Art Of War
Ain’t got it like me so they copy paste the flow
You gotta like me man I’m throwing off the ropes
I Read you like a book you need to audible
I Hit it from the back ya ya I rock the boat

And I ain’t got no problems with you partner but if you pop up talking garbage imma harness my conglomerate in honor of my haters I propose we hit the bars again your Betty boop went missing ya shes jocking on my cardigans

Bitch don’t make me pull your card again

Don’t make me go so hard that I won’t never go soft again

Don’t make me call the boys the boys that got the charter boys

I might go art of war if anybody start a war

*bark*

I’m on some dog shit

X8
Bitch I’m on some dog shit
Your breath it smells like dog shit
Gods breath the breadth of all this
Go fetch a razors edge I walk it

Define line
My 9 9 a 4 5
I keep it underneath the pallete of my bow tie
If i spit this ammunition it might hit your soul
If I split this wig I might find gold deep inside a dome

Misconceptions of my message that’s a regular
I am not secular
I’m more perpetular

In the back with raggedy Anne stacking the chips
Sacking a bag
Smacking my lips
Passing a spliff
Actually rapping
I’m actually active
I’m actually snapping
I’m actually acid on tracks
Flattening crashing and smashing your batch

Bitch don’t make me pull your card again
Don’t make me go so hard that I won’t never go soft again

Don’t make me call the boys the boys that got the charter boys

I might go art of war if anybody start a war

*bark*

I’m on some dog shit

X8

Big titties on my vixen
Our tongues twisting
Your in the wrong district
You know I run distances
Sorta like a marathon
I got a lot of time before my body buried though
I remember back in middle school they laughed at the flow
I remember everybody thought I acted black tho

Cause I’m speaking with Ebonics call it hip hop phonics
When I flip it ya I honor it
Respect my mama taught me it

If there’s a best just bet that I’ll be it
Wife the game the dowry is my hourly devouring of sour speech

Eiffel Tower with the beats
I’m so powerful elite
I sow showers when I speak
And my ditches dug deep ya

Bitch don’t make me pull your card again

Don’t make me go so hard that I won’t never go soft again

Don’t make me call the boys the boys that got the charter boys

I might go art of war if anybody start a war

*bark*

I’m on some dog shit

X8