War Party

Lyrics

[Verse 1: OOH Majesty] I'm that dope up in your brain with syringes Comin through, kickin doors off the fuckin hinges I'm in this, like forty fiends on seven day binges Comin with my felony offenders, drinkin Guinness The slender of a never ending back-bender My agenda be the legal tender, blue fox in the winter Say it with me, yes, mad style in the streets Bitches that be blowin up my hip with mad beeps Murder me? You musta never fuckin heard of me I get thank you letters from emergency for fillin vacancies And don't even mention surgery, because they awarded me For being the man to do the most abuse to industry Injure me, see the evil spirits enter me Larry Singletary, now your Majesty, an entity (uuhhhh!) If I cut you do you not bleed? If I bust up in her guts, do she not bear seed that resemble me? [Verse 2: Superstar] I hear the sound of dope fiends' screams It's gotta mean somebody's scheme, on the stash again I'm spittin hollow points like phlegm I'd probably bring a friend but these days I'm driftin off into galaxies Feel the sea breeze throughout vicinities, eeaaaww!! While prophecies that kick the sky splits Oh my God, droppin clips is this the end? Forever I'll be never injured, because the devil had me shook I'm shakin, this evil spirits takin flesh is baking in [Verse 3: Mike Teeluxe] Here's a, special delivery, of the pain and misery Can you maintain it? The degrees of temperature can be caused I'm the guy that pulls the wool over ya eyes, and move At war speeds, do 45's in the skies, and be Whatever y'all call that, that bridges the gap And in suspended animation and reality rap Picture like Kodak, and wax flows clean as Kojak And you know that, all front row wigs get blown back Deacon, comin up the rear with the wicked Two felony convicted, Colin Ferguson Murderin, open up your guts kid, what? I'm diesel like three fifty, woke up with mad cuts And don't give a fuck, I snatch the soul out your back So how you figure you could hold your fuckin own? You're a clone, alone in the world, know I tend to be Once a friend of me, now we're known as bitter enemies [Verse 4: OOH Majesty] Check it, check it, we charge up like a nine volt, drama beef You better hold, I pack a 45 Colt with a mad kick Cause when I lit, the hoes got snitch You better duck quick before you get your shirls knicked split I blaze knock this one, it's on it's on, for reals Steel pull out, call my bluff, a nigga fate is sealed In a second or a minute I reckon I be in it Full-on flanks for high banks, tanks and never, shit all vintage [Verse 5: Superstar] Enough of this S and M Them leather wearin bitches whippin men From a corner of a dead end, I can't forget my dead friends And that's what makes my brains erratic Plus I got a bad habit, of mixin alcohol with automatics Who got static? I came to set it off and get this party started Those who provoke, is gettin choked, I ain't no fuckin joke My friends won't go anywhere with me, anyone in the vicinitiy Charged with conspiracy is getting death by electricity [Verse 6: Larry Singletary] Niggas get confused, not knowin what I'mma do I sit and wait for niggas to make an ill-advised move I save the way that could be from here to there Bustin shots, some secluded spots you don't know where So where art thou, where art thou? Talkin about your dead family members, pal, don't fuck around Or for cryin out loud, tellin' you now from Jump Street Whoever steps up I'm leavin them bleedin' profusely [Outro] Yeah, just keep this shit running, knahmsayin'? Niggas come through frontin'. Frontin'-ass nigga, knahmsayin'? Motherfucking ave' to Long Island and shit, knahmsayin'? Hold ya shit down! Peace to Big Jeru, knahmsayin'? Fuck all them fake-ass niggas, knahmsayin'? Them alienated niggas, knahmsayin'? Hold it down