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letra de ready for war - louis logic

[intro sample] (x4)
everybody know what i’m saying
from here to the himalayan

[louis logic]
charlie bawles, louis logic & mister jason

[verse 1: charlie bawles]
yo, i slay kids off the head, bang chicks on kegs
always stay spitting flames, repping cambridge till i’m dead
my language is that of a cat that’s paid dues
drank too many brews and got shanked in ‘92
now i rhyme for dudes that can’t comprehend what i been through
try to live their lives through the things that my pen do
mental too strong to get distracted by thongs
i rap to a song and burn y’all like hash in a bong
thrashing a fonz wannabee, thinking they cool
reach for the tool to show y’all i’m lethal to crews
i’m a teacher to fools, speak rules, slang hard
lame squads try to sell their soul, then blame god
when the gang’s barred from my inner circle of folks
treated like urkel, purple while i’m jerking your throat
always got a verse you can quote, show my true colors
charlie bawles, skitzofreniks, {{emcees?}} brew brothers, mother-what?

[intro sample] (x2)

[chorus 1: charlie bawles]
(a one)
run ya gums, y’all can all get done
(a two)
coming through, it’s the brothers of brew
(a three)
with mr. jason banging the beat
(a four)
charlie bawles comes ready for war

[verse 2: louis logic]
what y’all want, an apology?
for the way i swat emcees stopping me
on the street so they can drop a free
from stinking like they snacking on some rotten cheese
and eating sh-t sandwiches
the only way you’ll be rapping is with bandages
my fist damages r-t-rds and splits your face in
when i sit and wait in the bushes by your crib with mister jason
sipping straight gin, smart n-gg-s drink hard liquor
our scriptures can’t be reproduced like dark pictures
another louis logic and charlie bawles mixture
that makes your sweet squad’s tickers race and be far quicker
the hard-hitters that spar with ya like jail yard n-gg-s
and scar figures like a shark bit-cha
and leave y’all sicker than a dinner date with adolf hitler
step up in your face and start wit-cha
cause when i orchestrate an awful way to scar your face with razors
it’s beautiful, like them large lips on dark sisters

[intro sample] (x2)

[chorus 2: louis logic]
(a one)
running your guns and your onion gets lumped
(a two)
it’s louis logic with the brothers of brew
(a three)
mister jason puts the heat to the beat
(a four)
sword draws for y’all who ain’t ready for war

[verse 3: charlie bawles]
i never waste time on wh-r-s, i straight bone
don’t even work for dimes no more, like pay phones
i break bones, shake zones, stomp all you fake clones
got a mental bank full of poems, y’all should take loans
snakes roam through the gr-ss, pursuing the cash
me and louis make tracks that’ll ruin they staff
got harmon k!llebrew in the back, banging the drum sticks
next to the accomplice, we bomb kids, who wants it?

[verse 4: louis logic]
honest to god, i promised your squad
that my worst verse would burst like bombs in riyadh
disperse shards and spray, a supernova of chardonnay
that may land you a thousand yards away
so it’s smart to stay indoors and seek refuge
‘cause if we catch you [amuck?], it’s a three-piece special
one punch from a fist, one lump from a kick
and a bottle to your nogging f you’re not pumping my sh-t

[chorus 1: charlie bawles]

[chorus 2: louis logic]

- louis logic

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