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  • f/ Organized Konfusion
  • "War Games"
  • "War Games"
  • Intro: O.C.
  • Uh yeah uh uh uh
  • What, Crooklyn Dodger Number 2
  • O.C., yeah back in the scene mutha*****a
  • Me and Premo, you know, East New York
  • Bushwick, Bedstuy, and all those good places
  • [O.C.]
  • Yo
  • My main frame, discipline like a soldier
  • Ready for war, pushups get my chest swoll up
  • What's the deal Preme? I mean the scaze
  • I think I got it locked in nigga, War Games is the theme
  • Rap commando, what's my handle
  • O.C. ample to rock shit
  • Battle niggas who pop shit
  • Green bareen thought slicka
  • I'm one step ahead, slide thru enemy lines like a black ack figga
  • Camouflage, runnin thru you zone with detection
  • Cuz the dark skinned marksmen
  • Run thru your section
  • Flesh ya bones, physical built like titanium
  • Bugs cover my grill like Iranians
  • Ill gorilla so called killas
  • I fear no man but Allah, for the god is he is still in us
  • The Renaissance Man, I roll with real like grenade
  • sharp like gem stars
  • Cause massive scars
  • O.C.'s all in it, dope I've been for years
  • Now I'm back in the scene, and I declare War Games
  • I bust off like a M-16
  • Rippin thru screens from head to toe, blood soak up your jeans
  • Rap veteran, earn my stripes, faught wars
  • Opposing forces, would O.C. take losses?
  • Naucious, you feelin kinda like throwing up
  • Cautious, watch ya step, land rhymes blowin up
  • Havin a pity for foes, ***** G.I. Joe
  • He's a sucker, slap the taste outta wild mother*****as
  • Design a rhyme, like a plan for the government
  • Six Million like Steve Austin, costin
  • Apprehended if I am
  • In times and my body will erupt *explosion*
  • M-16 tapecatin, voids filled with ammo
  • Bust it through a crowd, a ***** nigga sing soprano
  • When I get you in the square, then I end you career
  • All MC's lets make one thing clear
  • You're all the same, I will remain, ***** the fame
  • Feelin the lane to shoot, I declare War Games
  • Chorus 2X: Organized Konfusion (Pharoahe Monch & Prince Poetry)
  • I declare War Games
  • For niggas who flaunt figgas for more fame
  • Gorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to ammo
  • With fire proof camouflage and power
  • [O.C.]
  • Precise pinpoint it, pull it, when I ***** back
  • This here rap will slap you and your team, and that bad *****
  • Sleaves from my uncut, raw like cope
  • Preme dig up boys, roll up and smoke
  • Then toge it, back to B.I.
  • See I can do this, I'm professional
  • Too much weight to weigh any style
  • Dutch Master superior blend, inhale me right
  • Young Phillies take a toke of my rap, and get the
  • Willies para-
  • Noid, niggas all non void
  • ***** with O.C., get your life destroyed
  • Like a marine, I'm a trained rap killing machine
  • Fiend to rock a mic, set from New York to New Orleans
  • Over seas I conquer, rough like blanca
  • Love to eat actors, gotta take for drama
  • When I flow I get comatose
  • In my own world
  • From the first verse, you saw my plan unfurl
  • I mean team same name, never change
  • My ammo is the demo competition on the mic
  • War Games
  • "War Games" (5X)

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