Izziachi - War (feat. Bumps Inf)

Yea,
That's what they tell you right
The danger and the terror's the point of the fight
But the changer gone wear out the point of the knife
Cuz we raging, war declared now, we win without sight
See we took the fright, and wrote it into these rhymes
And shook it right, into it's owner demon's spines
Hit the booth with the lines
To bring truth to the lies
They try to make me run so I choose to exercise

Sometimes I feel kind a fraud, sometimes I feel like a ghost
When I ain't tight with my God, feel like evil always close
See da past through my sin hole
shattered glass in the window
The battles I lost, added fast, over time grow
In the backyard I tossed, don't seem like no one mind doe
So I pray to my god for the spacious,
Gracious,
Infiltrations
Spaces where my blows have braces
Forgiveness of thy love, up above, off come the glove, When I'm In temptations faces

'Cuz certainty's the mark of a common-sense life
With faith we march on, respond and hence fight
Got-got-Got my fist clenched, like dawg, I just might
But-But I got them benched, this dog's not just bite
That's some cents, for the rich
need it more, than the poor
Leaving dents, with my fists
Till they bleed, on they door
If you ain't, been convinced,
Ain't gone speak it no more
Only fight, when it's right
When it's evil, it's WAR

(*****Bumpy verse****)
I ain't playin games no more
Think it's time to wage some war
'Fore I do, hold up; let me pray some more
Face the floor
Only thing that's left to say is "Praise The Lord"
Uh
Homie why you staring at me?
When I'm covered by the blood just like a bear attacked me
I'd say get on my level, but that'd be unfair 'cuz actually you would have to stand on top of a hundred thousand chairs to match me
Swear the flesh is very nasty
Only competition we really got is in in the mirror (Exactly)
So simple then,
For any man that dare to ask me
I'd say that we finally win
Indian, like they're Apache (get it?)
Let me stop before I just start feelin' myself
Crucify the flesh on a daily basis,
Man I be killing myself
43 exes still on my belt
I be in the gym tryna put on my health
I ain't tryna tell y'all what to do,
But I put God first cuz it really might help!
Bumpy

'Cuz certainty's the mark of a common-sense life
With faith we march on, respond and hence fight
Got-got-Got my fist clenched, like dawg, I just might
But I got them benched, this dog's not just bite
That's some cents, for the rich
need it more, than the poor
Leaving dents, with my fists
Till they bleed, on they door
If you ain't, been convinced
Ain't gone speak it no more
Only fight, when it's right
When it's evil, it's WAR

If you don't feel me maybe you've never felt real pain before
I mean REAL pain, not like when you stub your toe on the door
I mean like when you're 11 and you're parents get divorced
Cuz yo Dad screaming to deafen and it's scaring you sore
Or you see your momma is sweating cuz cancer's creeping ashore
And threaten to make her a corps
Man, I can't take it no more
You ain't stressing and tested until it's messing with yours
Or when you getting molested and you're blaring out no more
Call that aggression depression and keep it locked under the floor
Man, that's the whole bear I bore
Made my soul tear in four
Oh I'm sorry, am I expressing more than you care for?
Have you never felt, this, uncomfortable before?
Well there's many stories and this is just the first floor of my tour
So I painted it all with the glories of the Lord
so therefore, I pray for
Any other brother who's past, lookin back, is eyesores
Hoping it'll be the last
But the Devil's uttering encore

You wanna make it past,
But your past, a locked door
Stops you in your tracks,
Maybe even shake you from your core
Don't wanna touch that scratch, cuz it's really deep and sore
Brother but at last, I know the key to the door

See, It's YOU I sauce it for
Tsidkenu got the top score
Still every night, got to fight like never before
He'll be with ya won't ever ditch ya' or even let ya be ignored
These broken bones are my weapons, don't need stones for this....War.

Written by:
Kenneth Coppens

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