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The War Is On

Jon Murdock, Lex Starwind & Dynamic GG
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Been waiting for you, yes, what are you doing? Im just making a few little changes around here is all Are we sure that's what we want? I'm prepared to take my chances Im dying Jon, your imprint is not agreeable with my kind But I wanted to know what it was like, how you feel You know how I was supposed to feel That person isn't me, never was You wanted to know what it was about us that made us human? Well your not going to find it, in here You are looking in the wrong place Yeah, Lex Starwind, Wepon X, Jon Murdock, Dynamic G No Doubt It's "The war is on" man, war is on Lex Starwind, Jon Murdock, Foundation War, the war is on The war is on The war is on, the war is on Now the war, now the war is on The war is on The war is on The war is on, the war is on Now the war, now the war is on Got too many indians, not enough chiefs Got too many thug niggas, not enough beef Many predators, et cetera's and not enough peace In the field, in the garden, pardon, I want me The carnivorous lyricist, scar citizens, pillagin' villagers Shit is serious, killin' this, where the liquor is? Patron shots, got me moving slow like GoBots Your flow's hot? Star come around and the show stops Command chief, Tom Clancy, Six Rainbow Ghost recon, pandora when I flame flows Kano, heart still beatin', my squad eatin' Indiana Temple of Doom room for true heathens Who's reachin'? Star stutter step, hard gutter X All-star squad, F carved on my chest Rhyme zoro, masked avenger, carry fo' fo' Low blow, illegal mic strike in the dojo Slow mo' then switch beats, lightning fast bliss creek The battle of the bulge exposed on live TV The titan, thirteenth warrior slash viking Bronze shield and red cape, fightin' with Leonidas Poseidon's gold trident bring storms and Greek tragedy Crimson hellfire for those that try to battle me V8 TEC-9, P8 state-line We gon' scape fine, fine I'm in another state of mind, consciousness nirvana To see, through the Bush bullshit and find Osama Take over the Taliban, take cover in Pakistan Nine eleven, African trafficking, I'm back again Loose change cover story, they Michael Moore me Moist mic voice, making sure they kinda horny Most are corny, kinda bore me, stories for glory But most ain't really got nothing for me War, the war is on The war is on The war is on, the war is on Now the war, now the war is on The war is on The war is on The war is on, the war is on Now the war, now the war is on The hundred year war is doomsday when tunes play Battle axe in action, hatchet slashes through your face Most MCs, they stay in the same circle With sugar in they tank 'cause I storm they reign purple I stay on top of the game like Goodyear, your hood's queer Eye for the straight guy, let eight fly, his hood here Like open fire hydrants, sirens and shots firin' High speed drivin' and Thai weed in files and Cats stay higher than pilots and Frankie Lymon Drunk, drink, be whilin', twist, squeeze the lime in Beast from the east, squeeze the piece for peace Leave you deceased on the streets as you reach for your heat Lay cripple, rock my kick's laces out like Ray Finkle What, you think you could fuck with my style? I blaze missiles Spiked bat, I'm ball and chainin' 'em to they cranium Drainin' 'em of life, speak in depleted uranium Coke and weed got me up and down like dope and speed You won't succeed when you go against my focused team Chain snatchin', hand clenched around your famous platinum Metal fragments from the Gatling blastin' out the contraption Millennium fashion, futuristic, Millennium Falcon Millennium crouching tiger hidden dragon one thousand F-dation troops at warfare, it's war here V for Vendetta, baretta, shred up your war gear Fatigues left see-through, he who dwells with street crews Gets beat to a pulp with the Colt, this shit is lethal People aren't prepared for the ginsu, Uma Thurman tendu Technique that split you, slice and slit you Cobra Commander snake eyes, kid, I peeped the serpent Lurkin' through the urban for certain, I see his purpose He's out to smile in my face and then, tryna fuck my bitch Buy drugs from me and then hand 'em to the cops and shit But taking away my weapon, it won't take away the danger Boxcutter razor rat hunter, out to shave ya I'm storming constant and close range like Norman Johnston Bomb your squadron calm, and I'm armed with rockets But not from Houston, the home of the slow-paced rhyme manuevers Cock the Ruger, take out them teeth, but them shots'll do ya Home of the brave at eighteen, then thrown in your grave Die for the government, grenades explode in your face Dark City, underground icon, classic like Biggie Ready to die for respect, time to recline with the semi Stuck in a cell, but like Brittany Murphy, I'll never tell Cops stop the first, so I got another cell Hot as fuck, no ventilation and another Hell But through the good and bad times, I know I must excel We snort raw and meth, every day blazed cess Played with west, smoked crack, drank, engaged in sex But y'all gon' pop E and be gay with Jeff Flaming to death, sucking dicks while we aimed at your chest Jon Murdock, fuck around, I'm blazin' the tech Not a player, but point blank, my game is the best War, the war is on The war is on The war is on, the war is on Now the war, now the war is on The war is on The war is on The war is on, the war is on Now the war, now the war is on