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    "War" Lyrics


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    On behalf of my crew I came to represent it
    Joints make your grandpa wild for 3 minutes
    The flow, not every show, got police in it
    Got us banned from every town that we visit
    Punch and words made ya bed, now sleep in it
    Stole half my style, you could at least finish
    Cheap images stuck with weak gimmicks
    I always get game, I fucked up, but keep spinnin'
    Stop for what, why'all niggas know not to touch
    So hot, that the devil live a block from us
    If not for us, you wouldn't know how to rhyme sicker
    I rapped on your demo, and helped you get signed quicker
    Besides that, we the only live act
    Have you thinkin' bout your career, your hour drive back
    Why ask, when you gon' hate the answers
    No way to escape, don't take a chance 'cause?

    You don't really want to go to war (you don't want to go)
    You don't really want to go to war (don't even try to do it)
    You don't really want to go to war, (why??!?)
    Cause yo ass is 'see'est la vie (say la vee)
    (Stop playin' wit' me)
    You don't really want to go to war (you don't want to go)
    You don't really want to go to war (don't even try to do it)
    You don't really want to go to war (why??!?)
    Cause yo' ass is 'see'est la vie (say la vee)

    Stay on the run from 1-time
    Fuck dark in daytime I do crimes
    I got 2 wives, and live 2 lives
    I'm not Gemini but I got 2 sides
    Good and bad, some say it's a curse
    When I play both sides like auto-reverse
    You outta research, on how Punchline'll put it on ya
    Can't compare, or come near like court orders
    My eyes focus, on those that oppose this
    Your new rhymes couldn't fuck wit' none of my old shit
    To any emcee that comes out his mouth
    I give your shit to the bootleggers before ya come out
    Never play hard
    You know who the best are
    You only sold a few units, 'cause of your guest-stars
    I spit bars
    Punch and Words rap connoisseurs
    I learned and mastered the art of war

    Name your favorite rapper
    Yea I know about him
    I heard the whole album, its hot, but no value
    Chill out, battle, don't do it
    We the nicest, there's are other things I haven't included
    We tight nothin' less than that
    I know you wish this rap was your reference track
    And next to that
    You' hype ''cause the spotlights on you
    That's quite normal
    When Words'll write for you

    Right on you
    Lyrically keep it tight for you
    I switch to plan be , if the plot foils
    Fuck the hoes, gimme dough and mo' fame
    Spit the flow till I blow like cole-trane
    why'all know, name
    We, Punch & Words
    Those beats with the keyboard sounds, irk my nerves
    Any battle I entered, never got served
    If I should die tonight these be my last words

    [Punchline does adlibs till end]
    This song was submitted on November 13th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Roba Music, O/B/O APRA AMCOS, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Walt Disney Music Company, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Nate Nathan Fox, John Paul Floyd, Dustin Green, Nico Segal, Owen Hill, Jamila Woods, Ilan Kidron.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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