Huerell - Art of War

Shooting in the dark
That's what it is cuz I'm true to my art ever
Ever since I was eight
I was doing what you can't
I'm a wolf you would never hear me bark, I
I attack with a rap
I brought toe tags
This a dead man fashion I'm packing
Never think that I'm lacking
Better fasten cuz this beat I'm crashing, Hmm
Let me show you what I signify
Got a tray of the truth cuz you been lie
Imma hang out the roof with this carbine
It's a demolition booth and I spark mines
Here's some food for some thought
Every line that I jot is proof of the lost culture you was never taught I'm
Splitting the light from the dark my nigga that's apartheid
I learned this shit before I even had to learn a gang sign
Back when it was landlines
Formulating landmines
Hoe imma man I know
Niggas wanna slit my throat
But they'll never clear my moat
I'm a peasant and I made my throne
Kicking down the big ass door
And placing it in Hip Hops home
Like I said this is mine
Said it nine times niggas better fall in line
This is Art of War
I fight for the poor
With every ounce that I pour
Nigga I'mma Moor so of course I want more
This is important
Gotta make better choices
Lead full of poison
Pain I rejoice in
So it's pain that I'm voicing
The tip of my joys end
That's what the point is
And all you do is make noises
Rolling with the boys and
From dusk to the morning
Yet I'm focused on this moment
Listen, so what's fueling me
Real nigga, on my eulogy
Nigga it's you or me
I'll be damned if you think that you doing me… in
For God I win
Gave me a sword in the form of a pen
Never felt the scorn you could feel from a man
Till you met him and boy I'm him
Going all in never parley
Fuck you niggas talking about this all day
Assassin I'm a ghost in these hallways
You niggas sweet like some parfait and you're my prey
And my war cry loud
Like I'm smoking on a pound
This a war on the crown
And it's safe to say
All you niggas is not safe

Written by:
Joshua Huerell

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