Whar

(feat. Tash Mahogany)

[Kool G. Rap:]

You ain't sayin' nothing slick to a can of oil

Tell your man to tell his man that his man's a girl

I holds weight, ya'll niggas skinny like Olive Oil

We throws atleast half a ki' in the pot to boil

Royal niggas, rags to riches

Because your boy breaks bitches like glasses, dishes

Burn money like I put it in some grass and spliffed it

If I don't get my man that's passed, it's not misses

Female donkeys, ya'll niggas ass and dickless

Hard white rap, just some foil like chiclets

Never had a wife, you better settle for the mistress

The truth like Al Capone dying for the syphlis

Cross me, you name flying on the hit list

Ya'll niggas buck, won't even pop a clutch on the gear shift

That ain't the hard pose, nigga, you just scared stiff

I'm on my grizzly, you might walk right into bear shit

You rock your pants too tight, get off that queer shit

No turning back when it's on, I ain't trynna hear shit

Like the coast guard, I got them choppers than can airlift

[Chorus: Tash Mahogany]

Sword, don't you know what you bring?

You destroy everything - all the blood that you give to men

There's, no excuse I could give - we just all want to live

All the war that you bring to men

War - is comin' home - takes families

War - I'm not a great big fan of it

War - is something that is scandalous

Oh no - oh no

War - is comin' by air, land, & sea

War - is man's insanity

This world... for sure...

Must stop - this world of war

[Ghostface Killah:]

Tell ya fake niggas don't get me involved, my back is chunky

Four-five hanging out the jeans, is crunchy

Facial hair beard, looking like Abe Lincoln

Stand next to you and my jewels look like ya cage is shrinking

Love sweets like a dope fiend, nodder with fat hands

Keep birds around me, they be calling me Batman

Precisely I pop like cheap luggage, prefusely bleeding

Word on the streets is you lost three buckets

Fuck it, you keep dying, I'm into red diamonds

Rob me, bitch, I have your whole hood crying

Lighting candles on the street like, 'why you trying? '

Oh lord, why you had to lullabye him

His jewels is cursed, his seeds is first

When he do shows, he pop a wheelie off his murst

Six three, medium built, tall like Lurch

While ya'll faggots be sleep, he be putting in work

[RZA:]

That's his absorbance stance, I got it down to a glance

It's war, I got the biggest gun down my pants, pants

Got a rock, rocket in my pocket

For to knock ya head right out the socket

Turn teardrops to smile, been glanced this spare child

Spra ya gallon of mace in your face, burn off your 'brows

No phone home, you dribbling, we stone ya sibling

Get my bloods from Tilden, to burn your building

Poison tip dagger sword, chop through your collar bone

No, you don't got a fucking chance to holler home

Nice dream, your sliced spleen, cut through your ice bling

G-O-D, heats, melts you like it's ice cream

I'm not vanilla, I'm black panther chinchilla

My cousin's an orangutan, my brother's a gorilla

The other's a ape, he turn a rainbow straight

Get you trapped in the jungle now you can't escape

War it is, that's the biz, glock pop, plops the feds

Split your wig, crack your whip, smack your wiz, blast your 'quip

Chains and whips, planes and ships, guns, swords and flintstones

And bricks, munch, clothes and kicks, you know it's

[Chorus]