CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : The Dunking Dutchman
Who will survive in World War Three? (None!)
Who got a style that come close to me? (None!)
n***as screamin' "battle", who step to me? (None!)
To all you fakers, it's time to meet your maker
Who will survive in World War Three? (None!)
Who got a style that come close to me? (None!)
n***as screamin' "battle", who step to me? (None!)
To all you fakers, it's time to meet your maker
I been in this game for years, too; nothin' is brand new
I'm huntin' emcees and beats get ran through
They know me overseas, the seas of sand, too
Don't bitе the hand that feeds, might squeeze the blam, too (Zazazaza!)
Unscrеw you like [?], guns and grams, too
Young adolescents, they livin' like bamboo (Stupid)
I'm a staple, iconic to these lovely sonics (Uh-huh)
It can start to get demonic, you portrayin' brolic
I got it (I got it)
I got it, I got it, I got it (I got it!)
I got it, I got it, I got it (I got it!)
I got it, I got it
It can start to get demonic, you portrayin' brolic (Tzazazazaza!)
Check it, the Van Allen belts get melted and broke through
I came to demote you, I'll leave 'em with no clue
You crazy if you try to play me, I be done broke through
I rose above off the mic, the pen and the Pro Tools
Who will survive in World War Three? (None!)
Who got a style that come close to me? (None!)
n***as screamin' "battle", who step to me? (None!)
To all you fakers, it's time to meet your maker
Who will survive in World War Three? (None!)
Who got a style that come close to me? (None!)
n***as screamin' "battle", who step to me? (None!)
To all you fakers, it's time to meet your maker
you either make or miss in life
And you don't get many opportunities (It's true)
Uh, if you don't win the title, you said that you would still feel like you had a whole, very fulfilling career
I would. It would be... disappointing that I'd never won, but my career would never—would never, ever be disappointing, because of the success that comes with—
I'd wipe away the traces of your memory
Dump Gawd
Who got a style that come close to me? (None!)
n***as screamin' "battle", who step to me? (None!)
To all you fakers, it's time to meet your maker
Who will survive in World War Three? (None!)
Who got a style that come close to me? (None!)
n***as screamin' "battle", who step to me? (None!)
To all you fakers, it's time to meet your maker
I been in this game for years, too; nothin' is brand new
I'm huntin' emcees and beats get ran through
They know me overseas, the seas of sand, too
Don't bitе the hand that feeds, might squeeze the blam, too (Zazazaza!)
Unscrеw you like [?], guns and grams, too
Young adolescents, they livin' like bamboo (Stupid)
I'm a staple, iconic to these lovely sonics (Uh-huh)
It can start to get demonic, you portrayin' brolic
I got it (I got it)
I got it, I got it, I got it (I got it!)
I got it, I got it, I got it (I got it!)
I got it, I got it
It can start to get demonic, you portrayin' brolic (Tzazazazaza!)
Check it, the Van Allen belts get melted and broke through
I came to demote you, I'll leave 'em with no clue
You crazy if you try to play me, I be done broke through
I rose above off the mic, the pen and the Pro Tools
Who will survive in World War Three? (None!)
Who got a style that come close to me? (None!)
n***as screamin' "battle", who step to me? (None!)
To all you fakers, it's time to meet your maker
Who will survive in World War Three? (None!)
Who got a style that come close to me? (None!)
n***as screamin' "battle", who step to me? (None!)
To all you fakers, it's time to meet your maker
you either make or miss in life
And you don't get many opportunities (It's true)
Uh, if you don't win the title, you said that you would still feel like you had a whole, very fulfilling career
I would. It would be... disappointing that I'd never won, but my career would never—would never, ever be disappointing, because of the success that comes with—
I'd wipe away the traces of your memory
Dump Gawd
