Wardance
[Intro scratches by DJ TMB]:
Ka-rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks [x2]
Freak the style's crazy
[Verse 1: Recognize Ali]:
Yo, they ain't ready everything I'm spittin' is godly (Facts)
Rec is still the illest forever, the life of the party (Facts)
Chiefin' on a Marley wit' yo' shorty drinkin' 40 (Hm)
Bitch, I'm gnarly, I swear you pussy niggas bore me (Hahahaha)
Droppin' nothin' but kilos, pressin' like Klebold
Militant minded, mothafucka, this word to D-Lo
For real though, I dump after I fuckin' reload
You know the steelo, catch a couple through your needle (Brr)
Yeah, cook the grass and fire rounds when the snakes out (Pow pow pow pow pow!)
These niggas is cowards you only see 'em, when the Jakes out (Yeah)
Front like an H now, thinkin' you're great now
Showin' cake now
You lookin' like me, at a steakhouse, yeah
Puffin' bar you too light, you don't wanna brawl (Nah)
Shit, I'm raw, I'll leave your jaw, on the fuckin' floor (All facts, all facts)
Meet the cornerstone o' the cornerstore
It's best to know the enemy, 'fore you go to war, yeah
[Scratches by DJ TMB]:
Ka-rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks
So get a grip and don't slip or catch a clip
Ka-rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks
Freak the style's crazy
Ka-rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks
So get a grip and don't slip or catch a clip
Ka-rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks
'Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse James
[Verse 2: Lord Goat]:
Heavy Metal room service, we burnin' churches
With 9 shells, pieces of meat, Tuddy rockin' Zales
Sea lines and beepers, Tuddy reachin' clean for street sweepers
Best Rapper of the Year fulla Napalm like street cheetahs
Cult synagogues, winter goggles like Beat Street
Ceremonial beast, blowin' off parts of your beak
Mortuary gloves, all my killers spark in the streets
No peace, we dippin' blunts in Absinthe to sellin' leak
Weed branches, Tel Aviv dust, we burn to ashes
Pushin' dope in Pampers, run through airports and leavin' samples
I'm Sonny Carson in Days Inn, Spot-Bilt scales and base Timbs
Re-arrange the safe we in like state pens
You want smoke? I'm under the mattress
Hit your folk for a sheet of acid
Turn your favorite rappers into Cripple Bastards
Watchin' cash trickle, I'm mixin' the Iron Gore
Howie taught me how to break down Molly with Tylenol
[Outro scratches by DJ TMB]:
Ka-rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks
So get a grip and don't slip or catch a clip
Ka-rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks
Freak the style's crazy
Ka-rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks
So get a grip and don't slip or catch a clip
Ka-rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks
'Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse James
Peace, I'm outta here later and here's a finger