War games   War games      Uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh   What, Crooklyn Dodger Number 2   O.C., yeah back in the scene muthafucka   Me and Premo, you know, East New York   Bush wick, Bedstuy and all those good places      Yo, my main frame, discipline like a soldier   Ready for war, push ups get my chest swell up   What's the deal Preme? I mean the scape   I think I got it locked in nigga, War Games is the theme      Rap commando, what's my handle O.C. ample to rock shit   Battle niggas who pop shit green bareen thought slicka   I'm one step ahead, slide through enemy lines like a black ack figga   Camouflage, runnin' through you zone with detection      'Cuz the dark skinned marksmen run through your section   Flesh ya bones, physical built like titanium   Bugs cover my grill like Iranians ill gorilla so called killas   I fear no man but Allah, for the god is he is still in us      The Renaissance Man, I roll with real like grenade   Sharp like gem stars 'cause massive scars   O.C.'s all in it, dope I've been for years   Now I'm back in the scene and I declare War Games      I bust off like a M-16 rippin' through screens from head to toe   Blood soak up your jeans, rap veteran, earn my stripes, fought wars   Opposing forces, would O.C. take losses?   Naucious, you feelin' kinda like throwing up      Cautious, watch ya step, land rhymes blowin' up   Havin' a pity for foes, fuck G.I. Joe   He's a sucker, slap the taste outta wild motherfuckas   Design a rhyme, like a plan for the government      Six Million like Steve Austin, costin' apprehended if I am   In times and my body will erupt   M-16 tapecatin', voids filled with ammo   Bust it through a crowd, a bitch nigga sing soprano      When I get you in the square, then I end you career   All MC's lets make one thing clear   You're all the same, I will remain, fuck the fame   Feelin' the lane to shoot, I declare War Games      I declare War Games   For niggas who flaunt figgas for more fame   Gorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to ammo   With fire proof camouflage and power      I declare War Games   For niggas who flaunt figgas for more fame   Gorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to ammo   With fire proof camouflage and power      Precise pinpoint it, pull it, when I cock back   This here rap will slap you and your team and that bad bitch   Sleaves from my uncut, raw like cope   Preme dig up boys, roll up and smoke      Then toge it, back to B.I. see I can do this, I'm professional   Too much weight to weigh any style   Dutch Master superior blend, inhale me right   Young Phillies take a toke of my rap and get the Willies para      Noid, niggas all non void   Fuck with O.C., get your life destroyed   Like a marine, I'm a trained rap killing machine   Fiend to rock a mic, set from New York to New Orleans      Over seas I conquer, rough like Blanca   Love to eat actors, gotta take for drama   When I flow I get comatose in my own world   From the first verse, you saw my plan unfurl   I mean team same name, never change   My ammo is the demo competition on the mic   War games      War games   War games   War games   War games   War games