In it to win it
verse one
a impossible task to reinforce and stop my force without external support
amendments are mended rewritten and extensively extended
from the highest mountain to the deepest cave emcee's surrended
surrounded and astounded once pounded reigns ended
we rendered all in combat with deadly combatants
that was back when the tracks i made with major traction
rhymes longer than railroads with electric reactions
leaping years seeing with ears when blinded by flares
causlties to my armies were scarce the battles were fierce
new shields were delivered to the battlefield when old ones were pierced
moving underground to topple the mainstream forces for crowns
so we gambled with our lives fighting when we ran out of rounds
handpower overcame firepower spears instead of bullets
feasting on mullets packing pellets smoking relish
taking days off in exotic islands laying ladies who felt us
spies would tell us the whereabouts of foes on the move
so we drove back the warriors into the tombs
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it's a fight to the finish and were in it to win it
by any means we'll make them scream until their diminished
if they start it we'll end it the time on the clock is vital
the mission isn't complete until were holding the heads of our rivals
verse two
can't celebrate until we break them off some seeds become orphans
we spare life's often we see how live these rappers are confined in coffins
sent to hell from a hot one Hoffa clones clipped with shotguns
blood runs like rabbits we hop into the madness no day is average
when were at it hit houses like s.w.a.t. teams topple rooms to attics
furniture slashed carpets sliced floors bombed it's a heist
turned shiest when i'm looking for goods that can be sold for a high price
turned right on the turnpike motorbike flew through the red light
cops didn't budge or their mugs wouldv'e woudv'e been in the mud
this flow is illegal drugs not for sale or to be given up
you got a love then drop the gat and show me the stash
or the revolver shot will revolve in your ass give up the assets
soldiers under me listen, and learn we got your phone tapped like the firm
you don't want to feel your skin burn to never return
And while your gone i'm chilling boning your dame to sexual healing
all these emcee's bust shots but nobody's killing
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Originally Posted by bronze feet
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