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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,689
Peak in subgenre #992
Author
Bthugg/Haze/Innacent
Rights
Lyrics: GRT/beat: Rockwise
Uploaded
July 13, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Guerilla Warfare
Written & Performed by S. De Bolster, J. Hayes, B. Johnson.
Produced by Rockwise Productions & Mixed by B. Johnson.
Haze:
Guerilla Rap Tactics the most violent alliance/ Lyrical tyrants that spit science and crush giants/ I'm Haze the Heretik, spit with no apologies/ My rhymes bury ya entire 'Mobb Deep' like 'Prodigy'/ In a straight jacket to control homicidal urges/ My words 'move the masses' like 'relocated churches'/ I cut out 'half ya brain' so you can have 'peace of mind'/ Cause anarchy on a mission to decease mankind/ Like 'cleaning with a spectre', this is a 'brush with Death'/ With bats I crush ya chest until only mush is left/ Saying I'm like a basketball rapper I guess that your right/ Call me 'Scottie Pippen' cuz I'm at my best with a 'Mike' [Mic]/ Like 'violent pediatricians' I 'beat the illest kids'/ Punch you and give ya a 'Red Nose' like you 'sponsor SIDS'/ Other emcees drop wack rhymes I dunno hope you cope/ Cuz like 'unprocessed opium' you 'never were dope'/
Innacent:
Yo, I come in then I run-through/ Like Hulk Hogan asking what-ya-gonna-do/ I run-wild with a dumb-smile/ Whatever GRT's dropping that’s the-style/ You cant step-to-this or mess-with-this/ Electric-hits leaving you with a doctor to check-ya-wrists/ For a pulse-and-shit you’ll know cuz then the convulsions-hit/ Taking you for the ride of ya life leaving you motion-sick/ Your not a stand up guy your supposed-to-sit/ The level that we're on nobody's close-to-it/ Actually your closer-to-death/ You better speak to me with a tone-of-respect/ Or else killing you with be my only-regret/ I might leave it up to one-of-my-boys/ Cause lyrically we're running-with-toys/ and I’m not talking about hot wheels or match-box/ Even if you got yourself a gun I snatch-glocks/
Bthugg:
I’m the Godfather of my Guerilla crew so let me make you an offer you can’t refuse before I scar your brain like mental tattoos/ My flow is on the lose, detonating with a short fuse, you’re crumbling by my verbal abuse/ Better respect the code of silence before I resolve to violence, crushing open your skull and conduct my brain science/ I’m deadly like the Genovese family spitting these rhymes to an unbearable degree getting all my enemies on their knees with ease/ I’m untouchable Like Al Capone, spitting words like a cyclone, while you suffer from Tourette syndrome/ Like ET you’d better phone home, you’re overthrown, showing more pussy than Sharon Stone when she’s making herself known/ My lyrics leave you teeth-less, you can’t match the skills I posses, I have a great flow while you spit slowly like the pony express/ Your rhymes seem incomplete, better retreat before going up against the GRT elite/ I always come with heat like my mind is a verbal abyss while you can only reminisce about the time you used to be good at this/ You’re dismissed as you cease to exist knowing you received the death kiss in this lyrical diss/ 