Art Of War Lyrics – Jasiah
Yo, this the type of *** to make your curb stomp a newborn baby
Goddamn, Jasiah, you on the beat like a crazy washing machine (Yuh, ayy, ayy)
Goddamn (What? What? What? Yuh)
When the beat gon’ drop?
This a art of war, all fair in the hailstorm (Yeah, yeah)
Get your bag, boy, this that *** that keep your head strong (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
This a bad noise, this that *** that keep your head strong (Grra)
Get you’re mad, boy, this that *** that keep your head strong (Pa-pa-pa-pa)
This a art of war, all fair in the hailstorm (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get your bag, boy, this that *** that keep your head strong (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, boom, boom, boom, boom)
This a bad noise, this that *** that keep your head strong (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get you’re mad, boy, this that *** that keep your head strong (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I keep the piece like them peoples in Canada
Throwin’ up guns but I ain’t talkin’ ugala
I get the paper, same color arugula
If it’s a battle, I’m crashing your nebula
Angel of Death, better known as the messenger
I *** your favorite rapper and his manager
I grab the mic and I’ll damage ya
Super Saiyan stamina, my clip is long like et cetera
I don’t play with niggas like a racist gamer
If my name on the feature then you endangered
Go the hardest in war with my face painted
Sum me up in two words, insane and famous
Been a decade and I’m still bangin’
Niggas throwin’ out shots and I’m still aimin’
All these rappers that’s *** be false claimin’
You a lame *** in the terms layman
I’m makin’ paper, I’m watchin’ my neighbors
I don’t know who envy me, envy me
I keep the cable business, ain’t no fable
I’m close to my friend but closer to my enemies (What?)
In my head, ***, there’s like ten of me (Ten of me)
Don’t give a *** you’re not feeling me (*** ’em)
Murkin’ you, that’s in my fantasy (Blatt)
Knockin’ that boy out his denim jeans (Grra)
This a art of war, all fair in the hailstorm (Yeah, yeah)
Get your bag, boy, this that *** that keep your head strong (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
This a bad noise, this that *** that keep your head strong (Grra)
Get you’re mad, boy, this that *** that keep your head strong (Pa-pa-pa-pa)
This a art of war, all fair in the hailstorm (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get your bag, boy, this that *** that keep your head strong (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, boom, boom, boom, boom)
This a bad noise, this that *** that keep your head strong (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get you’re mad, boy, this that *** that keep your head strong (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
*** up a *** if she was on some petty ***
*** be talkin’ *** just to be relevant
I smoke it strong out the pound for the hell of it
She got a problem but she ain’t addressin’ ***
I pop a one-of-one, I’m on my dressin’
She clear as ***, I hope they get the message
Sit down low, ho, you ain’t steppin’
I’ma do that ***, if you know, it’s reckless
*** wanna fight me? She don’t like me?
Put that lil’ *** on a mothafuckin’ white tee
I met your wifey, don’t gotta wife me
But you gotta private jet-fly me
Think they had dentures, these *** biting
Waste of my time, these *** trifling
I got my Rollie on, that’s perfect timing
Yeah, yeah, lil’ *** (Haha)
I’m makin’ paper, I’m watchin’ my neighbors
I don’t know who envy me, envy me
I keep the cable business, ain’t no fable
I’m close to my friend but closer to my enemies (What?)
In my head, ***, there’s like ten of me (Ten of me)
Don’t give a *** you’re not feeling me (*** ’em)
Murkin’ you, that’s in my fantasy (Blatt)
Knockin’ that boy out his denim jeans (Grra)
This a art of war, all fair in the hailstorm
Get your bag, boy, this that *** that keep your head strong (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
This a bad noise, this that *** that keep your head strong (Grra)
Get you’re mad, boy, this that *** that keep your head strong (Pa-pa-pa-pa)
This a art of war, all fair in the hailstorm (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get your bag, boy, this that *** that keep your head strong (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, boom, boom, boom, boom)
This a bad noise, this that *** that keep your head strong (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get you’re mad, boy, this that *** that keep your head strong (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
