Art of War

I keep the piece like them peoples in Canada
Throwin' up guns but I ain’t talkin' ugala
I get the paper, same color arugula
If it’s a battle, I’m crashing your nebula
Angel of Death, better known as the messenger
I kill your favorite rapper and his manager
I grab the mic and I’ll damage ya
Super Saiyan stamina, my clip is long like et cetera
I don’t play with niggas like a racist gamer
If my name on the feature then you endangered
Go the hardest in war with my face painted
Sum me up in two words, this ain’t
Been a decade and I’m still bangin'
Niggas throwin' out shots and I’m still aimin'
All these rappers that’s pussy be false claimin'
You a lame nigga in the terms lamen
I’m makin' paper, I’m watchin' my neighbors
I don’t know who envy me, envy me
I keep the cable business, ain’t no fable
I’m close to my friend but closer to my enemies (What?)
In my
Don’t give a fuck you’re not feeling me (Fuck 'em)
Murkin' you, that’s in my fantasy (Blatt)
Knockin' that boy out his
(Grra)
This a art of war, all fair in the hailstorm (Yeah, yeah)
Get your bag, boy, this that shit that keep your head strong (Boom, boom, boom,
boom)
This a bad noise, this that shit that keep your head strong (Grra)
Get you’re mad, boy, this that shit that keep your head strong (Pa-pa-pa-pa)
This a art of war, all fair in the hailstorm (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get your bag, boy, this that shit that keep your head strong (Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, boom, boom, boom, boom)
This a bad noise, this that shit that keep your head strong (Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah)
Get you’re mad, boy, this that shit that keep your head strong (Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah)
Fuck up a bitch if she was on some petty shit
Bitches be talkin' shit just to be relevant
I smoke it strong out the pound for the hell of it
She got a problem but she ain’t addressin' shit
I pop a one-of-one, I’m on my
shit
She clear as fuck, I hope they get the message
Sit down low, ho, you ain’t steppin'
I’ma do that shit, if you know, it’s reckless
Bitch wanna fight me? She don’t like me?
Put that lil' bitch on a mothafuckin' white tee
I met your wifey, don’t gotta wife me
But you gotta private jet-fly me
Think they had dentures, these bitches biting
Waste of my time, these bitches trifling
I got my Rollie on, that’s perfect timing
Yeah, yeah, lil' bitch (Haha)
I’m makin' paper, I’m watchin' my neighbors
I don’t know who envy me, envy me
I keep the cable business, ain’t no fable
I’m close to my friend but closer to my enemies (What?)
In my
Don’t give a fuck you’re not feeling me (Fuck 'em)
Murkin' you, that’s in my fantasy (Blatt)
Knockin' that boy out his
(Grra)
This a art of war, all fair in the hailstorm
Get your bag, boy, this that shit that keep your head strong (Boom, boom, boom,
boom)
This a bad noise, this that shit that keep your head strong (Grra)
Get you’re mad, boy, this that shit that keep your head strong (Pa-pa-pa-pa)
This a art of war, all fair in the hailstorm (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get your bag, boy, this that shit that keep your head strong (Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, boom, boom, boom, boom)
This a bad noise, this that shit that keep your head strong (Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah)
Get you’re mad, boy, this that shit that keep your head strong (Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah)