Tech N9ne - Verbal Warfare lyrics

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko] It's on on sight, run to the light Touch mics and fight for your life Ooh yeah, this is verbal warfare Maybe you're crazy enough to go there! [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] I don't mean to be pompous but I guess I really do When I say you're never gonna be me, n***a! Cause you gotta give everything and be ready to lose it all In the battle and you freely give another a lot of support and you be on the ground! ?Brother, you're not up for sure to meet you on the down? Cover the gossip of the war, be with the clown, n***a Ordered the shot and reportedly plotted the hound Ask your rabbi why they turned me the bad guy Blast they a**, fly to your noodle like patai Baskin' as I wickedly stab thy Crab that had my name and is met the last sight If you're trippin' with Nina then I'mma shoot ya n***a, f** a rifle, I do it with the bazooka A lot of motherf**ers they be softer than a luffa So I wipe my a** with 'em and then I smoke a hookah Yes, I'm runnin' low on my serotonin And my norepinephrine, I swear an omen Is comin', I murder you s**ers who's baritone And thinkin' they higher than Nina when they Gary Coleman I k** 'em! In a verbal battle I fill 'em, they riddled with bullets 5-6 Villain, might give 'em a ha**le If they f**in' with Nina and Raskal! Never givin' 'em any kinda mercy when I be servin' em If anybody wanna come with it, then I'mma murder 'em Anybody f**in' with Nina? I never heard of 'em And if he does, I bet you never speak another word of him... After me, I'm a catastrophy When I'm finished, you're layin' below the ?past to? see What'll happen if a n***a wanna clash with me! I be k**in' 'em and that's the way it has to be! [Chorus] [Verse 2: The Raskal] I'm on the warpath, you motherf**ers shakin' I'm a gladiator, you don't know who you facin' I'm gonna go till d**h, I can hear your heart racin' I ain't scared for you lames, I ain't playin' Hit you subliminal with ?defendable? syllable The original general was a literal criminal Now I'm k**in' 'em digital, I'm fillin' the minimal Can't be winnin' because I'm leavin' 'em critical YEAH! You want it with me You better man the f** up, be prepared to bleed I come through a battle starrin', yes, indeed I go in like I ain't ate in weeks You're never the same I'm choppin' them thangs, I'm poppin' at rage You think I'm deranged? I'm thinkin' I'm sane You think it's a game, although had an break! I don't think the same, I don't run against the grain Knock 'em out the frame while I'm spittin' these flames Get this verbal machinegun, pumpin' through my veins Give a f** who you are, I don't need no names I hit your grey matter, squeeze and spray it to you My team that makes scatter so f** these fake rappers Mumbling little G's get cheese like ?they're pecker? Attack The Raskal, best believe we stay factors YEAH! I'mma murder this sh** I got an RPG with my verbal equipped You wanna talk about me, yeah, you're gonna be clipped I'll put you in the ground, it's affirmative, b**h! I got it all to gain and nothin' to lose You got me to blame, I don't have to explain You can see the gauge and it's pumpin' shells I'm here to maim, are you not entertained? [Chorus] [Verse 3: Twista] Like entertainment for the emperor Get served a subpoena for enterin' into the arena Comin' like I'm a marine, a machine, I'm a demon And Nina, we neither are conscious or fittin' my demeanor King Leonidas, if he invite us, then he'll fight us Up in the auditorium of the emporium Or we will murder and ma**acre enemies whenever they up for challengin' a battle valedictorian Verbal split 'em in critical like it's political Your artillery k**in' me, it's kinda pitiful Who let you enter the octogon with the lyrical? Cause I'm takin' in it to proportions that'll be biblical Catastrophic, any move I'm makin' is pivotal Spiritual, ain't no subliminal, my cloak ain't invisible Violent individual, triumphant whenever I'm Challengin', I'm throwin' a javelin and I'mma get at you General and a sergeant when I'm marchin' I'm carvin' through the competition like I was heartless H2's in the garages, goin' to war regardless And we gon' be comin' through with barrages And I'mma get Tech and speed it up if I have to Arizona when I heat it up with The Raskal A .50 Caliber for any challenger with the style of a soldier Like Galactica when I blast you Open fire whenever I'm hired for lyrical warfare Throwin' a verbal grenade Man on a mission with ammunition in a position To get commission if I k** 'em and blow 'em away Try to come in here actin' like a fool, I'mma do ya Show my gratitude with the attitude of a Ruger If you die, who the hell care? It's verbal warfare: I pop one into your medulla! [Chorus]