All Out War

Lyrics

[Scratch Hook] {x2} "Lyrical Commission" "Turntable and I, tear shit up" "Celph Titled" "Settle the score" "All out war" [Verse 1: Trem] This is all out war, with a fallout sure to cause a backlash I'll bash in your fuckin' face, I don't stab backs Trem's attackin' rappers with a thirst for blood Submerge your body in a river, shoved in a Persian rug Eternal come for curtains, that's a certainty Leavin' third-degree burns from these first-degree murder sprees Earnin' me and my verse of words global praise I throw grenades when I flow and set the show ablaze A fire bug for hire, shruggin' the comp off Plug in the mic and bomb soft cocks to compost We from a long lost planet where rap is real Still intact and untapped by the mass appeal Market, LC spark and blast targets We master the craft and kick it raw like a carcass Lyrical Commission's carvin' a path with rotor blades We roll deeper in these streets than a motorcade [Verse 2: Brad Strut] I'm barely breathin', bleedin', heart rate increasin' It's fire stakes, I can't take fakes and thieves And past mistakes seep in through the gaps of my armor Ain't nothin' what it seems as I battle with snake charmers Paint you a portrait, I gotta staunch, it's not cautious Do what I want, my squad's forces too hot to handle Like a grenade on detonation, rock the candles, a parade of devastation Defend the nation when I step inside your earlobes And carve you split of slick spits and I don't fear no man You need heroes, all I want is beer, blow some weed and type speech Some beats and reap zero Disrespect, I hinder reps with heavy burden Get in your head and leave you left for dead, they're callin' curtains This shit's superb in your car or Walkman Go stalkin' an important public figure's son is a slick assassinator Four fours caught in an elixir Sworn to fascinate you with scorn joining the mix, it's life and death In this business, it's kind of sad, but I define my track with death scriptures (Verse 3: Celph Titled) There ain't a motherfucker been in more fights than me O.G.'s in my hood ain't got more stripes than me Celph Titled is known to tote but when I ain't packing I keep a buck 150 nigga, we can get it cracking And if I throw slugs you better pray they graze your chin You said you had an infrared but that was just a laser pen Just the sight of me will make you strain to breathe I shoot till I'm satisfied, I aim to please And you ain't got more ammo than me With clips there's no contender In my house we keep gun oil in a liquid soap dispensers You shouldn't let your mouth flap Cause I'mma put you down under and I ain't talking 'bout The Outback In New York I'm grungy In Australia I'm Dundee Cooking barbecue with just the smoke from my gun heat Niggas get comfy with a pillow in they face The Demigodz and Commission filling body bags by the case (Verse 4: Bob Balans) The world leaves the forgotten to lurk in the waste That's why I don't trust, I hurdle through space With a thrust and peril is safe from the payback Cause where I stay you fight for a placemat And I don't say cat, cause where I grew up that meant faggot But I do leaves tracks po'wed and flattered Staked in habit, daggered, when I unsheathe the mic from the scabbard And uphold the standard cause your fates borrowed So check the horrid scars on your face and forehead In hostile territory like foreign embassy LC start a war, now we're the common enemy Execute you to a tight schedule Get the general, the rest are expendable Melt ya, every decibel held ya in a molten tank Until it's over your scalp and there's nothing left for burial Your aluminum in the smolder stay crushed, the heavy fuel Expels the metal shells in your shoulder Arial assault leave you pumped like a propeller