Young DSL aka Wodiene, Anarky - Books of War (w/ Anarky) lyrics

Ice Cream cone dreams, make a nigga freeze
Come back to reality and realize
Rapping is the key to be successful
Even though writing is very stressful
You just wait for your time
And wait for opportunities
Get patience for the maintenance
Of your rap career
Hoping your come-up won't be your fall
Just like a stack of beers
It's like working a day shift
And a night shift it's all worth it once you
End up driving nice whips yeah
Nice whips, with the top down
And surround sound
But then it gets cold outside
Like some ice chips
Don't be afraid to take that
Shot if you might miss
Case closed disclosed like
Rollercoaster eyelids
That's x flight no wolverine in the origins
Still feasting on this game with
Beast portions
I can mix and master shit like green potions
For the witch
Burn and she dead like parents of orphans

Being the center of attention
Nobody get's that
I plan to touch J cole's microphone
& bless it
When it comes to talking bout' my lyrics
Don't test it i come in the rap game
Because I am the best fit
Erase his identity, if he try to forsaken me
Chop him, kill em'
Cut em' up & turn him into bacon please
These people have no patience for good lyrics
There's limited good shit
When everybody needs to hear it

At the top of the food chain
With wodiene we so clean
Sit back relax sipping kool aid like codeine
Cause I never been the one to
Grow up from the kid days
But my height took a step up
Soon be like 6'8That's why
I always say I stay on top of the food chain
But I still keep it hidden
Like Batman to Bruce Wayne
They never guess it's me cause
I'm the one man enigma
Keep it moving off the steps cause
I don't have a minute
Many people can't just come
Up from the trenches
Many people stuck sitting on the benches
I'm neither one
Always climbing up in the game
Whether it be rap
Or EA sports I'm rising to the fame
I gotta lot on my mind, more on my shoulders
They look around without helping
Out the soldier
I drop a lot more music when I get older
And keep my lyrics stuffed in
M 9th grade folder

I'm still making sense but these
People say I changed
Either way I get dollars &
Coins it's all the same
Lost a lot of friends to learn
A lesson in the end
That not everybody real and a
Lot are just pretend
Cross me once like a street then
I put you on a leash but cross me again
Like ski mask you will regret
So now I got a 6th sense and
I see blood in the water
Take me to your leader and I'll
Put him up for slaughter

Last few chapters, stay woke young rappers
We blow up like balloons
Nah we blow up like clappers
We flamethrowers and the heat is 451
Team cold like the solar system
But hot as the sun

And that's over 9 thousand on
That super flame shit
Too hot get out the kitchen
And don't complain then
Cause you know we wrecking it
Like Ralph and the glitch
So sick like neyo ain't
Talking bout the matrix
I dodge the start cause I'm
Always starting at the end
These rappers silly string
They all easy to bend

I send that SOS, for anybody on end
Then I type the message to a text
Hit return and send