War Games Lyrics

War Games lyrics

f/ Organized Konfusion







"War Games"



	"War Games"



Intro: O.C.



Uh yeah uh uh uh



What, Crooklyn Dodger Number 2



O.C., yeah back in the scene muthafucka



Me and Premo, you know, East New York



Bushwick, Bedstuy, and all those good places







[O.C.]



Yo



My main frame, discipline like a soldier



Ready for war, pushups get my chest swoll up



What's the deal Preme? I mean the scaze



I think I got it locked in nigga, War Games is the theme



Rap commando, what's my handle



O.C. ample to rock shit



Battle niggas who pop shit



Green bareen thought slicka



I'm one step ahead, slide thru enemy lines like a black ack figga



Camouflage, runnin thru you zone with detection



Cuz the dark skinned marksmen



Run thru your section



Flesh ya bones, physical built like titanium



Bugs cover my grill like Iranians



Ill gorilla so called killas



I fear no man but Allah, for the god is he is still in us



The Renaissance Man, I roll with real like grenade



sharp like gem stars



Cause massive scars



O.C.'s all in it, dope I've been for years



Now I'm back in the scene, and I declare War Games







I bust off like a M-16



Rippin thru screens from head to toe, blood soak up your jeans



Rap veteran, earn my stripes, faught wars



Opposing forces, would O.C. take losses?



Naucious, you feelin kinda like throwing up



Cautious, watch ya step, land rhymes blowin up



Havin a pity for foes, fuck G.I. Joe



He's a sucker, slap the taste outta wild motherfuckas



Design a rhyme, like a plan for the government



Six Million like Steve Austin, costin



Apprehended if I am



In times and my body will erupt *explosion*



M-16 tapecatin, voids filled with ammo



Bust it through a crowd, a bitch nigga sing soprano



When I get you in the square, then I end you career



All MC's lets make one thing clear



You're all the same, I will remain, fuck the fame



Feelin the lane to shoot, I declare War Games







Chorus 2X: Organized Konfusion (Pharoahe Monch & Prince Poetry)



I declare War Games



For niggas who flaunt figgas for more fame



Gorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to ammo



With fire proof camouflage and power







[O.C.]



Precise pinpoint it, pull it, when I cock back



This here rap will slap you and your team, and that bad bitch



Sleaves from my uncut, raw like cope



Preme dig up boys, roll up and smoke



Then toge it, back to B.I.



See I can do this, I'm professional



Too much weight to weigh any style



Dutch Master superior blend, inhale me right



Young Phillies take a toke of my rap, and get the



Willies para-



Noid, niggas all non void



Fuck with O.C., get your life destroyed



Like a marine, I'm a trained rap killing machine



Fiend to rock a mic, set from New York to New Orleans



Over seas I conquer, rough like blanca



Love to eat actors, gotta take for drama



When I flow I get comatose



In my own world



From the first verse, you saw my plan unfurl



I mean team same name, never change



My ammo is the demo competition on the mic



War Games







"War Games" (5X)