Undeclared Wars (feat. Bond & Vordul Mega)

We in the Backwoodz Studioz twisting up buds and We in the Backwoodz Studioz twisting up buds and We in the Backwoodz Studioz twisting up buds and Rappers with beauty pageants drop tapes like Bin Laden Look at these rappers like beauty pageant drop tapes like Bin Laden Drop tapes like Bin Laden, NSAs and attaches, let the cast hit play Everything is politics, dirty tricks, military industrial cliques Reveal the triple-six, guess what it's all fixed Like playing chess, blacks versus whites Rich and poor undeclared wars, chickens come home to roost Two dutches one loose, red handlings Wild geese, cops off the leash, no peace Them is the poems in the cemetery, molesters in the seminary Babylon got weary, so my appearance very merry Off the ships could bury, got a little house on the prairie Smell the roses, pop the cherry, smash through the looking glass Cheshire Cat off the hat, smack 'em fast with a bottle of sour Maps, flags at half mast, come through with air fast Crush your supporting cast, high in the friendly skies Tight guys crack wising, kevlar shooting Take names like the court clerk, shots bust like stenography Gunman's in staccato, mulatto vatos playing straight shot lotto Congrats, and todays grand prize, won a slave of the month Gentlemen ready your blunts We the Backwoodz Studioz twisting up buds and woods From hoods where young ones snatching goods And everyone acting fool, we just can't live Travel road, bruise blacks with blues We'd rather ravage crews, instead of losing they clapping too We been through it, for freestyle in cold winters on corners Til mom flipping, sick of the warrants, have the cops At your door, four in the morning, but I ain't even at my mom's Crib, somewhere else waking up yawning, mind's whirling From last night got high as, trying to get by with Our little bit of bucks, living in the slums, but locked In the belly of the beast, gotta hold yours Like steady them beats, we humble Wide heads had they cakes Living in the belly of the beast, gotta Hold yours like steady and release, we humble Wild heads have they cake and eat, we got a gun Just a piece and there ain't no peace Til they take away the murderers and brutalities Of police, til then I'mma watch for the slow leak And hold heat, forever rap this music for my soul's peace Hired on the western front, civil war We gon' leave rappers with stumps Your frown got fat like they clumps Black might take your queen in two jumps We did the hump, rival crew best prepare For mechanized warfare, we do it in the trenches Lieutenant corporal of the benches Thinking it's about weed and bare shits and giggles We playing fiddles with smoke over Rome Pull you from the throne, sic semper tyrannis Rap madness, looking like Michael Trying to be the baddest, shit just looked comical Like a fat bitch with the monocle, my rap book The chronicle, spliff geometry conical Against the grain with Dutch strains tropical If niggas only knew, I be more broke than you Just smoke better, but fuck it I autograph with That letter, to me it's whatever, we can go Paper-view at the Staple cener, Madison Square Or the Gobi Desert, get your crew together What you gon' need to be than just clever All blues is is mo' better, sung through stormy weather