Tupacquiao - instrumental warfare

Maybe I'll play the piano, get a saxophone on the track.

You think that's it?, my homies will be packed with weapons.

Flutes, violins, harps, trombones and mofo' tambourines.

You wouldn't handle the, smartness of a god like me.

I've got the tools you bring you down, so fucking come at me.

Can you handle the preassure?, I've got alien like powers bitch.

I'll use the planet against you, then vaporise you too.

The aggression and darkness, of my magical equipment.

I'll send magic waves to you're mofo' brain, send you fucking insane.

Forget mouths and actions, I'll be more darker and aggressive.

Drop you with a fucking drum, make you're mind and body all numb.

Turn up the sound waves, crush you're fucking feelings to dust.

Make you all depressed, you'll be sat there crying or stressed.

I'll give all y'all mood swings, control you're fucking periods.

None of you bitches can take this, I have godly type powers.

I know wich instrument to use, so get ready motherfuckers.

Protect you're damn ears, I'm you're worst fucking fears.

I'm gonna mofo' break you down, then after that I'll abuse.

I'll give you one good left, thinking you're still standing.

Really you'll be on the floor, that's called getting knock out.

Fuck Eminem I want hopsin now, all these years being ducked.

Calling him out and demanding, forget slim shady crazy.

I'll tie him up with a harp playing, my homies will bring him down.

Turn the music full up, this is instrumental warfare.

You ain't gonna stand a chance, so dance to my trance.

I know the sort of music, I'll bring you all the way to the ground.

Then in you're ears, as you're drums begging to smash.

It'll be fucking sound, as I start to motherfucking pound.

Tears running down you're face, downer instruments all over the place.

Everywhere you go, a buzzing noise in you're ear.

Cause boy?, all I need to do is play a fucking sad song.

I'll break you're heart, crash you're motherfucking mind.

Don't you relise you're dazed?, then wake the fuck up.

Brain washed by a instrument, you say humans are above all?

You're all a fucking disgrace, called messing with brain waves.

This shit isn't gonna work nomore, all these bangs and loud noises.

Play any type of music you want, you gay in denial bitch.

Keep using and abusing our women, you alien motherfuckers.

Cause one track from me, I'll take all you're bullshit earned money.

You motherfucking pussy, be dark or aggressive all you want.

Change the instrument, play with people's emotions and feelings.

I'm still standing and commanding, I'll easily make motherfuckers history!