“Dead Syriaous” War On Words
[Verse 1: DJ Daggerz]
Underworld worker, underestimated//
Tongue wresting pros, I'm here for the undertaking//
Stone Cold Stunner, will be engraved in//
A nigga tombstone, yo, let me rephrase this//
Started from the Rock Bottom, on some Drake shit//
Unemployed worker, look at what I'm facing//
A big ass joint rolled, stress I can't take it//
I'm so outta touch, with a screen application//
I done practiced patience, to the point it's second nature//
I ain't losing sleep, my bed been made up//
While I'm out here, say the hustler's prayer//
It's my birthday, but it ain't, belated//
Icing these flows, the booth escaped-ed//
Inciting riots, no points of exclamation//
Hate from all angles, obtuse, adjacent//
A war on words, sign the declaration//

[Hook: DJ Daggerz]
I, declare, a war with words!//(Ugh!)
So, let, me go and bomb first!//(Ugh!)
Rat-Tat!-Tat!-Tat!//
Scatting with my raps!//(Repeat)
[Verse 2: DJ Daggerz]
Fuck with me, you know I'm plotting//
A million in counting, a hired accountant, a lawyer who's a quarter Italian//
High off contact, no pounding, off the chain, no medallion //
Off the brain, and the noggin, high like cavemen in mountains//
Wit Trippy sticks and rock solid, that's hot boy shit, spark the fire!//
I fucks wit Skee cuz he copping, I gotta stretch all my dollars//
Ninety-six Impala, on my wall, I don't got it//
Yes sir attorneys private, Como Nike Foamposites//
Bazooka bubble gum artist, you can't hit a moving target//
Ya body of work embalming, bury it, where's the coffin?//
Wit roses and hatchets tossed in, a chairman, you just stalling//
A fair man, you just token, I'm sick with this yeah, atrocious//
Too modest to say I'm boasting, I'm da dirty needle poked in//
Arms, with veins showing, meaning, that I'm the dopest!//
From here on (heroin), let that shit soak in, dear Jon, Dear Jon, yeah I'm wanted//
Dead or alive with a muthafucking conscience!//

[Hook: DJ Daggerz]

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