NuSoul the Poet - Drums of War (G.O.A.T. II) (feat. 2 Throwed Mindz)

I believe in myself
Yeah
I paint a picture every motherfucking time I put some heat on the shelf
Uh
I know I say it all the time, but when I spit, I see I leave niggas pressed
Shit
You want a shot at the title for the throne nigga be my guest
When I swing, no flex
Put em' down like Frazier
Nigga who next, uh
I'm the GOAT cause I said so
Nobody running with me
Leave them niggas legs broke
You in the presence of a King so when you step into the ring
You either bow right now, or you're done for
The city made a nigga so cutthroat
I'm in a war zone, niggas let them thangs go
I'm from the city ain't too many seeing twenty
They put sets in the air
Then they let they guns blow
When the city's in a uproar
When they play us in the club, leaving blood on the Dancefloor
Ain't no niggas that compare, bro
They talking big on the internet, but little do these hoes know
The NuSoul bout to explode
The BMT is in my rear view
I'm ready for the road
For the lights and the fans
For the girls in the stands
Put my city on the map
And I'll be back for the encore
I'm a black star born in ya backyard
Five Star General, the leader of the vanguard
Hella driven like NASCAR
Built to blow a planet out the sky like a motherfucking Death Star
So if you shoot, don't miss your target
I've been known to swing the pendulum and stain your carpet
Don't blame the fucking killer, blame the nigga that sparked em
Dark Knight is on the rise, setting fire to Gotham
I'm the GOAT (These are the drums of war)
(Can you feel it? I know you feel it in your system)
(What my heart beats for)
(Can you hear it? I know you hear it in your system)
(When I come through the fog)
(Can you see me? I know you see me in your vision)
(When the bass hits hard) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Can you take it? I know you shaking in your mental)
I believe in myself
Even when others doubting that I got what it takes to see T-O-P
Man, that's on me no one else
To rise to the occasion like early morning sunrise and momma scraping up them skillets with the bacon
My skills gon' take me to some places that I've never gone and never been
See truth be told you could be cold
But it's evident if you ain't being consistent with your efforts you could never win
See I've been blessed with the gift of gab
To bless anything that I touch with this pen and pad
I hit the gas anytime I write a song on any beat
I'm attacking like I'm Titan strong
Eren Yeager when he bite the bone
These wack rappers imitate us wanna be us they just like some clones, yeah
See I go hard for all of those in the trenches
Penny pinching just to make sure that the lights stay on
Them kids hungry and probably need they diapers changing
From a place where everyday seeming like it's raining
I ain't talking bout no thunderstoming gloomy skies
More like banana clipping precipitation aiming and taking lives
But be it from my own kin or these public servants
Got me wondering do they really hate the color of my
Epidermis
Hotter than a furnace
Tryna see a increase in my profit is what a affirming
If it ain't benefitting my energy it's no concerning
Don't ever rush to be successful pimping, I been learning
Man ain't no sense in having goals if you don't set them things in motion
Grab the keys and crank it up, get the wheels rolling
Old-school pulling up clean I'm feeling 2 Throwed
Premonition into fruition, a track with NuSoul
I'd rather sign checks, no contracts with ball and chain loop-holes (So allow me to reintroduce myself)
(My name is Soul, nigga)
(These are the drums of war)
(Can you feel it? I know you feel it in your system)
(What my heart beats for)
(Can you hear it? I know you hear it in your system)
(When I come through the fog)
(Can you see me? I know you see me in your vision)
(When the bass hits hard)
(Can you take it? I know you shaking in your mental)

Written by:
Albert Alexander, Christian Bessard, James Calais

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find