[Verse 1 Lakim Shabazz] See, what you gotta do is man your battle stations Im gracin Contest, start the process of elimination Make a maneouvre, you move too fast to see Whos next up? Lets see whos last decree My strike is fatal, you feel the wrath, youre doomed Today is gonna be dog days afternoon Rappers, I torture, teach em what naughty means Pick em like coffee beans and show em what off me means They go against, they never win, they get dockseated Lyrics hit you so hard you think you had a shock treatment Rappers, I pass flash by em like a thunderclap My mic is a axe, so call me a rapping lumberjack A terrorizin terror makin no errors Youre a duck, so Ima pluck all of your feathers My voice remounts, its full like a fountain MCs, I caught em, manslaughter em while Im countin They mullah, then I look in they crews eye Watch em take a deep breath, then step from the set Cause my killer instincts will show in deadly ways Look around, can you count all the heads I laid? Lak Shabazz, a menace, a real trouble maker Let it be known that Im hard, I love to take a Weak wack rapper and make him look down to me Because he looks like Bozo the Clown to me Everything is serious, nothin to smile for You gotta brace yourself for the style wars [Hook] Ready to go to war now We are ready to go to war now We are ready to go to war now [Verse 2 Lakim Shabazz] Well, Im back to attack, clash of a mic and a titan Im fully equipped to rip and totally enlighten Lyrics are swift and smooth, hit you real, see When you hear em, you forget all about the beat Laks the name, not a game like double dare MC get scared or beware because troubles here You wanna battle me? Hey look, go for it Your lyrics are old school, prehistoric Ancient, corroded and busted Greasy and dirty and full of combustion What a flop, what a pity, what a waste of time You want def rhymes? Heres a taste of mine Lyrics I write contain a hard, def style Yours are soft and moist, made out of textile ? , put em in the double x file Of wack rappers, they gotta exiled Call me an undertaker, I use my mic like a guillotine Take 10 seconds to find out what killer mean Theres always a sucker in the crowd thatll spill the beans So just bodybag him and ship him to the Philippines Mission accomplished like I promised Youre on a wack staff, I got the last laugh Im cold serious, nothin to smile for You gotta brace yourself for the style wars [Hook] Cause these are the style wars DJ Cee Just We are ready to go to war now Ah yeah, Flavor Unit in effect 1990, small things behind me Righteous Force Productions in effect You know what Im sayin Cold rippin off necks And Im outta here We in effect, yall Peace
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