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Текст песни O.C. f Organized Konfusion - War Games

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"War Games" "War Games"Intro: O.C.Uh yeah uh uh uhWhat, Crooklyn Dodger Number 2O.C., yeah back in the scene muthafuckaMe and Premo, you know, East New YorkBushwick, Bedstuy, and all those good places[O.C.]YoMy main frame, discipline like a soldierReady for war, pushups get my chest swoll upWhat`s the deal Preme? I mean the scazeI think I got it locked in nigga, War Games is the themeRap commando, what`s my handleO.C. ample to rock shitBattle niggas who pop shitGreen bareen thought slickaI`m one step ahead, slide thru enemy lines like a black ack figgaCamouflage, runnin thru you zone with detectionCuz the dark skinned marksmenRun thru your sectionFlesh ya bones, physical built like titaniumBugs cover my grill like IraniansIll gorilla so called killasI fear no man but Allah, for the god is he is still in usThe Renaissance Man, I roll with real like grenadesharp like gem starsCause massive scarsO.C.`s all in it, dope I`ve been for yearsNow I`m back in the scene, and I declare War GamesI bust off like a M-16Rippin thru screens from head to toe, blood soak up your jeansRap veteran, earn my stripes, faught warsOpposing forces, would O.C. take losses?Naucious, you feelin kinda like throwing upCautious, watch ya step, land rhymes blowin upHavin a pity for foes, fuck G.I. JoeHe`s a sucker, slap the taste outta wild motherfuckasDesign a rhyme, like a plan for the governmentSix Million like Steve Austin, costinApprehended if I amIn times and my body will erupt *explosion*M-16 tapecatin, voids filled with ammoBust it through a crowd, a bitch nigga sing sopranoWhen I get you in the square, then I end you careerAll MC`s lets make one thing clearYou`re all the same, I will remain, fuck the fameFeelin the lane to shoot, I declare War GamesChorus 2X: Organized Konfusion (Pharoahe Monch & Prince Poetry)I declare War GamesFor niggas who flaunt figgas for more fameGorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to ammoWith fire proof camouflage and power[O.C.]Precise pinpoint it, pull it, when I cock backThis here rap will slap you and your team, and that bad bitchSleaves from my uncut, raw like copePreme dig up boys, roll up and smokeThen toge it, back to B.I.See I can do this, I`m professionalToo much weight to weigh any styleDutch Master superior blend, inhale me rightYoung Phillies take a toke of my rap, and get theWillies para-Noid, niggas all non voidFuck with O.C., get your life destroyedLike a marine, I`m a trained rap killing machineFiend to rock a mic, set from New York to New OrleansOver seas I conquer, rough like blancaLove to eat actors, gotta take for dramaWhen I flow I get comatoseIn my own worldFrom the first verse, you saw my plan unfurlI mean team same name, never changeMy ammo is the demo competition on the micWar Games"War Games" (5X)

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