Built For War
Chorus
The target's been identified, so we finna ride
They’re getting wise, so the situation's intensified
The hidden lies may come to some as a big surprise
So if you're hesitating take a minute, then decide
It might convince you to see the picture through different eyes
But in the meantime, we’ll keep falling to genocide
No time to lose while the revolution is synthesized
You with us? Lift your chin with pride. We gon' defend this side

Across enemy lines the smog is thick and you know there's fire wherever you see smoke
But my vision's crystal clear, and I'm standing tall where them other mcs choke
They're finding it hard to believe the big machine is out to deceive folks
But nowadays at any given moment, you can lose it all in just one keystroke
Deep inside my brain cells, I'm casing your memory bank
Not letting these amateurs with no taste keep filling up space in my energy tank
My only objective is causing destruction and leaving the faces of enemies blank
Not giving a damn about my status or my place in this industry rank
It ain't hard to see that I’m R.I.P. ‘til my heart stops
And we pack them things that’ll snatch your dreams like alarm clocks
Don't play me for no fool, ‘cause I’m from the School of the Hard Knocks
Think first place is safe, but we'll take it soon as your guard drops
I'm riding with the reckless sort. By any means we'll protect the fort
So your reign on top is finna be extra short
I’m plugged into the game like a USB connection port
So if they're having trouble shooting, I'ma bring the tech support
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R.I.P. we ride or die, while y'all cowards trying to hide
When it's war, my boys don't cover my back. We're standing side by side
And we're quick to pull them shottys out. Finna increase the body count
All y'all haters that's talking s***, I've got something to fix your potty mouth
I highly doubt y'all iller than this. Ever since birth been given this gift
So I can finish these enemies lyrically. Energy causing the ceiling to lift
Got y'all wishing I didn't exist. The villainous n**** revealing the clips
To cause your spirit to drift in the mist. The reason your hittas is spilling a fifth
STL is where I dwell, so you know damn well I'ma hold the fort
But y'all try so hard to climb all over each other to show support
That's why I'm not concerned with fortune and fame. I'm spitting these flows for sport
No remorse when I'm gripping the pen and the pad, and I'm knocking my foes off course
So my advice is button your lips, and keep a grip on them n****s amongst you
‘Cause if not them hollow tips ‘gon rip and sit in your temple like monks do
I'm known to administer pain. Everything that I'm spitting is flame
And burns eternal, so y'all nerds can have your 15 minutes of fame

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