War Games

I know where the music came from, I ain't a lame dumb dumb
Origin is respected but still we choose to come original
Down from my walk to my talkinÆ
Heads be out to please the king Christopher Walken

A city with fly lingo and bad ass latinas
Got heads on this side biting styles still unequal
Unless you assimilate you never considered great
Demonstrate speech from your birth place you can't race
Disgraced by false handshakes, these punk rap dudes
Talk behind our back but they don't want the feud
A few of them seen the ads y'all helped us pay for
Now they say whatÆs up in the club! What the f**k whore!?
Listen up bitch, you diss because you can't see

Born in California rappin' N Y C
Influence is golden but when mics is holding
I roll with the oath to spit whatÆs never stolen
It keeps us out the mix shows and the tape decks of 64's
Because we in the middle, we strangers to the riddle
For DJs who play this the bravest get propers
But most won't even touch this unless we sign to Rawkus!

[The Grouch]
I met you twice before and shook your hand
You didnÆt feel it
Did it for the cap but should have acted like IÆd peel it
Now IÆm in the corner on the burner in the back
Caught between the trunk bump and the motherf**king boom bap

Bring the tune back,
YouÆre craps in the chop shop
Thermometer up your ass
ThatÆs the reason that IÆm not hot
But I got a fever times three for every CD
Bound to be the missing link
For those who want to meet me at the crossing
IÆll be the one semi-flossing
With mega self-respect but a void to go with that
Cause heÆs employed to act like he doesnÆt see the free man
Oops thatÆs too much credit, I bet it isnÆt the plan
Freak of nature, IÆm the stranger, youÆre bad with names bra
Change your views, IÆm giving clues
Strangest news youÆre about to lose
Blame them fools who got the tools.

[Eligh]
IÆd never consider moving out
When it comes to the coast IÆm dwelling on
Hell if I ever switch up the weather
To fit what these other fellas are on
I cause a renaissance
Renovating creativeness on this side of the coast

Self-hatred, radio stations
They play their shit while they brag and they boast
ItÆs not about toe tagging with a rag and a magnum
ItÆs all about respect
Caught in the middle without a clue
Legendary originality here to battle the fallacy

Here to put it down with my crew
Actually IÆm open to any option, except belly flopping
Over a sloppy copy of a Primo track, thatÆs a fact
Action taken by middlemen

While you fiddle with pens and pronouns
Trying to pronounce like your pro-eastern affiliate
When I affiliate my style with the golden state
While youÆre holding hate, claiming to hold weight
Now, once youÆve walked in these boots
Doing a format like that is so fake
YouÆre a dormant doormat
Wearing a whores hat
With a horrible imitation of what you consider great
When thatÆs only a bite.
Your eyes are bigger than your stomach
So when you plummet into the darkness
WeÆll be rising into the light.

[Aesop]
I'm anti, but IÆm not anti-social
You can feel it through my soul

My presence through my vocals
'How the f**k they got fans?
Man them niggas only local.'
Bitch we chase down the mic
And put you rhymes in a chokehold
I'm a pro bro, comin' fresh ainÆt a problem so
Legends' got skills
Cause we're always evolvin'
And involvin' our self in the life of our fans
Revolvin' around them like the earth on its axis
And neva payin' no taxes man

Firm in my shoes where I stand
Or a stranger to this land
With my choice of words I gain respect and proceed
They say if you donÆt succeed try, try again my friend
Ya must make words blend within the beat then
Make it a part of this world, make your mark on this earth
For what it's worth, evade the demons while they lurk
In the envy of the jerks bi-coastal who smirk
At the talent and the balance that shine in our work
The suckas love to hate us and these girls love to flirt
Stranger to the under ground, ya neva dug the dirt
True we blowin' up fool and it hurts to be you
Still tryin' to sound like them, just to make it through!!!!