WW3 - Intellectual

AKIR ft. Payshir - “WW3”

[Emcee(s): AKIR and Payshir (AKA Paydaye)]

[Producer(s): [?]]

[Intro: AKIR]

Yeah. We’re fighting wars overseas and we’re still losing soldiers at home. Check

[Verse 1: AKIR]

Some nigga beat it up. Shorty just like to freak and fuck

And now she trying to give her fetus up for free. Her weekend sucks

It would be easier. So used to dudes leaving her

Chains of mind are keeping him, didn’t stress academia

It only made him cold with sickle cell anemia

Running through the streets like he was held by a demon’s clutch

And now she’s pleading so her son don’t have to see the judge

He turn and freeze like three G’s, hoping he’s free to budge

But as he thinks it’s easing up, beefing and leaves the club

See the bugs increase the piece and release the snub

Cease to love, The Beast’ll come quick to eat the young

That’s right. When a new seed is sprung, he never seen his son

That’s when the season’s done. The streets is never easing up

See the stuff, believing up in TV and CDs and such

Another evil stuck to profit off a recent bluff

Proceeds to go and seize the bucks, weeded while he reads his stuff

Feeding off, a scene is rough. Goons’ll beat him up

Sadly, dreams are tough. Respect is mostly seen with guns

And so he let his cannon spit. He couldn’t handle it

The loser trips—hit is damaging. Here come the ambulance

[Hook: AKIR] (x2)

This is World War 3. I got to

Get mine before they get me, go out in a blaze

And make history. This is World War 3

Political games that make life risky. Stick to my guns

And move swiftly

[Verse 2: Payshir (AKA Paydaye)]

Saudi Arabian sand corruption. Turmoil reach

The Holy Land, controlled by democratical plans

To overthrow government, breaking Allah’s covenant

Missiles strike on Afghanistan, kill an innocent man

Mindstate is Shayṭān, spiritual ground breaking. Make no

Mistake. Your rhyme connecting my line like cable man

Descendant of Abraham, Allah Don Arabian

Lick shots and rap more faster than taps from Savion

Misconceptions form cancerous with these new gods

I’ll use line to bruise—find another fake crew died

Is true lies a form of honest deception? I’ll magnify

Life, bring dozen lyrics from Allah’s projections. Here’s why

I said it: brutal lyrics leave crowds with paramedics

I’m forced to set it. Niggas is false like prosthetics

I’ll rock with it. Deer Park flow black like HBO

After dark, puffing the junk, reading schematics

To know the target, so I can rise above the demons

In the valley of the shadow of death, I'll stay gleaming