War Face By StormTheArsonist Ft ...
• Written by StormTheArsonist • Featuring Ame and Croc
AME verse
Here we go again, I thought we covered this topic
This is your cue to jump back in the pocket
You don't want this scratch, I'm solid, stop it
Ive earned my stripes from where the corners toxic
They couldn't keep me down then and ain't shit different
Wanted my true colors, let me paint this picture
As I scroll through the verse like an ancient scripture
Prayed for my downfall but that statement splintered
Found out I feed off beef (surprise) steak for dinner!
Now face the rigor, swallow ya pride, the taste is bitter
When the tables are turned and fates delivered
You're left cold and shakin like earthquakes in winter
Imagine late December, parking lot of my building
A dozen approach me, a lot of em filthy
Puttin on their tough face but none of em real G's
One of em shouts some shit bout wantin to kill me
I start rushing the bum bitch, sure I got my shit beat
But I know I took at least 5 or 6 of em with me
The blueprint for standing up and provin a point
Make the one talkin shit lose the use of his voice
Bullies gettin bullied, karmas twist of sworn rage
The scorned face of a soldier in war paint
A tortured soul but still able to hold rank
That's what you see when you look at my war face
StormTheArsonist verse
I'm vocally out spoken while my vocals set the next bar
totally open to locals trying to flex their next response
its that moment when they tell you your something your not
putting you on the spot, like that fuck head cop on your block
blabbering, putting you down with bullshit comparisons, rambling,
all talk and no action, it happens, this shits just a fraction,
at times its embarrassing for the person rapping,
negative comments on projects shaming the content
yet no better, its nonsense, they cant even put a rap together
its too complex, to take it in and develop a progress
i'm like whatever, cause writing helps me clear my conscious
the haters are just mad cause they cant disrupt the process
I mark targets when i drop shit, it erupts causing conflicts,
breaking loose like convicts, mics polished from spitting topics
haters just ignore taste, when i rock it, yet, force to swallow it
which is even more of a disgrace if you allow it
Mad they cant replicate the pace, as hits are put into place
the hybrid's creating his own race, masked with a North Face,
in any case I cover my face cause you don't wanna see this war face
Croc verse
People talk shit to me like their microphone was a toilet
I just might know their plan is to foil me but I enjoy it
See the thing is, I get treated like some kind of delusional pensioner
Or the instigator in a domestic, so I don't even mention it
Saying you wanna be a rapper is a surefire way to be excluded
But you get used to it, the sarcastic claps like you're the crying new kid
It's unbelievable, the reasons people will use to bereave you
Either nobody believes you or they look for any excuse to leave you
Look down on you, frown upon you, no "how do you do?"
So here's how I do, I grab the motherfuckin crown in front of you
Put it on top of my dome cause I know you don't mean a fucking thing
I won't have you with me when I succeed? Well lucky me
Or lucky you? Nah fuck you too, it sucks to be you
It sucks to be the kinda cunt to put someone down for every fucking thing they do
What kind of small dick pussy do you have to be to be a bully
The kind of faggot whose dick can't come out of their crotch fully
So I say fuck em, nobody got where they were cause it was given
And they say the sweetest fruit is that which is supposed to be forbidden
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StormTheArsonist
Member since October 14 2018