Celph Titled - All Out War lyrics

(Verse 1: Bob Balans) This is all out war with a fallout sure to cause a backlash I'll bash in your f**ing face, I don't stab backs Trends attacking rappers with a thirst for blood Submerge your body in a river shoved in a Persian rug Eternal come for curtains, that's a certainty Leaving third degree burns from these first degree murder sprees Earning me and my verse and these words global praise I throw grenades when I flow and set the show ablaze A fire bug for hire shrugging a cop off Plug in the micro bomb, soft c*nts to compost We from a long lost planet where rap is real Still intact and untapped by the ma** appeal Market, LC spark and blast targets Master the craft and kick it raw like a carca** Lyrical Commission's carving a path with (something)blades We roll deeper in the streets than a motorcade (Verse 2: brad strut) I'm barely breathing, bleeding, heart rate increasing It's fire stakes, I can't take fakes and thieves And past mistakes seep in through the gaps of my armour Aint nothing what it seems as I battle with snake charmers Paint you a portrait, I got a sword, just not cautious, do what I want My squads forces hard to handle like a grenade on detonation Rock the candles, a parade of devastation Defend the nation while I step inside your earlobes And carve you split of slick spits and I don't fear no man You need heroes, all I want is beer, blow some weed and type speech Some beats and reap zero, disrespect, I hinder reps with heavy burden Get in your head, and leave you left for dead, they're calling curtains This sh**'s superb in your Car or Walkman, go stalking an important Public figure's son is a slick a**a**inator, four fours caught in an elixir Sworn to fascinate you with scorn joining the mix, it's life and d**h In this business, it's kind of sad, but I define my track with d**h scriptures (Verse 3: Celph Titled) There ain't a mother f**er been in more fights than me OG's in my hood ain't got more stripes than me Celph Titled is known to tote but when I ain't packing I keep a buck fifty so we can get it cracking And if you throw slugs, you better pray they graze your chin You said you had an infrared, but that was just a laser pen Just the site of me will make you strain to breathe I shoot till I'm satisfied, I aim to please And you ain't got more ammo than me, with clips there's no contender In my house we keep gun oil in liquid soap dispensers You shouldn't let your mouth flap, cause I'm a put you under And I ain't talking about the Outback In New York I'm grungy, In Australia, I'm Dundee Cooking barbecue with just the smoke from my gun heat People get comfy with a pillow in the face The Demigodz and the Commission filling body bags by the case (Verse 4: Brad Strut) The world leaves the forgotten to lurk in the waste That's why I don't trust, I hurdle through space With a thrust and peril is safe from the payback Cause where I stay you fight for a placemat And I don't say cat, cause where I grew up that meant f*ggot But I do leaves tracks po'wed and flattered Staked in habit, daggered, when I unsheathe the mic from the scabbard And uphold the standard cause your fates borrowed So check the horrid scars on your face and forehead In hostile territory like foreign emba**y LC start a war, now we're the common enemy Execute you to a tight schedule Get the general, the rest are expendable Melt ya, every decibel held ya in a molten tank Until it's over your scalp and there's nothing left for burial Your aluminum in the smolder stay crushed, the heavy fuel Expels the metal shells in your shoulder Arial a**ault leave you pumped like a propeller