I. Lyrical Warfare (Bonus Track)

Sound the alarm
Here to do harm
I'm from cybertron
All the autobots are gone
Here comes the storm
All of you are warned
Tis' Lyrical Warfare
And there's nowhere you can run

This the hardest shit I ever wrote
Frieza with the tail I choke
Leave you in a cloud of smoke
Then dust you with a finger poke
Killin niggas left and right
GTA I'm on a bike
Speeding down street
Hoping Im hit a lick tonight
Getting super fried
Kennedy's
I'm on the rise
Enemies
Are gonna die
When my signals in the sky
Batman
When I ride
Batgirl
On my side
Nigga we know how to fight
And she might take your life
Understand what I write
Is something you could never
Obsessed with the pussy
The guns
And the cheddar
Man these niggas all some wussies
The drugs
Make them better
But they never throw hands
Cuz they know they just some feather
Weight niggas
Trash
Champion
The way I spaz
Can't believe
I'm moving fast
Vegeta
Im bout to blast
On these niggas the
Dag
I'm so fucking
Bad
Put the money in the bag
Before I get mad
Nah for real put the money in the bag before I get mad bitch

Sound the alarm
Here to do harm
I'm from cybertron
All the autobots are gone
Here comes the storm
All of you are warned
Tis' Lyrical Warfare
And there's nowhere you can run
Sound the alarm
Here to do harm
I'm from cybertron
All the autobots are gone
Here comes the storm
All of you are warned
Tis' Lyrical Warfare
And there's nowhere you can run

Left da body in the bag back
You know we brought the quack pack
I give deez bitches a bus pass
I'm Trappin where ya trap at
You was Talkin bout that zip zap
Now you takin you a big nap
Presidential clap clap
I'm Donald brought the Big Mac
Just listen to tap Tap
There's a boom and a bap bap
Fuck you bitches I mean that
I love it when she scream back
Smokin on this hazmat
I'm lookin like a must have
A D bring the beat back
While you countin cheese and cheep snacks
Our Pockets stuffed
Deep deep stacks
Hustle man got it
But I need cash
Since I don started
Best believe dat
I'm the greatest alive
An you gone eat dat
It's time ya bring da heat back
Buckle up an pull ya seat back
Turn ya speakers up
So wen I spit no one can speak back
This the shit when I say I need dat
People better react
This sum premium
Double plastic Wrapped not on the meat rack
Sal or minella wit carona
This hoe a walking D Man
Yo that's a hair in that bitch
You can keep that

Sound the alarm
Here to do harm
I'm from cybertron
All the autobots are gone
Here comes the storm
All of you are warned
Tis' Lyrical Warfare
And there's nowhere you can run
Sound the alarm
Here to do harm
I'm from cybertron
All the autobots are gone
Here comes the storm
All of you are warned
Tis' Lyrical Warfare
And there's nowhere you can run
Fire in the booth
Can never put the shit out
Cuz the flames are all black
And they came from my mouth
With a sword in my hand
Don't make me swing that thang now
Cuz I am not a buster
Man my name should be cloud
Im taking sepiroth down
Running all over you clowns
While I'm smoking on a pound
Bet yo bitch has a frown
I'm the one with the crown
Better kneel on the ground
Before I chop your head off
And kick that shit around
Like damn
Super sayian
I'm the man
When I yam
On your jam
And I ram
What I can
In a pan
Then I slam
Down
On the mutha fuckin heat
Niggas think it's really funny
Cuz they think they boutta eat
Hell nah
They don't even get the scraps
I don't even want them
Digging threw my fucking trash
Ima go ahead and spaz
If a nigga get my treasure
Ima act a fucking ass
Better get that shit together
Nigga

Sound the alarm
Here to do harm
I'm from cybertron
All the autobots are gone
Here comes the storm
All of you are warned
Tis' Lyrical Warfare
And there's nowhere you can run