My War

On the street my words hold down like a contract

It's a fact not a pact that impacts and implicates all the other cats

Ready for attack, raise funds, sell drugs, smoke the hash

Above the masses we hatch schemes with wrath

To harass and gas anyone who cant do the math

 

Sitting here in the clouds plotting plans of a comeback

With a vivid smack disturbing you with the ragtag

Causing havoc hidden behind the sandbags

Unleashed every hazard in the barracks

Psychotic stanzas hitting hard like cannons

 

This is my war, waged on all my enemies know the score

Bringing the terror factor and guerilla forces need i say more

Man i aint poor, said it before i've got funds strictly profit

And i'm the new worlds prophet, i'll play you all like puppets

This is the final judgement with no justice, enslavement or muskets