This is War

[Intro: Everlast]

Yes sir. What? It’s [bad word] coka.

[Verse 1: Everlast]

It’s clockwork apocalypse, mass armageddon 
Moving too fast, don’t ask me where I’m heading 
Shake your [bad word] in the dice [bad word]  roll me a seven 
Fresh like huggy, take you all the way to heaven 
Sipping on absinthe, smoking on a Primo 
Kid I got family like a [bad word] Gambino 
Shoot you in the gut like I’m Junior Soprano 
You talk [bad word] crazy but you won’t do guano 
You’re just another victim, picked and plucked 
Your chick came back stage, my [bad word] got sucked 
My arrogance scary and aristocratic 
 [bad word] I ain’t snobby, I’m problematic 
I’ll scream “bomb” in the lobby and I’ll cause a panic 
It’s iceberg Whitey, I’ll sink your Titanic 
Rep’s gigantic, flow is tyranic 
Like Saddam Hussein high on ‘caine and Xanax

[Chorus: Big Left]

This is war, aim still and heat up the steel 
This is war, capo regime, captains at the hill 
This is war, chemical agents used in the fields 
This is war, grind ‘em up like Hamburger Hill

[Verse 2: Ill Bill]

We don’t give a [bad word] if we gotta step with your family 
I’mma kidnap your moms and Fedex you her panties 
We top dollar, we pop lamas 
We not promised tomorrow so we involved in all types of horror 
Never caught up in that [bad word] divide and conquer 
Riding for my homies means I’ll probably die a monster 
I’m a certified mobster, La Coka rock star 
 [bad word] music, I’m talking about the block, pa 
I’m talking about bullet holes the size of God’s heart 
And choppers that could put Satan inside a pine box 
Imagine what we’d do to you if we wanted to 
Pay LAPD to pop you like Amadou 
I buy anybody, everybody got a price 
Everybody got a momma, everybody got a wife 
Everybody got someone he likes or loves 
Spike them with drugs and decorate their life with their blood

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Big Left]

I’m the [bad word] Dre killer 
President Bush learned me well 
Hit anybody on the outside from jail 
Big Left, I handle bars like I’m stuck on rails 
Yes, a breath of fresh air like you’re opening sails 
List, it’s not really that hard, just picture the facts 
Welcome to the major leagues where mics are baseball bats 
And I’m back, make believe it’s ‘88 and I’m crack 
You can tell the [bad word] s mine by the navy blue caps 
New York Yankee [bad word] the Bronx was the beginning 
Where cats got cement shoes to limit their swimming 
This is real life, fighting like pits 
Duct taping the grip 
true Hollywood story that fits 
Wield the steel in the field, my fate’s already sealed 
I’m stuck in a game show between deal or no deal 
I spit you know the name, I’m not for playing games 
Get you higher in vertical than my man David Blaine

[Chorus]