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the art of war - luê lyrics

[intro: lu & inspectah deck]
first class, first class

scorpio
right here, aha
right here
yeah, i.n.s., your highness
bringing all of this sh*t together, man
[?] causing a bomb to explode

[verse 1: lu]
shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yeah, shimmy yay
give me this mic you know imma take it away
and push them panties to the side, let’s do something dignified
can’t decide between shibuya or italian countryside, huh

and i’m the definition of keeping it low*key
never even heard of me but got all of my heroes doing songs with me
i don’t take advice from people doing less than me
i look in the mirror and see living, breathing history

re, so what you wanna do? my move, your move
everyone got something to lose
something to prove, a vice to cut loose
pass me the booze or drugs to abuse
’cause all’s fair in love and war, all the troops just washed ashore
in some vintage dior, iphones in store
they’ll always come back for more
to settle the score, that’s the art of war

(the art of war, the art of war)
first class

[interlude: sample from the invincible armour]
and so the best idea is to combine the best of all styles, knit them together, so their strengths cancel out all their weaknesses

[verse 2: masta k!lla]
see it’s just another day of the gunspray wordplay
supernova fahrenheit
never will you see the likes of brass knuckle mike fight
my symphony, proceed with caution as you enter

there’s none who can match paws with a centipede
you can take the head of jealous, l*st, hate and greed
calm nerves, smoke the best herb
meditation, good for the mastermind expansion

let them dilute in tampent
rhyme raw with a snarl
to make your nose bleed
these words on paper take shape and form armies that bomb atomic
you’ve been warned, your family’ll mourn your loss
a rap wannabe testing a true mc
why risk it, you’ll be better off slicing your wrists
don’t miss! you shoot, you better hit (better hit)

first class

[verse 3: inspectah deck]
let’s talk about this life, i done lived it and done it
respect checks and s*x debt, get it in numbers
got the whole block dumbin’
whether champagne or your man’s brain, won’t hesitate to pop somethin’

born with it, can’t get him to change
like a four*alarm blaze, how i’m spittin’ the flames
went from prisoner in chains to rippin’ the stage
take your blood test, kid, i’m in your system for days

yes, the rhythm, the rebel
holdin’ the sword, none of y’all on my level
fully automatic flow, rounds to rip
it’s goin’ down, then i’m down, hold down the strip

i’m a winner, some of y’all just look good losin’
my dudes that’s doin’ it the same, salute them
side of me, how they be feelin’ your boy
but the problem be, how they gonna deal with your boy
[verse 3: ghostface k!llah]
(scorpio) uh, yeah, ayo, ayo
you like a snake in the grass that strikes to bite
dangerous mind that poisons the waters
walls up like trumps on all the borders

h**rders, cribs like junkyard dawg
stacks of sh*t like you runnin’ a blog
i blow fog, smoke like i’m steamin’ out a box of clams
rugu strawberry kush, purple yams

a scan is a cash roll that rules the big bag
a bag of rubber bands, stacks of the green rag
n*gga don’t play with me, you ain’t tight with me
took the bird off my arm cause the sh*t kept bitin’ me

d*mn skippy wu*tang boots, so essential
my jewels shine hard like a burst on an instrumental
i ain’t a janitor, i’m a giant like andre
splash a pineapple with a whole glass of bombay

[outro: sample from m*a*s*h]
burns: you ever get the feeling there’s a war going on?
hawkeye: there’s always a war going on, war is the world’s favorite spectator sport
oh, everybody knows war is h*ll
hawkeye: war isn’t h*ll. war is war, and h*ll is h*ll. and of the two, war is a lot worse
father mulcahy: how do you figure that?
hawkeye: easy, father. tell me, who goes to h*ll?
father mulcahy: oh, sinners, i believe
hawkeye: exactly, there are no innocent bystanders in h*ll, but war is chock full of them – little kids, cripples, old ladies. in fact, except for a few of the brass, almost everybody involved is an innocent bystander
burns: well, i’m not, i’m here because my country needs me. (i’m here because my country needs me. i’m here because my country needs me)

first class

- lue lyrics

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