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Peak #1,404
Peak in subgenre #827
Author
P Dubbz
Rights
2003
Uploaded
November 02, 2003
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
"Lyrical Warfare"
Written & performed by P Dubbz
Intro:
A yo, I gotta shout out to Blood Bath Records,
Outlaw on the beat
P Dubbz, "O.T.S.S." coming through soon,
to a hood near you, for the 03-04
Straight underground for ya'll from the 516, N.Y. for life
Verse 1:
I'm a...lyrical mastermind that stop time when I rhyme,
The whole game get redefined, ya'll gonna die when I rhyme,
I spit like hydrochloric acid, it eat straight through you,
My life was never placid, I don't know who told that to you,
If you wanna be me, I don't wanna be you
And when I wanna be lyrical, I'm shitting on you
But don't catch me in the dark, 'cause I be hitting hard like thunder,
like De La Hoya I make my mark, and your crew going down under,
With the crocidile hunter, Pistol Playa don't say my name,
'Cause I'ma lay you in your own grave if you wanna play the game,
I'm making moves like Iverson, and I don't need a fuckin gun,
'Cause I'm still the only chosen one,
I'm the last one left, the unbreakable soldier,
like Juelz you dipset, when I'm about to roll over,
No one can tame the reign of pain 'cause it's never gonna be over,
Haters try to end my reign, I give them the cold shoulder,
The verbal hurricanes vibrating your motherfucking speakers,
After I'm done they gonna be tying up your motherfucking sneakers,
Prophesized since the beginning of my time on this earth,
Realized I was put here to rhyme sixteen years after my birth,
And when I'm running out of time, I prepare for the worst,
Ever since I been ready to die, my future been forever cursed,
A real emcee like me rare as the planets aligning,
Ain't no living life without a care, just survival and straight grinding,
Life ain't fair, but sometimes I kind of forget the point of living,
It seem like God ain't there, but I know I got my gift given,
The convolutions of my brain filled with infinite bars and verses,
Hot cars, no hearses, rap's gifts and rap's curses,
The four horsemen of the apocalypse cometh,
Forever analyzing and viewing from the biblical summit,
My blood's in the original gangs of New York, NY,
Young, white, Irish, saying fuck everything I was taught,
I kill them like Seth did Osiris but I never got caught,
I'm infecting fake thugs like a virus by my verbal onslaught,
This ain't suppose to be fair, it's just lyrical warfare,
So I don't really care, if you in my way..you don't stay there,
A now reformed hustler, so don't play me motherfucker,
It's a lose-lose situation, I told ya'll I'm taking the nation,
And I'ma make this statement, I put you on permanent vacation,
A.k.a. MIA homie, if you real just show me,
If not..don't blow me, that ain't me..you know me,
No homo, that's a low blow,
It's a no-go yo, this the "O.T.S.S." promo,
'Cause that's the way I am, and I know I can,
Be what I wanna be, do what I wanna do,
And if you wanna be me..fuck you too...
Uh, another exorcise up in your ear,
With a verbal tech I got no fear,
My time to takeover is near,
My time to takeover is here,
So ya'll gon be mourning for the ones who get deleted,
So take this warning 'fore the prophecies completed....
Outro:
Young Dubbz, 2003, "O.T.S.S." baby
P Dubbz! Lyrical Warfare
I am, the future, of rap
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