Muze Sikk - World War 3 Lyrics

Yup there he is son (What's that Pa what's that)
That's the hashtag BestMFRapperAlive right there
(Nah no way that's not the best rapper alive)
Well let me show... let me show ya
Let me educate ya son
Let me show ya the ways of the West (I don't believe you Pa)

Simmer down
Turn a lemon to amounts in accounts
Lemme tell what I'm bout
Lemme tell you what I found

Lemme tell you how to do it like I do it
How I do it is a little off but I'm on

Wreck shop
Collect checks
And pop off
As you chalk up a loss
I am lossless

Tidal waves
In your face
So amazing

Push to the limit cuz the limit doesn't faze me

When I get em
Imma get em for the long haul
Lil mama got on top of papa like pole vault

Force all forts to foreclose and forego
Forming a formidable formation of encores

Of course I'm all for the world war
Oppose all wack and forge on to more important matters
Instead brain splatters let's make platters
Of cash gathered from killing rappers
In the pasture

A fast surge from a Master
You don't even own your masters
You just got owned by a rapper
From a place where nobody is a rapper

So when I pass your attached to the task I accomplished
Spit Sikk licks with or without an accomplice
I only do business with bosses
I got your bitch in my closet like a hostage

She Finna wanna winner when winner win and what a winner win it wit was...
What a minute
Whatd I win it wit huh?
I won it wit a wicked wicked wicked wound yarn

En guard
When you try I just yawn

Pop off like nonstop ciraq shots
Shouts out to God like what's up brah?
Now watch as floss like my gums might rot off

Is it worth it?
Watch it
Watch yourself
Watch out
You don't want me with the moss out

Reloaded
Sipping on the potion
Slipping on a slick new fit
Resistance
Is futile
MF just scoot ya boots now
Unloose the noose now
Improve ya view now

And in a minute it'll cool down
Your Denim isn't really fitting like it used to

We can all get it
We can all get down
Living for the weekend got you weak and sleep bound
Sneaking to the easy way outs not a neat route
Stick up for yourself
Ride above and get the belt

Taking off
That clock
Don't stop
Ticking on
Gotta go
Gotta grab me a trove
Whoah

Sikk sounds from the maniacs song
Deep thoughts from a piece of a part

Pull up
Hop out
Back to the grave

Stone over my head read "Paid"
I got more ties than a net or a braid
We got more alike then I'd like to say
Gimme that all in the casa babe
I don't wanna lie I wanna fly by planes
Measure my ledger when I better my gains
Quick bucks suck
Leave you stuck in the rain

Indy heat records MF
Imma bad MF
Imma map my plot

Mark that spot wit a x
Try to follow my steps
You gone end up in a body shaped box

Yo

What's next for the boss?
Imma rest when I'm gone
I'm unimpressed with a part

I need it all
That's a lot
Got a farm with a plot
Imma harvest when the moment just right