The Returners - Ready For War lyrics

[Verse One: King Magnetic] It's the King, The Cauze, the bing, the bars The skin, the scars, the limbs, the gauze Next known body that, X hold shotty cat Roger that, lodging that right inside your Dodger cap The odds of that, more than that, margin gap The artists that they marvel at A starving cat, involving gat, evolve from that I brawl for that, off of that Medicine, the veterans is gettin' slim The evidence, my presence is unprecedented I'm reminiscing of a demolition Over premonition of a dead division Many risen, many prisons overcrowded The powers won't allow it Get devoured by the sour when the powels in the bowels Them hours that them cowards is hidin' from Colliding one, size my gun If I was you, I would run Leaving either lung Reach inside my trunk And leave Philly with my team like I'm Iverson [Scratch Hook] "You asked for war" - Beatnuts 'Hot' "You ain't ready for war" - Jay-Z 'Takeover' "Whatever I see, I attack" - Black Moon 'How Many MC's' "Put the gun down" - R.A. The Rugged Man 'Still Get Through The...' "The motherf**er won't listen" - Lord Finesse 'S.K.I.T.S' [Reef the Lost Cauze talking] I go by Reef The Lost Cauze. Mmmhuuhahahah [Verse Two: Reef The Lost Cauze] Yo, who the f** you think you talkin' to I'll f**in' destroy all of you The Cauze, you dudes running into walls that I'm walkin' through They see my face in the game, they call audibles Offing you, junkyard dogs, Sargent Slaughter you Before you open your trap, here's what you outta do f** you pay me, need cash before I talk to you I need cash, to cop me another Glock The industry make me sick, the industry can s** my co*k I don't need none of you, consider me a favor I don't need none of you, consider me a hater You don't know me, consider me a stranger Independent for life, they consider me a major Never a star gazer, I am so space Show up to your showcase, leave you with a broke face Holding pipes, run up on your open mic And you'll never be sh** except unimpressive and over hyped [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three: Crypt The Warchild] We contract k**ers, sign the line there's no clause In the City Of God we obey no laws We renegade, we razor blade with steady aim Heavy rain of kerosene makin' deadly flames Hood paradise, slum merchant with his gun squirtin' We can't live in peace cause we the only ones hurtin' Keep my mind in space but leak Pharaoh blood Keep my words engraved on a hollow slug [Planetary] It's the Army, and what that means is I'm worldwide and my goals and dreams is big I'm sittin' on top of stars, the moon and the sun When I rap, I'm backed by some goons with guns I crack jaws like Marciano with bra** knuckles It's real life my n***a, we way past the hustle We linked up with The Returners now the heads is turnin' And how the f** did y'all sleep when the beds are burnin'? [Scratch Hook] "Put my Glock away I got a weapon that never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war" - Outkast 'ATLiens'