Louis Logic - Ready For War lyrics

[Intro Sample] (x4) Everybody know what I'm saying From here to the Himalayan [Louis Logic] Charlie Bawles, Louis Logic & Mister Jason [Verse 1: Charlie Bawles] Yo, I slay kids off the head, bang chicks on kegs Always stay spitting flames, repping Cambridge till I'm dead My language is that of a cat that's paid dues Drank too many brews and got shanked in ‘92 Now I rhyme for dudes that can't comprehend what I been through Try to live their lives through the things that my pen do Mental too strong to get distracted by thongs I rap to a song and burn y'all like hash in a bong Thrashing a Fonz wannabee, thinking they cool Reach for the tool to show y'all I'm lethal to crews I'm a teacher to fools, speak rules, slang hard Lame squads try to sell their soul, then blame God When the gang's barred from my inner circle of folks Treated like Urkel, purple while I'm jerking your throat Always got a verse you can quote, show my true colors Charlie Bawles, Skitzofreniks, {{Emcees?} } Brew Brothers, mother-what? [Intro Sample] (x2) [Chorus 1: Charlie Bawles] (A one) Run ya gums, y'all can all get done (A two) Coming through, it's the Brothers of Brew (A three) With Mr. Jason banging the beat (A four) Charlie Bawles comes ready for war [Verse 2: Louis Logic] What y'all want, an apology? For the way I swat emcees stopping me On the street so they can drop a free From stinking like they snacking on some rotten cheese And eating sh** sandwiches The only way you'll be rapping is with bandages My fist damages retards and splits your face in When I sit and wait in the bushes by your crib with Mister Jason Sipping straight gin, smart n***as drink hard liquor Our scriptures can't be reproduced like dark pictures Another Louis Logic and Charlie Bawles mixture That makes your sweet squad's tickers race and be far quicker The hard-hitters that spar with ya like jail yard n***as And scar figures like a shark bit-cha And leave y'all sicker than a dinner date with Adolf Hitler Step up in your face and start wit-cha Cause when I orchestrate an awful way to scar your face with razors It's beautiful, like them large lips on dark sisters [Intro Sample] (x2) [Chorus 2: Louis Logic] (A one) Running your guns and your onion gets lumped (A two) It's Louis Logic with the Brothers of Brew (A three) Mister Jason puts the heat to the beat (A four) Sword draws for y'all who ain't ready for war [Verse 3: Charlie Bawles] I never waste time on who*es, I straight bone Don't even work for dimes no more, like pay phones I break bones, shake zones, stomp all you fake clones Got a mental bank full of poems, y'all should take loans Snakes roam through the gra**, pursuing the cash Me and Louis make tracks that'll ruin they staff Got Harmon k**ebrew in the back, banging the drum sticks Next to the accomplice, we bomb kids, who wants it? [Verse 4: Louis Logic] Honest to God, I promised your squad That my worst verse would burst like bombs in Riyadh Disperse shards and spray, a supernova of Chardonnay That may land you a thousand yards away So it's smart to stay indoors and seek refuge ‘Cause if we catch you [amuck?], it's a three-piece special One punch from a fist, one lump from a kick And a bottle to your nogging f you're not pumping my sh** [Chorus 1: Charlie Bawles] [Chorus 2: Louis Logic]