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grouce - lyrical combat lyrics
– hook –
drop, drop bombs
with the marine corp flak vest with guns and ammo
i’ve got seven mack-11’s, with guns and ammo
i’ve got seven mack 11’s, with guns and ammo…
(verse 1)
my first album was deeper than the nile
but now i’m here to f-ck you up for sleepin’ on my style
i’ll hit you with the raw sh-t, it’ll make you think
that you’re gettin’ hit by f-ckin’ warship
i’m a f-ckin’ m-16 with this 16-bar verse
you hate me but you know others do far worse
than what i do, i’m just talkin’ in metaphors
people droppin’ bombs on a village somehow get applause
i’m a walkin’ talkin’ proximity mine
a kamikaze, i’m fin to be fine
‘cause i don’t give a d-mn, i will take this back to vietnam
i’m the vietcong, teach you what it means to be a man
knowin’ we are wrong, fightin’ each other to see who can
overcome the other, a brother is what i am
but you are blind to the facts
who am i? i’m the guy who attacks you with raps
while doin’ dabs…
(hook)
(verse 2)
it’s about time you salute the general
or i’ll come and shoot that genital
hangin’ on the left, right, left, oh, i can’t decide
i guess i’ll shoot ‘em both when p-ssin’ by
you’re just a cadet, how could you f-ckin’ forget?
i am a vet, but not the one you visit with a sick pet
if words are weapons, my raps are a big jet
decked out with warheads
ready to be dropped down on foreheads
listen, you little maggot, i outrank you
if i tell you to eat sh-t, you say thank you
my sk!lls far exceed yours, i’ve earnt my stripes
if it weren’t for rhymes, i’d cark it because
this is what i was made to do
but there’s no politician that i have to cater to
ten years ago, you wouldn’t have even made it through
the front door of the game, to boot, camp scoot…
(hook)
(verse 3)
my face is covered in warpaint, you all faint
from the sight of blood, yeah, you all ain’t
made for lyrical combat, draw first blood
so i can have a reason to lay you down in the earth’s mud
a soldier in dark green camo
i’m shootin’ from the hip, it looks like you need ammo
but all you have is your combat knife
it’s time to get right up close if you want that life
of mine but i think that’s career suicide
take a stab at me it’s either do or die, who am i?
i’m the man and i’m the one that’s tellin’ you to stay calm
warnin’ you before i’m forced to cover you in napalm
this ain’t no game, i can throw flame
with a flame thrower then make it go rain
to put you out, how could you doubt
these sk!lls that’ll shoot you down, boy…
(hook)
la-da-da da-dapea
some of y’all be fakin’ the funk. what?
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