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Abstract Rude - "Warlords Of The Flies"
Lyrics to Warlords Of The Flies : [speaking] Uh! Watch your step! Its no joke out here, watch your rep! Aint no joke to provoke a top seed For those who smoke and they got they own weed Aint no walk in the park where Im from Dogs that bark, but they talk with they guns Wasnt no unlocked doors where I stayed Too much trust in the cops, you got played Im that spade in the deck to cut loose Be that blade in your neck, give respect due You didnt expect me to get this far Now they caught the vapors, thought they learned from Bismark This dark track could eclipse the sunrays Hit hard raps, we should quit the gun-play Cuz aint no fun to relay the bad news Our sons and nephews know that cash rules For it Ill never sell the soul of Ab Rude A poet of everone to tell the sad truth like [chorus] The Undi-Sputed, Heavyweight, Rudest Pa-rum-pa-pom! No jargon, could ever dead, this yard mon! (Yard mon!) Inside, outside, all sides Seal the perimeter! Im a lion of the pride His tribe, my tribe, your tribe I put it into ya! Warlords of the Flies Only 9-1-1s a joke here Cops dont come till machine gun smoke clears Show no fear in your heart to get tested Go nowhere in the dark unprotected As if I gotta remind you how hectic it is We all have homies that set-trip Theyll call for medics when the gats unleashed Youll regret it if you dont make it back in one piece Thats how they do it no resolving the beef Why Battle Axe Crew stays armed to the teeth Comin at you with them tattood physiques So if you rap weak, better take a back seat This is a beat thats haunting in sleep It could bump in your jeep, what they want from the street You could never be measured as this rude Meet me up at the session to get schooled by The Undi-Sputed, Heavyweight, Rudest Pa-rum-pa-pom! No jargon, could ever dead, this yard mon! (Yard mon!) Inside, outside, all sides Seal the perimeter! Im a lion of the pride His tribe, my tribe, your tribe I put it into ya! Warlords of the Flie [ Warlords Of The Flies Lyrics ]
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