Poetic Killa, Chris Rivers, Scars - Lyrical Warfare lyrics

We the motherfuckin' soul assassins
Flow is golden yeah the coldest rappin'
Scarz, Rivers and Poeyeah you
Know what's happenin'
Souls I'm snatchin'motherfucker yeah
We closin caskets lit up a blunt then I told
'em to go throw the matches ahh!
Laughin' through the coldest of moments
Still holdin' composure standin' tall
The noblest soldier chip on my shoulder
Nah you're fuckin' shoulders is broken
Shovel with the Devil cause you
Sold your soul for exposure sucker!
So keep playin' your part
What you made from it now bitch
I made from the start
Ways I was taughtyou ain't seen
The days that I've marched
And my bars are cutting edge shit
Is state of the art yeah!
And every part of me crazy
Started not to give a fuck cause
The drama don't pay me scarred and deranged
Here to fuckin' slaughter 'em daily
You is a motherfuckin' clown bunch
Of Barnum & Baileys ahh!

Wha, what they facin'? Ly, Lyrical warfare
Rap, rappers I'm bound to slay
Come through destroy you and your weak crew
Wh, Wha, What you gonna do?
Wha, what they facin'? Ly, Lyrical warfare
Rap, rappers I'm bound to slay
Come through destroy you and your weak crew
Wh, Wha, What you gonna do?

Lyrical warfare the syllables walk here
Stockton fully loaded with this
Pivotal talk here
Got snipers in the verbs to hit
The herbs with the forced snare
Or blow your fuckin' brains out
With minimal thoughts here, check it!
There ain't no section flexin' weapons
When they lips go separate
Stretchin' all these niggas second guessin'
My two lips aggression pause!
Ain’t no fixed election
Trump cards get rip projections
Fist injections aiming at your jaws
And teeth in six directions lord!
I been dedicating passion elevated rappin'
Past the point of celebratin' trap
Is all that ever happens
I’ve done demonstrated actions that
Could penetrate facts and
Separate the wack shit like
A surgical extraction
It’s, Dr rivers conscious
Start headlockin' niggas
Drop a quitter quicker then mustaches
Drops from Amish niggas
No disrespect to Amish rock it
Like a comet hit ya
Only fuck with Nostradamus prophets i
Can’t comment with ya, rivers!

Wha, what they facin'? Ly, Lyrical warfare
Rap, rappers I'm bound to slay
Come through destroy you and your weak crew
Wh, Wha, What you gonna do?
Wha, what they facin'? Ly, Lyrical warfare
Rap, rappers I'm bound to slay
Come through destroy you and your weak crew
Wh, Wha, What you gonna do?

Look, armed with an arsenal loaded
With arms and weaponry
Prepared to dissemble any artist that
Wants to step to me
Thus to be prepared runnin’ scared better
Fear the breath of me
Aimed and ready to pop like a
Coil that’s gets to testin' me
Bring out the best of me, pressing
Ingesting the recipe
Deathly, every artist the hardest till
They step to me why?
Because they less than me and it
Be the death of me
If every artist can see me if
Scarz doesn’t leave with their eyes
Machine guns, hammers blaze
Land mines and hand grenades
The way I spit they’re gonna
Have memorials and damn parades
These other rappers spit I swear
To God it’s boring me
Cause Scarz will swarm the game like
The beaches back in Normandy
Cause, I be spittin’ bars with facts
The fakest they can’t stand to hear
Cause Scarz be goin' harder with
More ammo than a bandolier
Artists say that they can match but
Face to face their lips quivers
This a fuckin’ army, Poetic
Scarz and Chris Rivers

Ra, ra, rap, rappers I'm bound to slay
Ra, ra, rap, rappers I'm bound
Bou, bou, bou, bound to slay
Lyrical Warfare!