Undeclared Wars - Billy Woods, Vordul Mega, Bond

We in the Backwoodz Studioz twisting up buds and

We in the Backwoodz Studioz twisting up buds and

We in the Backwoodz Studioz twisting up buds and

Rappers with beauty pageants drop tapes like Bin Laden

Look at these rappers like beauty pageant drop tapes like Bin Laden

Drop tapes like Bin Laden, NSAs and attaches, let the cast hit play

Everything is politics, dirty tricks, military industrial cliques

Reveal the triple-six, guess what it’s all fixed

Like playing chess, blacks versus whites

Rich and poor undeclared wars, chickens come home to roost

Two dutches one loose, red handlings

Wild geese, cops off the leash, no peace

Them is the poems in the cemetery, molesters in the seminary

Babylon got weary, so my appearance very merry

Off the ships could bury, got a little house on the prairie

Smell the roses, pop the cherry, smash through the looking glass

Cheshire Cat off the hat, smack ‘em fast with a bottle of sour

Maps, flags at half mast, come through with air fast

Crush your supporting cast, high in the friendly skies

Tight guys crack wising, kevlar shooting

Take names like the court clerk, shots bust like stenography

Gunman’s in staccato, mulatto vatos playing straight shot lotto

Congrats, and todays grand prize, won a slave of the month

Gentlemen ready your blunts

We the Backwoodz Studioz twisting up buds and woods

From hoods where young ones snatching goods

And everyone acting fool, we just can’t live

Travel road, bruise blacks with blues

We’d rather ravage crews, instead of losing they clapping too

We been through it, for freestyle in cold winters on corners

Til mom flipping, sick of the warrants, have the cops

At your door, four in the morning, but I ain’t even at my mom’s

Crib, somewhere else waking up yawning, mind’s whirling

From last night got high as a, trying to get by with

Our little bit of bucks, living in the slums, but locked

In the belly of the beast, gotta hold yours

Like steady them beats, we humble

Wide heads had they cakes

Living in the belly of the beast, gotta

Hold yours like steady and release, we humble

Wild heads have they cake and eat, we got a gun

Just a piece and there ain’t no peace

Til they take away the murderers and brutalities

Of police, til then I’mma watch for the slow leak

And hold heat, forever rap this music for my soul’s peace

Hired on the western front, civil war

We gon' leave rappers with stumps

Your frown got fat like they clumps

Black might take your queen in two jumps

We did the hump, rival crew best prepare

For mechanized warfare, we do it in the trenches

Lieutenant corporal of the benches

Thinking it’s about weed and bare shits and giggles

We playing fiddles with smoke over Rome

Pull you from the throne, sic semper tyrannis

Rap madness, looking like Michael

Trying to be the baddest, shit just looked comical

Like a fat bitch with the monocle, my rap book

The chronicle, spliff geometry conical

Against the grain with Dutch strains tropical

If niggas only knew, I be more broke than you

Just smoke better, but fuck it I autograph with

That letter, to me it’s whatever, we can go

Paper-view at the Staple cener, Madison Square

Or the Gobi Desert, get your crew together

What you gon' need to be than just clever

All blues is is mo' better, sung through stormy weather