ART OF WAR - Jasiah, Denzel Curry, Rico Nasty

I keep the piece like them peoples in Canada

Throwin' up guns but I ain’t talkin' ugala

I get the paper, same color arugula

If it’s a battle, I’m crashing your nebula

Angel of Death, better known as the messenger

I kill your favorite rapper and his manager

I grab the mic and I’ll damage ya

Super Saiyan stamina, my clip is long like et cetera

I don’t play with niggas like a racist gamer

If my name on the feature then you endangered

Go the hardest in war with my face painted

Sum me up in two words, this ain’t

Been a decade and I’m still bangin'

Niggas throwin' out shots and I’m still aimin'

All these rappers that’s pussy be false claimin'

You a lame nigga in the terms lamen

I’m makin' paper, I’m watchin' my neighbors

I don’t know who envy me, envy me

I keep the cable business, ain’t no fable

I’m close to my friend but closer to my enemies (What?)

In my

Don’t give a fuck you’re not feeling me (Fuck 'em)

Murkin' you, that’s in my fantasy (Blatt)

Knockin' that boy out his

(Grra)

This a art of war, all fair in the hailstorm (Yeah, yeah)

Get your bag, boy, this that shit that keep your head strong (Boom, boom, boom,

boom)

This a bad noise, this that shit that keep your head strong (Grra)

Get you’re mad, boy, this that shit that keep your head strong (Pa-pa-pa-pa)

This a art of war, all fair in the hailstorm (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Get your bag, boy, this that shit that keep your head strong (Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, boom, boom, boom, boom)

This a bad noise, this that shit that keep your head strong (Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah)

Get you’re mad, boy, this that shit that keep your head strong (Yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah)

Fuck up a bitch if she was on some petty shit

Bitches be talkin' shit just to be relevant

I smoke it strong out the pound for the hell of it

She got a problem but she ain’t addressin' shit

I pop a one-of-one, I’m on my

shit

She clear as fuck, I hope they get the message

Sit down low, ho, you ain’t steppin'

I’ma do that shit, if you know, it’s reckless

Bitch wanna fight me?

She don’t like me?

Put that lil' bitch on a mothafuckin' white tee

I met your wifey, don’t gotta wife me

But you gotta private jet-fly me

Think they had dentures, these bitches biting

Waste of my time, these bitches trifling

I got my Rollie on, that’s perfect timing

Yeah, yeah, lil' bitch (Haha)

I’m makin' paper, I’m watchin' my neighbors

I don’t know who envy me, envy me

I keep the cable business, ain’t no fable

I’m close to my friend but closer to my enemies (What?)

In my

Don’t give a fuck you’re not feeling me (Fuck 'em)

Murkin' you, that’s in my fantasy (Blatt)

Knockin' that boy out his

(Grra)

This a art of war, all fair in the hailstorm

Get your bag, boy, this that shit that keep your head strong (Boom, boom, boom,

boom)

This a bad noise, this that shit that keep your head strong (Grra)

Get you’re mad, boy, this that shit that keep your head strong (Pa-pa-pa-pa)

This a art of war, all fair in the hailstorm (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Get your bag, boy, this that shit that keep your head strong (Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, boom, boom, boom, boom)

This a bad noise, this that shit that keep your head strong (Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah)

Get you’re mad, boy, this that shit that keep your head strong (Yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah)