[Verse 1:Lance Lucid]
Now my fates on the mic, it's time to get ready for war
Metal plates on my chest along with battle axes and swords
Quit poking my f**ing cage, im not one to entice
f** it, i shoot flames from my hands like I am fire and ice
Now i burn the dollar bill, now i ain't searching for fame
You see me walking towards you, framed, Illuminati, Hussein
Feel the mother f**ing wrath that im about to bestow
I hit your brain at light speed like the sound of a crow
Yeah the worlds in my grasp, domination's bound to happen
Sound the horns, grab the guns, because im sparking off the cannons
Everlasting my name you mother f**ers dropping like flies
f** sitting next to the king malice is my only design
[hook]
Get ready for war now this mother f**ing battles my life
Get the guns get the bullets, it's the way that i write
Get ready for war, im not your mother f**ing foe or your friend
Get the bows get the bullets, im bringing earth to its end
Get ready for war now this mother f**ing battles my life
Get the swords get the shields its the way that i write
Get ready for war, im not your mother f**ing foe or your friend
I bringing the Armageddon, bring this f**ing earth to its end
[Verse 2: Lance Lucid]
Now i wouldn't ask for mercy, so f**ing ask me to stop
I crucify the wicked by tying them on top of a rock
So run along with the flock, you belong in a motherf**ing metropolis
Steady bouncing back on the co*k, you'll never stop the Apocalypse
Now i can exterminate the way you live, but you can't hide
Your a roach on the wall that can't hide, im committing genocide
d**h by a thousand knives, im always on my hustle and grind
Now every evil thought you felt starts connecting with mine
I wouldn't be talking sh** because im just not one to provoke
Im the type of guy to sit back and watch you get strangled and choked
Being real is to the point where i just can't explain it
Gravitated, masturbated, hunting b**hes down because im agitated
Im a martyr with a bullet, mortars k**ing founding fathers
Rhymes going farther, wrote it, quarters, nickles dimes and dollars
The way i spit doesn't even match to my flow
I murder mics and burn pages leaving your f**ing a** in the road!
[Hook]
Get ready for war now this mother f**ing battles my life
Get the guns get the bullets its the way that i write
Get ready for war, cause its just the f**ing way that i live
Get the bows, get the bullets, im about to murder this b**h
Get ready for war because this mother f**ing battles my life
Get the swords get the shields its the way that i write
Get ready for war, im not your mother f**ing foe or your friend
I bring the Armageddon, to bring the f**ing earth to it's end
Get ready for war now this mother f**ing battles my life
Get the bows get the bullets it's the way that I write
Get ready for, im not your mother f**ing foe or your friend
I bring the Armageddon to bring this f**ing earth to its end