War Cry Lyrics

Act as if I am vigilant

Really am sick of this

Placed in different predicaments

Work until I’m breaking my ligaments

Brain is fucked let’s configure it

I’m just stuck can you picture it

Back in time as a kid and shit

Guess that’s when all the kindle lit

Really thought it’s the end of it

I’m a boss with these sentences

I’ma god man my pen is lit

I’m the one that they mentioning

When I’m on to my killing shit

Their not wanting me spitting when

I’m against what they represent

Guess that’s the state my head is in

Never mistake my relevance

Highly intelligent

In this room I guess I’m the elephant

Just an old soul in new shoes

My dope flows abuse tunes

I’m so cold it’s brutal

Mixed with liquid nitrogen

But igniting when I write this shit

Y’all biting when y’all try to spit

They say Bayza invades the space with a major laser

I’m quick to flip like a tre or laser

Too old for these minors you can say that I’m playing major

Can you find a rhymer that can switch the style up

I’m the one she dial up like I’m Van of Wilder

Finessing it under her dress and shit

I am just dead like a president

I’m not one that’s impressed a bit

Bringing the pressure with the way that I’m pressing hits

Man I never miss

Killing all of these residents

Guess their saying I’m less than this

Their not wanting my war cry

I guarantee they will all die

I’m the hand that they fall by though I know that they all try

Feel the wrath of full assault

That I get from my book of notes

Full of raps that are bringing smoke

In the lab I conceal the vault

Their not wanting thy monster

With all the shit that I conjure

Yes I know from Aus they say that’s where all the cons are

Guess I was conned into this

They can’t mimic this

My hard lyric shit

My bars limitless

Too hard spar my arch nemesis’

Bring it back to my roots

Attack the track like abuse

The Mac is back with news

You got it backwards you lose

We finna just damage you dudes

For spitting like amateurs do

Where’s all your passionate views

You left them back in the booth

Your act piggybacks over the last

In fact the thing is that we’re over your raps

Y’all aren’t even shit to me

Mimicking imagery

That shit it just gets to me

You can’t be the best to see if you ain’t mix up the recipe

I learned from the legends

Straight from the 6 although I birthed in the 7

Which then refers 9 on a day with a 5

For sometime I was blind

Just a curse sent from heaven

Made to be mixed in this world with my brethren

Really do feel this earth has been threatened

The public corrupted by judgement

That’s counter productive with how we should function

I’m down with seduction but out with this fucked shit

I ain’t rapping for WAP as my plan of attack you think that I’m at

I picture you mad as we sit in a house

Chilling inside it to get rid of a virus you think is conspired