Fes Taylor - I Declare War Lyrics
[Fes Taylor]Aiyo the staircase *****es get *****edDutch guts cover the floor, some black marks cover the wallTwo Forty Warrior brawl, Who You the warrior's callThey waitin' for the day the Warriors fall***** you all, the King won't rise from the throneYou peasents in the background tryin' to throw stonesSon I send my grey knights to pick out grave sitesDouble-barrel at ya show, fake nigga caught stage frightKidna like a cage fight, shake it up, spray like SpriteYou never been a thug a day in ya lifeYou rap timid, act like you afraid of the micI come from the street, corners and buildings, play them at nightSo I'm used to makin' split decisionsIn front of the judge, I'ma plead the fifth amendmentMy lawyer's great, next best thing to CochraneI pop men, plus I'm mad nice in boxin'[Chorus 4X: Fes Taylor]It's the year of the Two 4 and I declare warThat's what we here for, we here for[Fes Taylor]Aiyo ask me how badly I need itBadly enough to leave yo badly bleedin'I leave you fags wheezin' with a hole in ya chestPut ya head underwater, you could try holdin' ya breathProfes, yea I'm back in the fleshAnd we really pop guns, y'all just act on the setRemember son, this is real life, you rap to a T.V. trackI'm rated R, they probably P.G. thatI'm beefin' for every fan out there that's unsatisfiedEverything ain't the shit, son, like it's advertisedDon't believe everything you read in them magazinesMost mics be given to niggaz who be havin' CREAMMean that everything is a pay off, even D.J. spinsLike they're scared to let the P.J.'s inI'ma bust down the door if it takes my life to do itThen so be it, we got problems, I'm part of the solution[Chorus 4X][Fes Taylor]Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yoIf you my peoples then stand upSentiment too evil to a snitch if I'm handcuffedWhat? Oh, I'm what hip-hop's missin'My proof is my music, all you gotta do is stop, listen, kidCan you hear that? It's the sound of The GreatOut of state in Seattle with the Mariners platesWhen L.I.S. had the Marilyn gateI used to sit, Carolyn carryin' cake to Larry and bakeI'm *****in' the city, might as well marry the stateFes Taylor got a soft spot for fatties and waistsYo it's serious, I ain't the best period, name who isMy niggaz gon' change the biz, my niggaz gon' raid ya fridgeWe ain't eatin' right, act like we ain't got a place to liveIf I'm broke then, how I'm gon' raise my kid?I grind hard, so he don't go the way I did[Chorus 4X]
