[Intro: Sample]
Uhh, he a fighter
If he's an arm reach of me, he's hit
He's cut, he's bleeding, his face is fucked up
His skin fake, his brains are shook up
Brains are shook, brains are shook up
[Verse 1: Steven King]
I was here in spiritual form, 'fore you saw me in flesh
Clicking my fingers on the saw, I smoke a garden of cess
Watching the serpents and they going through the cracks of projects
When cops arrest, lay the scanners, paperwork is processed
A bank robbery occured and like you, the hostage
Heart bracket, thought you was fly like a latin puppet
Punk ass, you walk every square inch from light to darkness
Through the carnage, yeah, I'm torn a piece, the flow is haunted
I paint this blood, I'm dirty like the rings in the tub
Spit his thug, hit his thug, get him touched with a duck
Son shining, that's my son, how I sell my sun
Steven King, the throne holder, there's alot on the come
The slur of the guns, the funds, victory and success
The wisdom won the west, will do the size you with time's nest
I heard Farrakhan sick, I'mma kill me some strength
The truth told, time and flow, had to flow flourescent, one
[Chorus: iCON the Mic King]
We go to war (AH!)
To stay alive in these streets
The spittin' will come to vision when we collide with these beats
We go to war (Yes!)
The five man brigade
Holdin' live hand grenades in real, live anime
We at war (AH!)
You'll see us crowd in the trench
Mercenary gorillas steppin' outta the mist
We at war right now, faggot, give up and run
Stand down or stand wit' us, nigga, pick up your gun
Uhh, he a fighter
If he's an arm reach of me, he's hit
He's cut, he's bleeding, his face is fucked up
His skin fake, his brains are shook up
Brains are shook, brains are shook up
[Verse 1: Steven King]
I was here in spiritual form, 'fore you saw me in flesh
Clicking my fingers on the saw, I smoke a garden of cess
Watching the serpents and they going through the cracks of projects
When cops arrest, lay the scanners, paperwork is processed
A bank robbery occured and like you, the hostage
Heart bracket, thought you was fly like a latin puppet
Punk ass, you walk every square inch from light to darkness
Through the carnage, yeah, I'm torn a piece, the flow is haunted
I paint this blood, I'm dirty like the rings in the tub
Spit his thug, hit his thug, get him touched with a duck
Son shining, that's my son, how I sell my sun
Steven King, the throne holder, there's alot on the come
The slur of the guns, the funds, victory and success
The wisdom won the west, will do the size you with time's nest
I heard Farrakhan sick, I'mma kill me some strength
The truth told, time and flow, had to flow flourescent, one
[Chorus: iCON the Mic King]
We go to war (AH!)
To stay alive in these streets
The spittin' will come to vision when we collide with these beats
We go to war (Yes!)
The five man brigade
Holdin' live hand grenades in real, live anime
We at war (AH!)
You'll see us crowd in the trench
Mercenary gorillas steppin' outta the mist
We at war right now, faggot, give up and run
Stand down or stand wit' us, nigga, pick up your gun
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