Omegah Red aka Poison Flowerz - Book of War lyrics

Verse 1: Big Les You see these rhymes comin' from a young boy, straight out the hood of Shaolin That's the S-T-A-T-E-N, Staten Island What's with the profilin' and stylin' Apparently everybody got some diamonds This is why my day gets brightened See I could murder souls without even tryin' Or without bein' violent, huh, fightin' So it really matters what environment you apply in 'Cuz I admire minds of people who were inspired By greats up next to Christ and Excitin' seven lighters, it's on fire This is why my day gets brighter Like the Ghost Rider, havin' to wear biters I'm venomous, like spiders, with twenty five vipers With a sniper, aimed at your girl, you still won't revive her I advised her to get rid of the tiger And you too, so I had to renew my deuce deuce Bars, multiply by two (plus twenty five) That's sixty nine bars aimed at your dude and you too Sixty nine bars for murder, once in a blue moon No problem k**in' two dudes, to Moon And back down to Earth, before they're gone too soon I'll wait until you move, wait two, and a half days to shoot at the four boots That's two pairs of shoes Now there's nothing for you to do Tie a AUX cord around your necks, have to make y'all use bluetooth Found out it was too huge Or too new, for two dudes Due to, a change in the atmosphere Slits in the wrist so fast it's blue, or how that appears sh**, 2016 was a disastrous year But now it's oughta be a badder year I mean better, whatever I'm too clever Air blown all over just like pressure I might get cheddar, while I wear a sweater Made out of feathers Spillin' all my pop while I'm in a wine cellar Since OOOUUU, my mind's better Now I must decide whether I could write letters To right fellas About how I'm type jealous Publish it as a book, and might sell it Then hide before they might get a Little stressed out, like 19 chimpanzees Debatin' on which ones could get to eat They should chill like the Yankees Come back the next year, a little less cranky And get fancy, dance around in pink panties Then the team should split up, Indians and Pakistanis And maybe leave their home base, home place, to bandwagon like KD That's not me, but everybody still hates me Like I care what you guys think, y'all the boats, I'm a tsunami I'll make y'all sink And tear apart your Lil Yachty's, and your Lil Uzi's Cuz' I'm crazy like Lil Boosie I'll take out anybody, post it on the 'Tube, like Fousey But it won't be clickbait, it'll be some real ish But promote it 'till it uploads, and then I will reveal it Cut you, open up the wound, that's some deep sh** Take you to the hospital, they wouldn't treat it, even though you need it For all you fake Shady's please stand up, just kidding you please sit 'Cuz there's real or there's fake, there's never nothin' ever between it If I ever say it, best believe I mean it I'll rip you into pieces 'Cuz I'm the undefeated genius Make you Beat It You don't meet my criteria, read it You'll see the Lord in me, the messiah, but not Jesus