My War, Your Problem Lyrics - Singles - Weerd Science

Every one of my lyrics when you hear it 

it'll burn your face as sulfuric acid 

If you're holdin' the microphone I suggest you pass it. 

Hand it over quickly 

Sickly's the only way I know how to drop it 

Every time I kick it people look at me like my name's 

Ripley's Believe it or Not 

Got a wonderful time slot here at the Zero Hour 

Been laughed at for rappin' ever since I was a little coward 

By all the kids who towered over me 

Overpowered me and beat the shit out of my face 

Like it's the job clock in an hour 

And how are we the ones who powered these machines 

And we can't get nothin' done, we controlled by kings and queens 

The unseen son, the one in the attic 

Hope the dream don't come true 

America, she loves you 

Without us who would back up the groceries 

Or price up the clothes that you normally don't see 

On average joes, oh that's me 

Little dirtbag rapper and glad to be 

I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top condition 

I keep on spittin' but no one listens 

I must drop fire, I can not wait for a fall 

This is our only hope, this is a war 

This is a war 

*Every picture you see is a reflection of marketing 

The targeting of certain audiences as only a major corporation could 

It's simple: They feed you shit. Just stop eating it, genius. 

Run up in the Universal Office and find Doug Morris 

Pound him in his office, his life ain't real pretty 

Like bitches that sing choruses 

These forces are forcin' us to try to relate 

In spite of what they lead you to believe in the first place 

Can't move in the city 'cause it's packed so tight 

Everybody up in my business, dissin' the lyrics I write 

Dismissin' my raps off their shoulder like the never happened 

Actin' so thuggish like they tough like Tinactin 

It's rubbish, it's all bubble gum to me 

Nobody bumpin' me stoppin' by your record company 

I'ma flatten MC's with platinum CDs 

You see these two fists? They each got MT 

Tons of Budweiser, got balls of steel wire 

Like a sidewalk and supposedly ya'll are keepin' it real 

But mostly ya just provoke and poke at me 

And hopefully you remember your jokes to me 

I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top condition 

I keep on spittin' but no one listens 

I must drop fire, I can not wait for a fall 

This is our only hope, this is a war 

This is a war 

*If ??? rap in you was approved by tests you'd see it's got nothin' to do with you. 

The real gangstas are old white men putting these records out. 

Hip-hop? That's the last thing they give a fuck about.* 

By any means necessary I'm buryin' advesary 

Every vocal performance it's important to stary vary 

If you wanna feed all then you got motorcall 

And I'm on the line, we can meet at the grassy knoll at ten 

Maybe rap was never hip-hop to them 

Seems like it's just a cash crop to them 

So don't claim you spit it proper then 

This war must never end 

I can no longer pretend to be down 

If I die in a battle that's fine 

I got a potion named Revolution number 9 

I got a heart that beats for the art 

This is hip-hop for the love 

Not a 1 on the charts 

I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top condition 

I keep on spittin' but no one listens 

I must drop fire, I can not wait for a fall 

This is our only hope, this is a war 

This is a war 

This is a war, this is a war 

This is a war, this is a war 

This is a war, this is a war