Dagger$ - "Dead Syriaous" (War On Words) lyrics

[Verse 1: Dagger$] Underworld worker, underestimated// Tongue wresting pros, I'm here for the undertaking// Stone Cold Stunner, will be engraved in// A n***a tombstone, yo, let me rephrase this// Started from the Rock Bottom, on some Drake sh**// Unemployed worker, look at what I'm facing// A big a** joint rolled, stress I can't take it// I'm so outta touch, with a screen application// I done practiced patience, to the point it's second nature// I ain't losing sleep, my bed been made up// While I'm out here, say the hustler's prayer// It's my birthday, but it ain't, belated// Icing these flows, the booth escaped-ed// Inciting riots, no points of exclamation// Hate from all angles, obtuse, adjacent// A war on words, sign the declaration// [Hook: Dagger$] I, declare, a war with words!//(Ugh!) So, let, me go and bomb first!//(Ugh!) Rat-Tat!-Tat!-Tat!// Scatting with my raps!//(Repeat) [Verse 2: Dagger$] f** with me, you know I'm plotting// A million in counting, a hired accountant, a lawyer who's a quarter Italian// High off contact, no pounding, off the chain, no medallion // Off the brain, and the noggin, high like cavemen in mountains// Wit Trippy sticks and rock solid, that's hot boy sh**, spark the fire!// I f**s wit Skee cuz he copping, I gotta stretch all my dollars// Ninety-six Impala, on my wall, I don't got it// Yes sir attorneys private, Como Nike Foamposites// Bazooka bubble gum artist, you can't hit a moving target// Ya body of work embalming, bury it, where's the coffin?// Wit roses and hatchets tossed in, a chairman, you just stalling// A fair man, you just token, I'm sick with this yeah, atrocious// Too modest to say I'm boasting, I'm da dirty needle poked in// Arms, with veins showing, meaning, that I'm the dopest!// From here on (h**n), let that sh** soak in, dear Jon, Dear Jon, yeah I'm wanted// Dead or alive with a muthaf**ing conscience!// [Hook: Dagger$] Copyright © 2013 The Genius vs. Ingenious Publishing. All Rights Reserved