This Is War

[Verse 1: Everlast]

It’s clockwork apocalypse, mass armageddon

Moving too fast, don't ask me where I'm heading

Shake your ass in the dice, bitch, roll me a seven

Fresh like Dougie

Take you all the way to heaven

Sipping on absinthe, smoking on a Primo

Kid, I got family like a fucking Gambino

Shoot you in the gut like I’m Junior Soprano

You talk batshit crazy but you won’t do guano

You're just another victim, picked and plucked

Your chick came back stage, my dick got sucked

My arrogance scary and aristocratic

Bitch I ain't snobby, I’m problematic

I’ll scream “bomb” in the lobby and I’ll cause a panic

It’s Iceberg Whitey, I’ll sink your Titanic

Rep’s gigantic, flow is tyrannic

Like Saddam Hussein high on ‘caine and Xanax

[Chorus: Big Left]

This is war, aim still and heat up the steel

This is war, capo regime, captains at the hill

This is war, chemical agents used in the fields

This is war, grind em up like Hamburger Hill

[Verse 2: ILL Bill]

We don’t give a fuck if we got a step with your family

I’mma kidnap your moms and Fedex you her panties

We top dollar, we pop Llamas

We not promised tomorrow

So we involved in all types of horror

Never caught up in that bullshit, divide and conquer

Riding for my homies means I’ll probably die a monster

I’m a certified mobster, La Coka rockstar

Fuck music, I’m talking about the block, pa

I’m talking about bullet holes the size of God’s heart

And choppers that could put Satan inside a pine box

Imagine what we'd do to you if we wanted to

Pay LAPD to pop you like Amadou

I buy anybody, everybody got a price

Everybody got a momma, everybody got a wife

Everybody got someone he likes or loves

Spike them with drugs and decorate their life with their blood

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Big Left]

I’m the motherfucking trained killer

President Bush learned me well

Hit anybody on the outside from jail

Big Left, I handle bars like I'm stuck on rails

Yes, a breath of fresh air like you're opening sails

List, it’s not really that hard, just picture the facts

Welcome to the major leagues where mics are baseball bats

And I’m back, make believe it’s ‘88 and I’m crack

You can tell the shit’s mine by the navy blue caps

New York Yankee fitted

The Bronx was the beginning

Where cats got cement shoes to limit their swimming

This is real life, fighting like pits

Duct taping the grip

A true Hollywood story that fits

Wield the steel in the field

My fate’s already sealed

I’m stuck in a game show between deal or no deal

I spit, you know the name

I’m not for playing games

Get you higher in vertical than my man David Blaine

[Chorus]