Constant War - Lil B

I don’t know how I could think in this battlefield that we livin' in

I’ma stay strong, though

I need y’all to vote for Lil B always, vote for the BasedGod, push him to the

top

BasedGod!

I need you, we takin' over

I sold crack out the window like Jack in the Box

I got the Gat stash, MAC stash, black in the box

It’s like when I rap, nigga, I’m outta the block

But best believe bitch, I’m never off of my block

It’s the best thing for me to settle my rocks

I’m like beggin' pedals to stop, I keep on goin', I keep flowin'

Nigga I’m gon' keep on showin' that you can’t fuck with me, the drive foreign

If I come at you, it’s a luxury I made you famous

You asked me who I am?

You must be heinous

After I rap, you won’t even know what your name is

But nigga, if you ask me, I prefer you as nameless

The rap shit come quick, make me think that you brainless

You just deranged and crazy, another soul lookin' for a friend

You see a friend in me?

You get Gat’d again

And the type of bullets that make friction and wind

And the friction between me and you, I thought we was kin

correct, bitch

That means I’m connected to your spine, regroupin' your neck bitch

Hopefully when I bitch, the sun gets you flex bitch

I’m in another category, separate from the rest, bitch

My words scramble like Scattergorie

Cover myself as one of the best

Adjust my options, never stoppin'

It’s overdue if I’m goin' slow with you

My flows is compressed like Ziploc bags

Ammo hangin' over my shoulder like Rambo

Bustin' out ammo, you niggas holdin' your position

I’m a first-class rapper, I send ya first class in the new state faster

Than American Airlines move terrain, you bastards

Four-by-four on you niggas, run over you faster

Than a nigga on the train tracks, he askin' for death

It’s comin', faster than ever

Nigga, my average in blastin' is like my average in battlin'

2 and 0, gettin' homeruns, tag team you bastards

Hit me with bullets, relax

Hot cone, touch your neck, pistol get in your kidneys

I can’t help it, I’m written, can’t help the feedback

For all the songs I’ve been gettin', financial aid is included

'Cause I’m new to you bitches

And don’t forget it when I’m say I’m, shit maybe

It’s true man, forget it

All the words that I rap, pronounced right either

All the flows that I spit, suckers

They hit 'em with

You women know I be spittin' okay

And them bitch niggas I be roastin' they brains

(Brains, brains, brains, brains)