I Declare War

By Shyheim

On Manchild

Released on June 22, 1999

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[Intro]

Yeah

Niggas want war, you ready?

No fuckin' doubt, son

Gimme the gun, man

What, you think somethin' sweet?

You cryin'?

Hell no I ain't cryin', never that

Look me in my eyes and tell me you ain't cryin'

Nigga, I'm livin' this shit every day of my motherfuckin' life, no doubt


[Verse 1]

With my x-ray vision, see through you lames for days

Every bullet counts, and we don't bust strays

I pop you in your waves, leave your shit spinnin'

Hollow heads in your head, head-on head collision

I'm bad news, "Extra, extra", read about me

Blowin' stolen, cops glockin' 197 lobby

My philosophy making niggas think they rockin' me

They can't possibly

I'm not a suspect, I'm far from that

And that uncontrolled substance

Like crack, cocaine, and Inspectah Deck

I don't know how yall see it, but it clean your specs

I'm too complex, what you say, complex?

I leaved you stressed with a complex

You better stop playin' games, that's the advice I suggest


[Chorus]

I walk like I'm at war, talk like I'm at war

Don't sleep like it ain't war, you speak like it ain't war

Better read the Art of War before crossin' my lines

You better read the Art of War before crossin' my lines

I walk like I'm at war, talk like I'm at war

Don't sleep like it ain't war, you speak like it ain't war

Better read the Art of War before crossin' my lines

You better read the Art of War before crossin' my lines


[Verse 2]

It ain't over till we even

I even got the life support machines just to keep you breathin'

I'm beef increasin', bees in season

You can be my eight-by-ten photo in the 120 in prison

I'm runnin' to your vision, squeezin' for no reason

Make it so hot, fuck summer, Shyheim should be a season

Be the greatest like Ali Muhamed

We get a million youths to march through New York like I live Muhamed

Predicted platinum by Nostradamus

Twenty-seven conglomerates, we communists

And ghetto richs to the extreme

Divine put the money behind the dreams

Of the microphone fiend

Now rushin' trough your screens


[Chorus]

I walk like I'm at war, talk like I'm at war

Don't sleep like it ain't war, you speak like it ain't war

Better read the Art of War before crossing my lines

You better read the Art of War before crossing my lines

I walk like I'm at war, talk like I'm at war

Don't sleep like it ain't war, you speak like it ain't war

Better read the Art of War before crossin' my lines

You better read the Art of War before crossin' my lines


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