All Out War (Instrumental)

歌詞

(Verse 1: Bob Balans) This is all out war with a fallout sure to cause a backlash I'll bash you in the fucking face, I don't stab backs Trends attacking rappers with a thirst for blood Submerge your body in a river shoved in a Persian rug Eternal come for curtains, that's a certainty Leaving third degree burns from these first degree murder sprees Earning me and my verse and these words global praise I throw grenades when I'm floating to the shoulder blades I'm fire bug for hire shrugging a cop off Plug in the micro bomb, soft cocks until cum bust We from a long lost planet where rap is real Still intact and untapped by the mass appeal Market, LC spark and blast targets Master the craft and kick it raw like a carcass Lyrical Commission copping a pop and throw the blades We roll deeper in the streets than a motorcade (Verse 2: Trem) I'm barely breathing, bleeding, heart rate increasing It's fire stakes, I can't take fakes and thieves And past mistakes seep in through the gaps of my eye My aim nothing what it seems as I battle with snake charmers Paint you a portrait, I got a sword, just not cautious, do what I want My squads forces hard to handle like a grenade on detonation Rock the candles, a parade of devastation Defend the nation while I step inside your earlobes And carve you split of slick spits and I don't fear no man You need heroes, all I want is beer, blow some weed and type speech Some beats and reap zero, disrespect, I hinder reps with heavy burden Get in your head, and leave you left for dead, they're calling curtains This shit's superb in your Cairo Walkman, go stalking an important Public figure's son is a slick assassinator, four fours caught in an elixir Sworn to fascinate you with scorn sure in the mix, it's life and death In this business, it's kind of sad, but I define my track with death scriptures (Verse 3: Celph Titled) There ain't a mother fucker been in more fights than me OG's in my hood ain't got more stripes than me Celph Titled is known to tote but when I ain't packing I keep a buck fifty so we can get it cracking And if you throw slugs, oyu better pray they graze your chin You said you had an infrared, but that was just a laser pen Just the site of me will make you strain to breathe I shoot till I'm satisfied, I aim to please And you ain't got more ammo than me, with clips there's no contender In my house we keep gun oil in liquid soap dispensers You shouldn't let your mouth flap, cause I'm a put you under And I ain't talking about the Outback In New York I'm grungy, In Australia, I'm Dundee Cooking barbecue with just the smoke from my gun heat People get comfy with a pillow in the face The Demigodz and the Commission filling body bags by the case (Verse 4: Brad Strut) The world leaves the forgotten to lurk in the waste That's why I don't trust, I hurdle through space With a thrust and peril is safe from the payback Cause where I stay you fight for a placemat And I don't say cat, cause where I grew up that meant faggot But I do leaves tracks po'wed and flattered Staked in habit, daggered, when I unsheathe the mic from the scabbard And uphold the standard cause your fates borrowed So check the horrid scars on your face and forehead In hostile territory like foreign embassy LC start a war, now we're the common enemy Execute you to a tight schedule Get the general, the rest are expendable Melt ya, every decibel held ya in a molten tank Until it's over your scalp and there's nothing left for burial Your aluminum in the smolder stay crushed, the heavy fuel Expels the metal shells in your shoulder Arial assault leave you pumped like a propeller