Warpath
I'm on a warpath, kid's at home playing their warcraft,
those who doubt me, can kiss my ass!
When I drop the bass, it'll whip you in the face,
tell me boy how good does it taste!?
This is my ballad, I'm fresher than a grocery store salad!
I pack a katana with my beretta, I pop a cap with my blood-
letter! This place where we live is always changin', whether
working for the man or rhyme rangin'! Enemies scared for
when this drops, mess with me and yo' ass get popped!
I'm the warpath, always rippin', the system catches me
trippin'. Stuck in a slow daze, stuck in a purple haze,
daily broadcasts keep hordes in a craze! I don't fall for that. It's
the game! Always reppin', usin' rhymes as my main weapon,
phonies keep steppin! Rockin' wit' MC Stam, keepin' crowd's in a slow jam!
I hate it when homies get wank, they act even faker when your shit get's cranked!
When fist and flame get's cast, I'm on the warpath!
1 comment:
that was sweet.
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