Tragedy Of War (In III Parts)

*Mr. Len cuts and scratches the phrase "Jus' style is infinite"* [Bigg Jus]

Yo, yo, it stink like dead rappers, check it

The re-birth, type of warfare biological

Delve into my

Waterworld, overcome any obstacle

In your bodyframe we're aimin for the jugular

Kids take my styles like

D.A. to drug smugglers

Jus the acquisite a prize, the lyrical

Charmin You ridin fat, hoochies tryin to glimpse the summit

In the wintertime yo

I be killin

Storm Troopers

Cluein your crew in to exactly who done it

Bigg Jus mind invention the king battle of epic proportions

Lyrical intrigue, the master of contortion

Optimized computerization virus

Paradoxical acoustic sound bombing

My complexity weaves fourth-dimensional in your mind

Check the index under ego smashin

Propaganda bashin, meetin the merciless

Pry apart your bourgeoise industry functions

Smoke the rhymes to give the microphone lung cancer

You crabs is straight slummin

A good investment, a high-yield earning

Your high anxiety burning off the fumes from my burners

My evil memoirs interleave intrigue to get more niggaz high than

Kilimanjaro

Indelible confrontation be way out your league

So say goodbye, to tomorrow like

Key Otherwise or the king of action

Packed like a liquor store auto when check cashin

Never before, have you been able to witness so much cruelty, live and in color

In the privacy, of your own home *

Mr. Len cuts and scratches "painful"* *

Mr. Len cuts and scratches "El P is here to spark it"* [El-P]

Alright bring that down though

One two..

When I walk

I stomp out messages

MC's with they holiday hollow chocolate mics appear thespian

Forbidden got a stomach full of pop rocks and thumbtacks ingested

Deaded, similar to cold war

Asians as a law can cost effective

This mister wizard blitzed by the kilometer don't resist

Shit alternative fuel combat conglomerates

I'm on it like shit is in a bag via colostomy

Hostile macho stuck tryin to get his buck in a lottery

I'm not dead pilot a cropduster ahead of resevoir bound

Drop the payload, cargo packed by the

Dow Jones'

Got your holed up in a marble chest and rebels leak urine

Your basic components of a mechanized style modular

Fury has no pattern like the gain enslaves the shifty

Quite simply for both king of panic, implode

Bureacratic backers provoke my frantic rantings

Fuck with up and comers like in my school is senseless

We all felt pain arranged from migraines to chronic jaundice

Stepped into the country bar flippin strictly ebonics

Fell upon a

M*A*S*H unit wounded

I practically froze and felt stony, vision

I suppose

Memo track that's just trapped in

Japanime and molested

And can't recall the glance of the action was comfortable express shots from the tachyon synchronized

I settled directly down to it and studied for your demise

Skeletal frames proceed to safe tree that was splashed

The Jackson

Pollack effect

Without directly coordinating men it's jump

Watership

Down Dissension, to kill the pig and pay the rent invention