War (Acapella)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Anacron] Hit em up, Hit em up Anytime I dip and hit em up Hit em up, Hit em up Anytime I dip and Hit em up Hit em up, Hit em up Anytime I dip and Hit em up Hit em up, Hit em up Anytime I dip and Hit em up You might see me getting in a truck Or an old school crippin' in a bug Cuter than a kitten in a cup I'm clockin' much dough, scratch and pay Simply rocking the old fashion way Niggas talking but don't jack to say Till I'm socking punks go Cassius Clay Typically tyrannical tyrants inscribe these virus to papyrus via Sirius of satellites Serious epidemics, plague lens and stylus Say something And I'm suddenly serving you, your squad and your stylist Try to diss and watch me fry a bitch and while their beater is bumping you'll die to this Little literally limited linebackers die faster in scrimmages Gimmicks just fade, and trends will just age but lyrical wizardry's limitless I compose lines but most quotes you gotta rewind fo' times thats a cold rhyme, gets muttered A fo' sho sign that I mold minds The gallery network completed this application and Anacron co-signed Engaging fools I'm a raging bull and these busters are bucks and bovines These dopes write about slangin' dope and think that they got dope rhymes Me, Ha, I smirk at these jerks and I know that it's go time