7L & Esoteric - This Is War lyrics

(feat. Army Of The Pharoahs)

[Vinnie Paz Talking]

Yeah yeah, it's Vinnie Paz daddy

Fuckin' Jedi Mind Tricks

7L ES King Syze, Outerspace

AOTP what's the fuckin' deal

Yeah, we mob on you muthafuckas

Eh yo Warchild, take these muthafuckas to war cousin

[Crypt The Warchild]

It's the army cocksuckas' abandon shit

We spit sharp spot rushes that'll damage cliques

Rip hearts squash fucker take a laugh at it

Bloody bath activist feel the wrath of Crypt

Hungry ass hooligans'll strike passionate

Basket case, used to not havin' shit

Maskin' tape, used to block passages

Until you're forced to stop breathin' on paralysis

I'm cancerous cold-blooded battlest

Pass the fifth, Hen makes me hazardous

You're average, no way to challenge this

Ravenous scorchin' fire acidness

Every move made precise I'ma strategist

Rock the world to the point where it's axisless

No point to even learn what a atlas is

AOTP get it correct we smash shit

[Esoteric]

We underground where the roaches at

Corrosive explosive like Sosa's bat

I'm feelin' like one of baseballs greats in this shit

Cuz I make kids purpose second nature to spit

Talk shit you got smacked cuz you shouldn't a spoke

Now when cats say you real dog they put it in quotes

I stay fly aim high like white puttin' up coke

We keep shit official like couples that woulda' elope

We give the, press the scare like Jason Blair

Pharaohs treat you like an infidel so fuckin' say your prayers

I snatch up crews line em up like braided hair

They cornrows, basically you'd rather face the chair

I'ma, mastermind with a, axe to grind

Chiro, pratic lines, put ya, back in line

Opinionated muthafuckas who got some shit to say

They will voice it in the booth like it's election day

[Chorus x2: Vinnie Paz]

This is war cousin, we got shit on smash

7L ES on a run for the cash

Yo this is war daddy, and I'm controllin' the fam

Are shit dope like coke without holdin' a gram

[King Syze]

Yo, some say I'm gifted

I write rhymes in less than twenty minutes

Impressin' the critiques when I'm boss an apprentice

I see the future, within extensive vision

I put this fuckin' track in the, intensive division

King Syze, to all a y'all in case y'all didn't notice

I wrote this, talkin' roaches till my heads swollen

I'ma needle in the vein spittin' the daily dosage

Like T.O. I scream on encroaches

If the game plan ain't goin' my way, I threaten to leave

If we leave man the crowd goes to set or to sleep

Who's better than me, diamonds'll be testin' the teeth

My specialty feast, tell you were the feminists speech

A pessimist beast, ya glass is half empty

Put the, hang up on paper put ya crowd in a frenzy

I could chop off my brain, pass it out to many

Only a chosen few would know how to use it dog if any

[Planetary]

The verb specialist armed and dangerous

Ain't happy till I know you feelin' the pain from this

Till you bleedin' in buckets we all beef and ruckus

We are the fact in rap you ain't gone see nothin'

No royalties, no promotion

I could talk that shit on front, I got you open

Illegal alien floatin' motion is uncontrollable

Sorta' like Christ, with the power to snatch souls from you

Ya whole spirit collapse ya brain fried

Spittin' darts the pharaohs come at you from eight sides

Esoteric and Vinnie got semis from Celph Titled

Space throw grenades King Syze got the rifles

Call Ap, when he react you fallin' back

Cheap pack and hop on the next flight to scrap

We made it happen now, backpackers go wild

Cuz space is the place to put a cramp in your style

[Chorus x2]