War

Yo, back in the day we had cops and robbers, stalk the cosmos

to honor my rap genre, sock em in the face, a waste of time,

we rhyme with honors, salty dawg, the water is awful,

lost me dog, yes that was a shocker, in God we trust,

we making it out, stay in the route,

don't let the doubt creep in like a mouse in the house,

gotta shout, gotta spit, let it all out,

gotta live, gotta give, let 'em know what it's about.

 

Yo, it's wartime in the presence of DTL, more rhymes

that I'm selling, my ambition, is my ammunition,

we panic tripping, insanity, lacking vision,

but I'm sticking to the mission, like a sticky decision,

it's like a stitch in the fabric of a dream that is hidden,

sewn tight-knit like the crew that I'm in.

 

Yo, the world is a canvas, we're all just painting,

some of us using spray, some of us complaining,

about the shades of grey in the game we're playing,

but I'm here to say, let's start slaying,

the beasts of the streets with the heat of our speech,

the rhymes we release, like a river that's leaking.