Art Of War

Hook I come through, sun tzu art of war I run through, fuck you, start this for? I come through, sun tzu, art of war I run through, fuck you, start this for? Fuck em i’m at it, I’m at it Fuck em i’m at it, I’m at it Fuck em i’m at it, I’m at it Fuck em i’m at it, I’m at it Verse You living is debatable, I’m not sure of your survival You made this is as easy as murdering a rival You said you hear voices in your head, that they serve you and they’re a guide to Shut the fuck up, that’s just a little mouthy diva that your nourish inside you I came to rip it the bitch that’s inside of you out of you from your nasal region Why is your girlfriend a slave to semen?! You shouldn’t have woken a natives demons They’re gonna look back at the footage and say ‘dilemma dug a grave this evening” Tonight is different for you, this time you face a leader Tonight is different for me, this time I face an in breeder Is this a case of the Whittakers? if you don’t know who that is do your research By the look of your face before you fuck you probably need some tweak first Its true I used to be a drug addict like you and it fucked up my set But that’s fine because I got a mind that can find the lines that your mind cant You rhyme rant, just rhyming for rhyme sake To converse with masters of the art, develop divine taste keep your mind based Be reminded every three to five days, are you listening? Hook I come through, sun tzu, art of war I run through, fuck you, start this for? I come through, sun tzu, art of war I run through, fuck you, start this for? Fuck em i’m at it, I’m at it Fuck em i’m at it, I’m at it Fuck em i’m at it, I’m at it Fuck em i’m at it, I’m at it On the mic you’re an opp in real life you a bitch Why you look like you’re the life of the bris? Explaining on a date with his wife, hands out, “they slice it like this” It’s painful to think about, honestly I heard it’s like taking a knife to the dick Some peoples rituals are other peoples ... nightmares that never leave their head holy fuck why would anyone do that? I’d rather be stuck in a doom trap, be friends with a bunch of goof rats, get a couple of “Ima goof” tatts, tell my ex I want to move back and do crack We could never be alike Look at you, I could never be a dyke Its insane to me that you thought you could ever see a mic He’s like j roc in a way, he can’t even see he’s white, aight I understand that we are guests in hip hop but you’re more an intruder Where I’m from around here’s nothing more important than the shooter Nothing more important than ties to people who would die for you You got a group of people who would slide for you? That’s not a glorification That’s an understanding of the environment and understanding there’s more than basements And more than placement on in imaginary ladder it’s forced innovation open wounds and court cases It took a long time before I learned to stray away from the crowd and keep to my own Never again would I reach out for a helping hand in a place where they teach you to roam Teach you to keep moving because if you don’t you keep losing I’m simply flesh on a dying man, a skeleton yet to be fused with the earth fuck a plan One day I’m peaceful, easily chilled with a fifth and a pound Pow wow dancer, I could be flipping around and plotting how to put you into the ground Given the grounds you’ll burn the bannock and spill the soup Oh you went through a vision quest and lead the drum group? You’re still a goof!! Hook I come through, sun tzu, art of war I run through, fuck you, start this for? I come through, sun tzu, art of war I run through, fuck you, start this for? Fuck em i’m at it, I’m at it Fuck em i’m at it, I’m at it Fuck em i’m at it, I’m at it Fuck em i’m at it, I’m at it Outro Still at it, (still at it) Still at it, (still at it) Still at it, (still at it) Ill matic Ill matic Ill matic Ill matic