Lyrics

V1:

Verbal War intensifies, twin nines called geminis
We dont see Eye to Eye so I let my shit fly
My war cry erupts volcanic vocabulary
Make all you rap niggas go grab your dictionaries
You fairies aint scary, smack the jizz from your jaw
Turn your open mic nights into monday night raw
Each line from my lips, stay hot to def
Cool breezes watch for hooks and get dropped from a left
Blessed collab joints, solos and more
You bring that thunder shit, Ill drop the hammer like Thor
Fuck your corp, turn Marines to Crack fiends
Shakin in alleys with fecal matter in they jeans
My team, street soldiers, heat holders no doubt
Where ya skills at nigga? Punch the taste from ya mouth
Laid out like aborted babies, aint none of yawl niggas crazy
Your statements about 380's aint shit but lies and maybe
You may be the illest here, but im from over there
and everybody who thought you hot, you cant find em nowhere
I spit since 86 and I seen a lot of shit
and not one muthafucka impressing that nigga Gripp
Split that cat's lip, remove his vocal cords
Cause he spits butter knives and he claims he swings swords

Chorus:

My East Coast niggas are ready for war
My West Coast niggas are ready for war
My Dirty South niggas are ready for war
My North Coast niggas are ready for war (x2)

V2:

The verbal samurai, decapitate you niggas
Get you covering your mouth quicker than a geisha when she giggle
six figures, spit quicker than your average emcee
who I be? Smokey G. Triad society
Wanna-be's stalkin me, but masters theyll never be
Crush economies with lyrical sodomy
Decimate colonies of emcees who lack quality
you wanna battle me? You'll lose like the lottery
Debauchery of mainstream, kill commercialism
take the blinginest rapper, give him a mouthful of jizm
Triad Terrorism lets you never forget me
Im jumpin out of vans with eight asians with machetes
You wet me? Never happen. I bang like rival factions
and nigga, if you deaf, 'fuck you' in closed captions
subtract ya like fractions for my satisfaction
my rhymes melt ya flesh like battery acid
Blaze the hash-ish and pass it, we can all get high
Real niggaz do or die, peep the red in my eyes
No lies, im so real that you muthafuckas fear it
and fuck emcees who dont write their own lyrics
You clear it, I create it. Your clout? You just fake it
Your back? I break it til you straught dilapidated
I raid it like SWAT bustin up your drug spot
and with a name like Water Mark, its gotta be hot

Chorus