The War Is On

Been waiting for you, yes, what are you doing?
Im just making a few little changes around here is all
Are we sure that's what we want?
I'm prepared to take my chances
Im dying Jon, 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 was about us that made us human?
Well your not going to find it, in here
You are looking in the wrong place
Yeah, Lex Starwind, Wepon X, Jon Murdock, Dynamic G
No Doubt
It's "The war is on" man, war is on
Lex Starwind, Jon Murdock, Foundation
War, the war is on
The war is on
The war is on, the war is on
Now the war, now the war is on
The war is on
The war is on
The war is on, the war is on
Now the war, now the war is on
Got too many indians, not enough chiefs
Got too many thug niggas, not enough beef
Many predators, et cetera's and not enough peace
In the field, in the garden, pardon, I want me
The carnivorous lyricist, scar citizens, pillagin' villagers
Shit is serious, killin' this, where the liquor is?
Patron shots, got me moving slow like GoBots
Your flow's hot? Star come around and the show stops
Command chief, Tom Clancy, Six Rainbow
Ghost recon, pandora when I flame flows
Kano, heart still beatin', my squad eatin'
Indiana Temple of Doom room for true heathens
Who's reachin'? Star stutter step, hard gutter X
All-star squad, F carved on my chest
Rhyme zoro, masked avenger, carry fo' fo'
Low blow, illegal mic strike in the dojo
Slow mo' then switch beats, lightning fast bliss creek
The battle of the bulge exposed on live TV
The titan, thirteenth warrior slash viking
Bronze shield and red cape, fightin' with Leonidas
Poseidon's gold trident bring storms and Greek tragedy
Crimson hellfire for those that try to battle me
V8 TEC-9, P8 state-line
We gon' scape fine, fine
I'm in another state of mind, consciousness nirvana
To see, through the Bush bullshit and find Osama
Take over the Taliban, take cover in Pakistan
Nine eleven, African trafficking, I'm back again
Loose change cover story, they Michael Moore me
Moist mic voice, making sure they kinda horny
Most are corny, kinda bore me, stories for glory
But most ain't really got nothing for me
War, the war is on
The war is on
The war is on, the war is on
Now the war, now the war is on
The war is on
The war is on
The war is on, the war is on
Now the war, now the war is on
The hundred year war is doomsday when tunes play
Battle axe in action, hatchet slashes through your face
Most MCs, they stay in the same circle
With sugar in they tank 'cause I storm they reign purple
I stay on top of the game like Goodyear, your hood's queer
Eye for the straight guy, let eight fly, his hood here
Like open fire hydrants, sirens and shots firin'
High speed drivin' and Thai weed in files and
Cats stay higher than pilots and Frankie Lymon
Drunk, drink, be whilin', twist, squeeze the lime in
Beast from the east, squeeze the piece for peace
Leave you deceased on the streets as you reach for your heat
Lay cripple, rock my kick's laces out like Ray Finkle
What, you think you could fuck with my style? I blaze missiles
Spiked bat, I'm ball and chainin' 'em to they cranium
Drainin' 'em of life, speak in depleted uranium
Coke and weed got me up and down like dope and speed
You won't succeed when you go against my focused team
Chain snatchin', hand clenched around your famous platinum
Metal fragments from the Gatling blastin' out the contraption
Millennium fashion, futuristic, Millennium Falcon
Millennium crouching tiger hidden dragon one thousand
F-dation troops at warfare, it's war here
V for Vendetta, baretta, shred up your war gear
Fatigues left see-through, he who dwells with street crews
Gets beat to a pulp with the Colt, this shit is lethal
People aren't prepared for the ginsu, Uma Thurman tendu
Technique that split you, slice and slit you
Cobra Commander snake eyes, kid, I peeped the serpent
Lurkin' through the urban for certain, I see his purpose
He's out to smile in my face and then, tryna fuck my bitch
Buy drugs from me and then hand 'em to the cops and shit
But taking away my weapon, it won't take away the danger
Boxcutter razor rat hunter, out to shave ya
I'm storming constant and close range like Norman Johnston
Bomb your squadron calm, and I'm armed with rockets
But not from Houston, the home of the slow-paced rhyme manuevers
Cock the Ruger, take out them teeth, but them shots'll do ya
Home of the brave at eighteen, then thrown in your grave
Die for the government, grenades explode in your face
Dark City, underground icon, classic like Biggie
Ready to die for respect, time to recline with the semi
Stuck in a cell, but like Brittany Murphy, I'll never tell
Cops stop the first, so I got another cell
Hot as fuck, no ventilation and another Hell
But through the good and bad times, I know I must excel
We snort raw and meth, every day blazed cess
Played with west, smoked crack, drank, engaged in sex
But y'all gon' pop E and be gay with Jeff
Flaming to death, sucking dicks while we aimed at your chest
Jon Murdock, fuck around, I'm blazin' the tech
Not a player, but point blank, my game is the best
War, the war is on
The war is on
The war is on, the war is on
Now the war, now the war is on
The war is on
The war is on
The war is on, the war is on
Now the war, now the war is on