[Verse 1] the warchild Ah, yeah, ES Celph up Ah I swear, this is my testimony keep it one hundred while the rest are phony I'm out like suicide is my mission I ain't trying to be by the system You should take heed, I advise you to Watch me knees, I'm surprising my victims The question remains who am I I'm spitting? It's me the MC, I ain't no new My mind's a coliseum, I spit that glisten The is my journal where these lines will get written through the garden, ate the fruit that's forbidden So back the up when I'm removing my fitted You could never walk in these shoes you fit in all say you're hot but that is just your opinion Y'all can all die in the that you sit in AOTP, the has risen
All we do is pray! the game come back That's why we here building spitting flame on track So what you say? matter at all So we gonna sit and wait till God answer the call
All we do is pray! till the game come That's why we sitting here building spitting flame on So what you don't matter at all So we gonna sit here and wait till God answer the
2] Esoteric
It's such a pity, ain't pretty, lyrics bury cats Under one and fifty tons of scum in the city You say you're popping and stunting like Diddy But your pockets be flatter than a model's stomach or Why you fronting like rugged and gritty? Why I it so hot? Why I like Big L and Big Pun more than Biggie and Pac? I'm from that late 90's era that Polo wasn't jig enough But Gucci and Louis and Prada shit big enough I would it ridiculous, stay on point like Rondo bring up the rear like a J-Lo convo No, they don't want no beef, they all their teeth I may go bronco so lay low pronto, albums in a year, that's more than in your whole career They all bang, battle out, do more than end your career So severe, I beat you with a chair, listen AOTP's the game's missing
All we do is pray! the game come back why we sitting here building spitting flame on track So what you don't matter at all So we gonna sit and wait till God answer the call
All we do is pray! till the game come That's why we sitting here building flame on track So what you say? don't at all So we gonna sit here and till God answer the call [Verse 3] Titled
Yeah yeah, money? No I wanna see that iron buck (buck) They be robbing hoods so I that fryer tucked (brrat) Try to have these taken from me You end up red and blue a female cop on their monthly Dumping student in front of the student body, air em out Beacon on my radar me where's your whereabouts (where?) Magazine have your head bobbing Dead body nonstop nodding downhill in a (oh) the uz through your house in Honolulu (ooch oww) Throw a grenade at you (luau) Am I Oh yeah, best believe it Rap supervisor pop up on lawns with firearms, true be rocking an upside-down visor And it won't be a whack fashion either More like Knight, Vanilla Ice shit, hotel balcony dangling (nope) My monsoon is Tom Valkyrie famous
All we do is pray! till the game back That's why we sitting here building spitting flame on So what you don't matter at all So we gonna sit here and wait till God answer the
All we do is pray! till the game back That's why we sitting here building spitting flame on So you say? don't matter at all So we gonna sit here and wait till God answer the Take Crypt, ES & Games