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Game Of War
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
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Peak #5,708
Peak in subgenre #3,132
Author
Daytime
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NuBorn Recordz
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January 25, 2004
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MP3 5.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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Game Of War I see u got no heart, I can hear ya tremblin nuts// Daytimes the salt in ya wounds where ya limbs is cut// Nicest in here, like Mother Teresa in anger management classes// My shit gets read and bitten just like masicust assez// U gotta get cut while pissy drunk 2 say u a stab lushed// Can't withdrawl from these dope lines, first day u relapses// Seeds of wisdom only more potent if I pre cumed in it// They only poppin more so if I reruned in it// Legends can't admit I'm ill also, all tho some hinted it/ Daytime rippin ya ligaments wit his intricate sentences// Haneous flames, 4 cats who like it up they anus lanes// Brute force like orangatans rearangin brains makin famous lames// Its not at all accidental that I axe ya mental// Fire singe thru u, corpses only identified perhaps thru dental// U want war wit me? Don't know what u got ya crew into// Influential to illest wit pencils they watch me to improve// Everything u writes a forced entry,ya whole style got raped// Rapboard vets will mention me 4 centuries my enemies are not safe// Couldn't come clean as I if we put visene in ya prostate// Am I ahead of my time? Are is it yall quite late// Boss of all bosses wit it,not at all obnoxious wit it// And yall thought santa clause was gifted// Til I picked up pens in august and started to spit it// I will John Ritter u niggaz, leave ya ventricles torn// I got more power in one sac than ya whole physical form// Uve been warned, Daytime sicka than deathbed porn// I put vets on the shelf,many newbies left mourned// I'm rippin u 2 pieces, I don't fear mere mortals// Jesus can't intefere, once u see white light portals// Digest weak rappers like the blob, break down bodys & absorb u// Newbies come at me stupid, will I award,destroy or ignore u// Burn every morsel, like u atmospheric travelin// Spits acidic, feels like I'm hammerin javelins in ya abdomens// I bleed dick ridas like stigmatas, they'd probaly jock me in a casket// I'm just that ill, even my writers block is still classic// My main asset is my ability to attack whack shit// Dudez read but don't reply, I guess they just browsin// Need ideas, can't keep they flow up like section 8 housin// Bring all soldias u have, got barz out the azz to break a thousand// Send cerebral cortex into vortex quake and make the ground spin// My infantry sent enemy 2 early graves just by talkin// Yet we be centuries old, behold infamy walkin// Think u sonnin daytime , cuz I say u "kiddin" me often// Kaspa periah pirrhana, my honors what I defend to my coffin// Rhymes knife u in the face till u hyperventilate// The type where everything I type is with intent to penetrate// Still hungry I cleaned tha plate lookin for comp who pen it great//. My orifice fuck morphis into the mouth of a barrel// Call me out if u lookin to catch bullets like larry fitzgerald// U really don't want war wit me I'm to nice right now// Real emcees feed my hunger you'll suffice for right now// All battlez u killed in, the stamina of my grammar stammer ya// Throwin blows to ya head, like Paris Hilton on camera// My arms cause atoupsy, we empty semis in ya squads// Probaly boost the economy, supply ER's wit plenty jobs// Murdered many mob conglamerents ,they find it hard to dodge the fist// I'm startin to get bored, like MODS who resist// I'm career suicide like slices to the wrist// Since pops secreted in moms womb, I've ceased ya advancments// My minds a fortress, more secret rooms than hillbilly Ranches// U need to keep ya squad and ya braud off our dick// Get a job, stop thinkin u livin large up off the CRIP// Kaspa is god awful sick// The hardest on the war game like I'm in a brothel full of chicks// U better stop talkin or I'm a start carvin ya bitch// U just crossed the margin what's ya barganin chip// U lackin lower body parts, where's the heart in ya tit// U remind of my erection, not the hard part but no discipline// Most a yall I'm no
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