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ready for war - nick wiz lyrics

nick wiz ft. cella dwellas ft. ran reed * “ready for war”
[emcee(s): phantasm, ran reed, and u.g.]
[producer(s): nick wiz]
[scratches: dj slyce]

[intro: phantasm and scratches by dj slyce]
yeah!
cds and ran reed
the federation
still shining, combining for your mind, and
(“you talk about a battle, but you ain’t yet ready for war”)
y’all know the dealie
(“you talk about a battle…”)
(“you talk about a battle, but you ain’t yet ready…”)

[verse 1: phantasm]
the million*dollar
man won’t stop hip hop ‘til i win
i write dope stories like iceberg slim
for years, been rocking nikes and rocking mics. now my bmx
turn to cbr bikes, weekend flights
on tours, and these wh0res then wanna be more than your friend
i be “k!lling ‘em softly” like lauryn
ha! trying to lock it down like the wu, stack
g’s like the fool. fedеration is the crew. used
to carry rocks and carry glocks, usеd to slap*
*box. now i ride around in drop*tops
dibiase flex in an m3. u.g
in back of me in the q*series infiniti
with two silly, country, hillbilly bitties with big
titties living the life in new york city
my spot is sewn. you’ll get dropped in my zone, which is
718. i’m in and out of every state, got
more holmes than larry, stay dirty like harry
shoot and run like rick barry. no more stress
and migraines. i’m singing in the rain, eating sugarcane
sipping on champagne with elaine and jane
the doublemint twins waiting for the ravishing
to come in so we can start dumbing ‘cause, in my duplex
ain’t nothing but s*x, s*x, s*x. the rated*r
superstar stay up to par. ah!
[hook: phantasm and scratches by dj slyce]
you talk about a battle, but you ain’t yet ready for war
my squad’s raw, throwing rappers in a figure*four
i figure your rap style is inferior
federation is superior, we ain’t hearing ya

[verse 2: ran reed]
catch ‘em sleeping
time to wake ‘em up and shake ‘em up like
loan sharks. me and dwellas tag*team like raekwon
and tone starks. h*ll yeah, you didn’t know
this line*for*line pro is guaranteed to make your mind grow
take your time, bro. starting to hallucinate
leave you upset like the courtroom when they gave
juice a break. son, you’re still in the first stages
fronting for your crew, trying to act all courageous
i’m in the yellow pages—look me up under “lessons”
twenty*four*hour, seven*days*a*week blessings
you’ll never catch me slipping. constantly ripping, got him
on his last rhyme, now his heart is skipping. tripping
rappers like jack tripper. you’re wack, n*gga
me? i’m smoother than a ’96 ac’ vigor. talking ‘bout
you battle on the spot—so what you got? bring it
to me, and, for your sake, i hope this sh*t is hot ‘cause
if not, then i’ma have to pin you down, call
your name out every time i’m in your town—that’s how
it’s going down. they let a lion out the cage, throwing
rappers off the stage like kris when he’s in a rage
you missed, i hit—brother, just sit
ran reed got ‘em catching a fit ‘cause i’m the sh*t
[hook: phantasm and scratches by dj slyce]
you talk about a battle, but you ain’t yet ready for war
my squad’s raw, throwing rappers in a figure*four
i figure your rap style is inferior
federation is superior, we ain’t hearing ya

[verse 3: u.g.]
miraculous raps tackle cliques like cops on
fox. with handcuffs, crush like monster trucks, so what?!?
i swing on loops like tarzan, break down
rap stars, and flows out*of*this*world like martians
i slap rappers acting shady with the three*eighty
swell up their lips, and now they got a lisp like cindy brady (“that ain’t right!”)
hah! ravishing rick rude is fast
to part the middle of your head like willie blast
silly ass. so take heed ‘cause u.g
been wilding ever since apollo five*speeds indeed
as i proceed to get these proceeds, my flow speeds
like keanu reeves. now i breathe, i pack a razor
up my sleeve. you get touched, kid—let’s face it
your whole crew is sissy like sp*cek. i’m on some in*your*
*face*sh*t, hah! you get suplexed, so stand clear
with so much wears, they call me richard gere, n*gga, yeah!

[hook: phantasm and scratches by dj slyce] (x2)
you talk about a battle, but you ain’t yet ready for war
my squad’s raw, throwing rappers in a figure*four
i figure your rap style is inferior
federation is superior, we ain’t hearing ya

- nick wiz lyrics

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