Walk On By

I'm just making a few little changes around here, is all...
(Are we sure that's what we want?)
I'm prepaired to take my chances!
(I'm dying, John...)
(Your imprint, is not agreeable with my kind; but I wanted to know, what it was like...)
(How you feel...)
You know how I was supposed to feel, that person, isn't me!
Never was...
You wanted to know what it is about us, that made us human...
Well your not gonna' find it!
In here...
You went looking in the wrong place...

Yeah; Lex Starwind up in dis', Jon Murdock, Dynamic G! (No doubt!)
Ha! Dis' da' Wars on man!
Wars on! (Lex Starwind!)
You neva' felt like da' Wars on ur' backfield, (Jon Murdock!) right 'till now! (Foundation!)
Right 'till now man!.

War!
'The War Is On'! (Ha, it's on nigga!)
'The War Is On'! (It's on!)
'The War Is On', you always wrong, now you on!
Now 'The War Is On'! (It's on!)
'The War Is On'!
'The War Is On'! (Ha!)
'The War Is On', (That's right!) you always wrong, (Ya') now you on! (Ya'!)
Now 'The War Is On'!

Got, too many indians, not enough cheifs!
Got, too many thug niggas, not enough beef!
Many predators, et ceteras, and not enough beasts!
In the field, when the gaurd impart, and I want meat!
The carnivorous lyricist!
Scar citizens, pillage ur' village; ur' city serious, killins' where the liquor is!
Patron shots, got me movin' slow like Gold Bots!
Ur' flows hot?
Star come around, and the show stops!
Comanche!
Tom Clancy, six rainbow, Ghost Recon!
Pandora, when I flame flows!
Kano!
Hearts still beatin', my squad eatin'!
Indiana Temple of Doom!
Room for true heathens, who's reachin'?
Star stutta' step!
Hard gutta' X, all star squad, F carved on my chest!
Rhyme Zorro masked, avenge and carry fo' fo'!
Low blow, illegal mic strike in the dojo!
Slow mo'!
The Swiss Bees, lightning fast Blitzkrieg!
The Battle of the Buldge, exposed on live tv!
The Titan!
13th Warrior/ Viking!
Bronze shield and red cape, fightin' with Leonidas!
Poseidon's gold trident brings storms and great tragedy!
Crimson hellfire for those who try to battle me!
V.A., Tech9, P.A. stateline; we gonn' 'scape fine, fine!
I'm in another state of mind!
Consciousness Nirvana, to see through the Bush, bullshittin'!
Find Osama, take over the Taliban!
Take cover in Pakistan!
9-11 african, trafficin', i'm back again!
Loose change, cover story, they might go war me!
Moist mic voice, makin' shorty kinda' horny!
Most are corny, kinda' bore me, stories for glory!
But, most aint' really got nothin' for me!.

War!
'The War Is On'! (War is on!)
'The War Is On'! (Yeah!)
'The War Is On', you always wrong, now you on!
Now 'The War Is On'! (Bring ya' best!)
'The War Is On'! (Protect ur' chest with vest!)
'The War Is On'!
'The War Is On', (Ya'!) you always wrong, (Ya'!) now you on!
Now 'The War Is On'!

The Hundred Year War is doomsday when tombs play!
Battle axe and action hatchets!
Slashes through ur' face!
Most mc's, they stay in they same circle, with sugar in they gang!
I storm, they 'reign purple'!
Stay on top of the game like GoodYear!
Ya' hood's Queer Eye For The Sraight Guy, like 8Flag is hood here!
Like open fire hydrants and sirens!
Shots firen'!
High speed drivin' and Thai weed in vials, and cats stay higher than pilots and Frankie Lymon!
Drunk, drink be whylin'!
Twist, squeeze the Lymon!
Beast from the East, squeeze the piece for peace!
Leave you deceased on the streets, as ya' reach for ya' heat!
Lay cripple, rock my laces out like Ray Finkle!
Once you think ya' can fuck with my style, I blaze missiles!
Spike bat!
I'm ball and chainin' em', to they cranium, drainin' em' of life!
Speak of, depleted uranium!
Coke and weed, got me up and down, like open speed!
You wont succeed, when ya' go against my focused team!
Chain snatched, and hand clatched around ur' famous platinum!
Metal fragments from the gatlin', blastin' at the contraption!
Millenium fashion, futuristic Millenium Falcon!
Millenium Croutching Tiger 1000!
Foundation troops, and warfare!
It's war here!
V For Vendetta, Baretta, shred up ur' war gear!
Fatigue's left see through!
He who deals with street crews, gets beat to a pulp, with a colt!
This shit is lethal!
People aren't prepaired for Ngen Tsu, Uma Thurman tempts you; techniques to split you, slice and slit you!
Cobra Commander, Snake Eyes, kid!
I peep the serpent!
Lurkin' through the earth and verse servin'!
I see his purpose!
He's out to smile on my face, and then, tryna' fuck my bitch!
Buy drugs from me, and then hand em' to the cops and shit!
But takin' away my weapon, wont take away the danger!
Box cutter razor, rat hunta', out to shave ya'!
I'm stormin' in constantly, at close range, like Norman Johnson!
Bomb ya' squadrin' calm, end em' all with rockets!
But not from Houston, the home of the slow page rhyme maneuvers; caulk the Ruger, take out them teeth, but the shot'll do ya'!
Home of the brave at eighteen, then throw em' in the grave!
Die for the government, grenades explode in ya' face!
Dark City, underground icon, classic like Biggie!
Ready to die for respect, time to reply with a semi!
Stuck in a cell, but like Bittany Murphy, "I'll never tell!"
Cops axe the 1st, so I got another sell, how does fuck no!
Ventilation, and another hell; but through the good times, I know I must excel!
Will snort raw with meth, everyday, blaze cess!
Play with Wes, smoke crack, drank with asian sex!
But yall' go pop E, and be gay with Jeff; flamin' to death, suckin' dicks while we aimed at ya' chest!
Jon Murdock!
Fuck around, and i'm blazin' the Tech!
Not a playa', but point blank, my game is the best!

War!
'The War Is On'!
'The War Is On'!
'The War Is On', you always wrong, now you on!
Now 'The War Is On'!
'The War Is On'!
'The War Is On'!
'The War Is On', you always wrong, now you on!
Now 'The War Is On'!...