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"War of the Words" (2008)


“Karma's only justice without the satisfaction. I don't believe in justice.”

- The Way of the Gun

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I’m feeling annoyed in ways I don’t really enjoy to say
However I still avoid clichés to fill a void these days
Fukk what voyeurs think, waiting on bars your boy will bring
You’ll see what I have in store and get charged for loitering
Can’t destroy the scene, the proportions of my theatric vision
Are monumental like Jamaicans talking in psychiatric clinics
I’ll ask help, to figure out why my strangest lines reach ya
I drop knowledge, yall pass out without the faintest idea
So if you have it in for me, you jealous of my infamy
Proof in this wide industry, you’s a b!tch like bigamy
Better be all aware, of what fag teams might call a dare
I got a hold on your click… they drag queens like Solitaire
I know you starting to care; get fans through your old ways
It’s just a shame your margin for error expands to the whole page
Now ignore the weight; fighting light might be kinda stupid
But weather the storm, and lightning strikes twice without a union
Punches swervin’, bluffings’ certain if you say nothing’s hurtin’
Cuz yall uptight pussies, and I aint talking about fukking virgins
Where dissing’s concerned, I live & learn without missing my turn
So all my words are just water under the bridges I burn
Plus these universal sun beams will leave your world hungry
Now you got more fam-in trouble than third world countries
Hunt these veteran crews, Hell with the proof, I’m telling the truth
I have to give the Devil his due just to level with you
Then you’re severed in two, and I don’t need metaphors yet
Until one judgment day you won’t live long enough to never forget
Watch vets pile up before my eyes, like the sins of my Father
A waste of time, fuckin’ signs on their heads reading “Why Bother?”
Then you got the other side, these mouthing off young bucks
On some ‘I’ve been to prison’ sh!t, yeah, you got caught, dumb fukk
There’s always free cheese in mousetraps, so throw a fit and cry
They want to be criminals more than they want to commit a crime
But I guess, in this war of words, we all step on landmines
And isn’t that how it always ends? …

Every God damn time.