But Allah, for the guidance he instill in us
The Renaissance man, I blow up like grenades
Sharp like gem stars, cause massive scars
O.C.'s all in it, dope, I've been for years
Now I'm back on the scene, and I declare war games
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I bust off like an M-16, rippin' through spleens
From head to toe, blood soak up your jeans
Rap veteran, earned my stripes, fought wars
Oppose enforcers, would O.C. take losses?
Nauseous, you're feelin' kinda like throwin' up
Cautious, watch your step, layin' rhymes, blowin' up
Havin' no pity for foes, fuck G.I. Joe
He's a sucker, slap the taste outta wild motherfuckers
Design a rhyme like a plan for the government
Six million like Steve Austin, costin'
Apprehended if I am, enzymes in my body will erupt
M-16 type of cadence, voice filled with ammo
Bust off into a crowd of bitch niggas, sing soprano
One eye'll get you in the square, then I end your career
All MCs, let's make one thing clear
You're all the same, I will remain, fuck the fame
Fillin' in lames, shoot, I declare war games
I declare war games!
On niggas who flaunt figures for more fame
Guerrilla warfare tactics, issue unlimited access
To ammo with fireproof camouflage apparel
I declare war games!
On niggas who flaunt figures for more fame
Guerrilla warfare tactics, issue unlimited access
To ammo with fireproof camouflage apparel
Precise, pinpointed, pull it when I cock back
This here rap'll slap you and your team and that bad bitch
Sneeze from my uncut, raw like coke
Preem, take a pause, roll up your smoke, then toke
Get back to B-I, see, I can do this, I'm professional
Too much weight to weigh any scale
Dutch Masters superior blend, inhale me right
Young Phillies take a toke of my rap, and get the willies
Paranoid, niggas all now void
Fuck with O.C., get your life destroyed
Like a marine, I'm a trained rap killin' machine
Fiend to rock a mic set from New York to New Orleans
Overseas, I conquer, rough like Blanka
Love to eat actors, got a taste for drama
When I flow, I get comatose, in my own world
From the first verse, you saw my plan unfurl
I maintain, same name, never change
My M.O. is to demo competition on the mic, war games
War games
War games
War games
War games
War games
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