WAR ft. MC LD Lyrics

Stop the talk cos this is war

Look at the clock gone 24

Machine gun pistol to ya core

You've never seen this shit before

Exploring pouring til we score

Ignoring whores cos this is war

grab that mic get strapped and talk

Before you're buried up the moors

Man I'm up all night gotta work on the beat

Girls out and about gonna twerk on a d

Imma speak what a need when I kill em in sync

These boys in a group gotta take a seat

Cos There's a new MC in the game

F

A

D

E

And il repeat the name

Il never need the fame

Il always seas the game

Low and behold il be climbing the ranks insane

Bet you never thought you'd hear me this

Lyricaly spazzing

Spread the word just like corona ya passin

Better come out streets in the masses

Fascinate

Cos when they ajitate

Iv got no time to wait

It's fight or flight

You know I'm right when I say this

Bitch you can't stand to me you can't debate this

Man's gonna hop out 123 show them guys the names LD

Jump on a beat at 150

Add 6 to the bpm that me

Gonna do this gonna step with the team

MLK cos I live in a dream

Big fat boogie rolled up with the green

When I step on scene

Great soul like Gandhi

No need for a handy man

Cos I'm out in the streets and I'm fucking handy

Come back thru

And ya mum is Randy

Slapped her batty and called it candy

Don't know what to do so I kept on rapping

And I kept on rapping (Listen)

Don't come with the war

Don't come with the beef

Take all that grief and leave

Never been Batman used to be robbing

Back with the beat in boppin

Know I go shopping

Fruit ninja when I'm out here chopping

Stop the talk cos this is war

Look at the clock gone 24

Machine gun pistol to ya core

You've never seen this shit before

Exploring pouring til we score

Ignoring whores cos this is war

grab that mic get strapped and talk

Before you're buried up the moors

Fade the ripper cos I murder the bitches

Ball when I change the pitch

Just up digits

Score on a track

When I sprint for these lines

No crime

But I walk the walk on these midgets

Cartz got blocked

LD got bars

But il slaughter them both 2 sheep on the track

Outwrite little guys

And the speaker is Bose

Il fight the pipe no lines in my nose

Who knows what they do in this beat

They be dead to me

Grab a headset

This a war

Never next to me

Spit for half a decade I'm a fighter

That's the meaning of an old type writer

I'm always the best in the room when I walk in

Shut ya mouth you know I'm done with the talking

Gab the pen the phone

Amend the tone

I'm left alone

unknown

I know Iv won in the war bitch

Imma take you back to the days of the days of young fade

Always gettin pushed around it's insane

Come get the dirt pile can you fill the gave

Always been quiet but the roles

Have rearranged

listen to the words and the tones and the flows

Cos the flows the grows are gonna make the shows blow

Prolly WONT get thoes

Imma show you a fighter imma nick DAZN's flow

Luke

Have you rhymed that same word 3 times

Yeah I did

But it's better than the cadences on baseline

How many times can you pop a bottle of Bacardi

Quick drive to the party play Bradford army

Jump in a Beamer

What you gonna rhymes

Umm OH

Taqueela

Stop the talk cos this is war

Look at the clock gone 24

Machine gun pistol to ya core

You've never seen this shit before

Exploring pouring til we score

Ignoring whores cos this is war

Grab that mic get strapped and talk

Before you're buried up the moors