Composer : Luke Gawne/Sean Haywood/Aaron Dontez Yates
This is war
Pick your sides know your stance
This is war
No telling how the story ends
This is a fallout everybody get down
Stay out of our way
This ain’t a nice song no telling where we might go
We’ve heightened the stakes
You wishing death upon us?
Better get ready with a vest
And invest in enough protection
To lessen nuclear fallout go cry for mama
You wanted war ’til you on the floor
Trying to hide from bombing
Kamikazes fly supersonic right through the Eiffel Tower
President Donny killеd Soleimani
So now Iran’s a problem
Going Nagasaki atomics dropping on Abu Dhabi
Twenty million bodiеs
And five tsunamis arrive in Holland
Few survived alive now the radiation is sure to follow
All the bombing is now underway
How you gonna save yourself y’all better pray
Y’all gotta stay down in the basement
Or hallway closer otherwise die in the flames
A lot of atomic waste concentrated in metropolis watch
As the hospital rates sky rockets to thousands of patients
Nuke radiation becoming too dangerous
No this ain’t Tinder
But I swipe left at you with a knife in fact
Striking your back with a whole viking axe tell Tech
That it’s time for the fire
Let me get a funnel attachment run up
And siphon the gas douse it around
Then we go light the match
Igniting that like Iraq where Isis was fighting at
Whole world ’bout to end so soon
Kim Jong-un getting pissed at you
Send a big ****in’ nuke to America
To hit your roof in instant blew like flipping a fuse
Incinerating kids in school principal said it was miserable
Missiles are dropping in
Israel, Germany, London and Istanbul
Not Godzilla but an ominous monster’s still upon us
Planet was hit with a comet, economy crashing,
Poverty, wobbly plate tectonics shifting a lot
How could it not be the apocalypse probably
Got to be causing a lot of the death that we see
When we turn on our screens every night
And we’re watching the new up on our TV’s
Forcibly
Torture these
Enemies give ’em deformities waterboard ’em
’Til they orally tell us a story sick
And stick ’em up in quarantine
There’s not a hint of remorse in me cold to my core
Feels like only in war do I ever find normalcy
Like on the beaches of Normandy live by the sword
I’ma die when I’m forty three
Together with Tech and I we met up
And electrify the record every time that we etch a rhyme
I reckon they recognize
They’re never gonna rise to my level
I’m five times better with the pen when spraying venom
‘Bout to end ’em when I get ’em
In the center of the scope “DOOT” “DOOT”
Let a round off broken through open a wound
There ain’t no hope for you
Yeah I think I’m ’bout to kill a mother ****er with a gun
You better get to running like you were a sprinter
I’ma hit ’em in the ligament and ankle bullet ricocheting
I’m thinking I may intimidate a witness
Never give into the pressure when they interview ’em
Bet they won’t admit
Or I’ll run up shoot a bullet from the hip
Pull up on the strip
Hit ’em with the lead and put a body in the ditch
Other words GAWNE and Tech just murdered this shit
I can smell the smoke from hell
It’s right in the middle of us
Everybody wanna fight and they givin’ no ****s
When they do it on sight wit’ a gun or wit’ a knife
Ain’t even a bit of light, when you’re living in dusk
In the mind, why they gotta be stuck?
The crime when you wanna go bustin’ the 9
Never have no trust in your kind, and you’re really unjust
How do they storm the capitol?
It’s a war in the back of your forum
The horns attackin’ mo’
Torn the radicals, never happen to mourn the scorned
And born wit’ a lack of dough
Just like them, when I think about it all it’s quite dim
Everything is really raw like a fright film
If you ready for the brawl come and try grim
At a level where the people wanna load up
What they got and get it poppin’
If he thinking ’bout the hood
He better never come a knockin’
They don’t ever wanna take it to the B. or the C. zone
We home nigga we got the heat on
All the energy is separation
Togetherness never was thee motivation
Evil has really been sweeping the nation
Because it was never no communication
In a war the believers of Jesus,
Wanna make you bleed, it’s egregious
Shoulda had their fetus deleted
But the parents skeet is completed
So now we stuck wit’ the crazy
Pushin’ a lotta negative up in the babies
What the **** they doin’ snuffin’ the ladies?
Killin’ globally it’s buckin’ in Haiti
This is (War) what are the fake well wishes (For?)
Even the saint sell sickness, rank fell vicious
Bank swell quick as (Whores)
Can’t nobody be calm in the midst of hell
So I lit this bomb wit’ the quickness
Yell wit’ the lip, it’s ‘nam and it’s on
You don’t wanna go to war with Tech N9na and Gawne!
This is war
Pick your sides know your stance
This is war
No telling how the story ends
This is a fallout everybody get down
Stay out of our way
This ain’t a nice song no telling where we might go
We’ve heightened the stakes
