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O.C. lyrics : "War Games"

(feat. Organized Konfusion)

"War Games"

"War Games"
[Intro: O.C.]
Uh yeah uh uh uh

What, Crooklyn Dodger Number 2
O.C., yeah back in the scene mutha$#&@a
Me and Premo, you know, East New York

Bushwick, Bedstuy, and all those good places

[O.C.]

Yo
My main frame, discipline like a soldier
Ready for war, pushups get my chest swoll up

What's the deal Preme? I mean the scaze
I think I got it locked in ^!$$%, War Games is the theme
Rap commando, what's my handle

O.C. ample to rock %#@!
Battle ^!$$%s who pop %#@!
Green bareen thought slicka

I'm one step ahead, slide thru enemy lines like a black ack figga
Camouflage, runnin thru you zone with detection
Cuz the dark skinned marksmen

Run thru your section
Flesh ya bones, physical built like titanium
Bugs cover my grill like Iranians

Ill gorilla so called killas
I fear no man but Allah, for the god is he is still in us
The Renaissance Man, I roll with real like grenade

sharp like gem stars
Cause massive scars
O.C.'s all in it, dope I've been for years

Now I'm back in the scene, and I declare War Games

I bust off like a M-16

Rippin thru screens from head to toe, blood soak up your jeans
Rap veteran, earn my stripes, faught wars
Opposing forces, would O.C. take losses?

Naucious, you feelin kinda like throwing up
Cautious, watch ya step, land rhymes blowin up
Havin a pity for foes, $#&@ G.I. Joe

He's a sucker, slap the taste outta wild mother$#&@as
Design a rhyme, like a plan for the government
Six Million like Steve Austin, costin

Apprehended if I am
In times and my body will erupt *explosion*
M-16 tapecatin, voids filled with ammo

Bust it through a crowd, a (*##$ ^!$$% sing soprano
When I get you in the square, then I end you career
All MC's lets make one thing clear

You're all the same, I will remain, $#&@ the fame
Feelin the lane to shoot, I declare War Games


[Chorus x2: Organized Konfusion (Pharoahe Monch & Prince Poetry)]
I declare War Games
For ^!$$%s who flaunt figgas for more fame

Gorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to ammo
With fire proof camouflage and power


[O.C.]
Precise pinpoint it, pull it, when I @@#! back
This here rap will slap you and your team, and that bad (*##$

Sleaves from my uncut, raw like cope
Preme dig up boys, roll up and smoke
Then toge it, back to B.I.

See I can do this, I'm professional
Too much weight to weigh any style
Dutch Master superior blend, inhale me right

Young Phillies take a toke of my rap, and get the
Willies para-
Noid, ^!$$%s all non void

$#&@ with O.C., get your life destroyed
Like a marine, I'm a trained rap killing machine
Fiend to rock a mic, set from New York to New Orleans

Over seas I conquer, rough like blanca
Love to eat actors, gotta take for drama
When I flow I get comatose
In my own world
From the first verse, you saw my plan unfurl

I mean team same name, never change
My ammo is the demo competition on the mic
War Games

"War Games" [x5]

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