[INTRO Yeah... Turn the organ up. Let the drums march. This ain't a warning, this a declaration. [VERSE 1] I don't bark for attention, I arrive with a mission Every bar got a target, every word ammunition You was talking like a killer, I was studying the distance Now I'm standing in your face like, "Where the fuck's the resistance?" You brought your whole squad, I brought one loaded sentence Put your pride on the table, watch me turn it to a lesson You ain't built for confrontation, you just good at impressions I'm the type to make a veteran question his profession I came through the pulpit with a soldier's demeanor Dark clouds over the city, I'm the voice of the preacher Every punch hit different when the bass get deeper You ain't looking at a rapper, you looking at a fucking executioner [HOOK] I came for the war, I ain't come for the peace Boots on the ground, hear the drums when I speak Whole room go quiet when I step in the street If you came for the crown, better come with your teeth I came for the war, now I'm raising the heat Boots hit the ground, hear the thunder beneath Whole room get still when I step to the beat You wanted the crown? Better bleed for the seat [VERSE 2] I don't argue with a clown, I just sharpen my position Every sentence got a blade, every pause got precision You confuse being loud with aggression and ambition I'm the reason your whole crew started praying for permission You built your reputation off a couple weak quotables I built mine brick by brick, now the pressure's unavoidable Your best bar need a caption just to make it understandable Mine hit once, then hit twice, now the damage's unrecoverable You talk tough for the crowd, I talk facts to your face Put your ego on a leash, let it drag through the place You need ten behind you just to posture with your case I need one microphone and eight bars to take your place [HOOK] I came for the war, I ain't come for the peace Boots on the ground, hear the drums when I speak Whole room go quiet when I step in the street If you came for the crown, better come with your teeth You thought I was finished? That was the warning shot. Now load the drums. [VERSE 3] Back with the pressure, attacking the cadence Black-robed energy, straight out the basement Your whole reputation is built on occasions Mine built different, I manufacture statements I can turn one bar into four different meanings Make a grown man question what the fuck he was seeing You wanted attention, now you're stuck in the precinct Every line got a fingerprint, every punchline got sequence Your whole style borrowed, every flow been repeated Your biggest accomplishment is getting people to tweet it I don't need validation, I don't beg to be seated I walk in the room and make the standard get deleted You said you were next? That's adorable, really I'm the pressure in the room that make your whole squad get silly You brought smoke to a furnace, now the temperature's filthy I'm the final boss when the difficulty's deadly [DARK HOOK] Hear that marching? That's my army Hear that organ? That's my warning Hear that 808? That's the floor shaking Hear that choir? That's the whole room waking I came for the war, now I'm raising the heat Boots hit the ground, hear the thunder beneath Whole room get still when I step to the beat You wanted the crown? Better bleed for the seat [FINAL RUN] I don't need your approval, I don't need your acceptance I turn doubt into fuel, then I burn through the tension Every word leave a mark, every bar leave a dent You can call it disrespect, I call it lyrical intent You came looking for a battle, now you're studying the exits I'm the reason every rookie gotta tighten up their methods You can bring your whole camp, bring your lawyers, bring your weapons I'll bring one pen, one mic, and a catalog of lessons I'm too cold for the panic, too calm for the pressure You can hear it in the pause, I'm controlling the aggression Every rhyme get sharper, every verse get better I'm a storm in a pulpit wearing combat-weather leather Tell your favorite rapper tighten up before he approaches I don't throw empty threats, I throw lyrical explosives When the drums start marching and the brass start rolling That's the sound of your whole damn confidence folding [HOOK] I came for the war, I ain't come for the peace Boots on the ground, hear the drums when I speak Whole room go quiet when I step in the street If you came for the crown, better come with your teeth I came for the war, now I'm raising the heat Boots hit the ground, hear the thunder beneath Whole room get still when I step to the beat You wanted the crown? Better bleed for the seat [OUTRO] No warning. No retreat. You wanted war Welcome to the battlefield © 2026 Dr. Medz. All Rights Reserved. Written by Dr. Medz
