Tragedy of War (In III Parts)

*Mr. Len cuts and scratches the phrase "Jus` style is infinite"*<br><br>[Bigg Jus]<br>Yo, yo, it stink like dead rappers, check it<br>The re-birth, type of warfare biological<br>Delve into my Waterworld, overcome any obstacle<br>In your bodyframe we`re aimin for the jugular<br>Kids take my styles like D.A. to drug smugglers<br>Jus the acquisite a prize, the lyrical Charmin<br>You ridin fat, hoochies tryin to glimpse the summit<br>In the wintertime yo I be killin Storm Troopers<br>Cluein your crew in to exactly who done it<br>Bigg Jus mind invention the king battle of epic proportions<br>Lyrical intrigue, the master of contortion<br>Optimized computerization virus<br>Paradoxical acoustic sound bombing<br>My complexity weaves fourth-dimensional in your mind<br>Check the index under ego smashin<br>Propaganda bashin, meetin the merciless<br>Pry apart your bourgeoise industry functions<br>Smoke the rhymes to give the microphone lung cancer<br>You crabs is straight slummin<br>A good investment, a high-yield earning<br>Your high anxiety burning off the fumes from my burners<br>My evil memoirs interleave intrigue<br>to get more niggaz high than Kilimanjaro<br>Indelible confrontation be way out your league<br>So say goodbye, to tomorrow like Key<br>Otherwise or the king of action<br>Packed like a liquor store auto when check cashin<br><br> Never before, have you been able to witness<br> so much cruelty, live and in color<br> In the privacy, of your own home<br><br>*Mr. Len cuts and scratches "painful"*<br><br>*Mr. Len cuts and scratches "El P is here to spark it"*<br><br>[El-P]<br>Alright bring that down though<br>One two..<br>When I walk I stomp out messages<br>MC`s with they holiday hollow chocolate mics appear thespian<br>Forbidden got a stomach full of pop rocks and thumbtacks ingested<br>Deaded, similar to cold war Asians as a law can cost effective<br>This mister wizard blitzed by the kilometer don`t resist<br>Shit alternative fuel combat conglomerates<br>I`m on it like shit is in a bag via colostomy<br>Hostile macho stuck tryin to get his buck in a lottery<br>I`m not dead pilot a cropduster ahead of resevoir bound<br>Drop the payload, cargo packed by the Dow Jones`<br>Got your holed up in a marble chest and rebels leak urine<br>Your basic components of a mechanized style modular<br>Fury has no pattern like the gain enslaves the shifty<br>Quite simply for both king of panic, implode<br>Bureacratic backers provoke my frantic rantings<br>Fuck with up and comers like in my school is senseless<br>We all felt pain arranged from migraines to chronic jaundice<br>Stepped into the country bar flippin strictly ebonics<br>Fell upon a M*A*S*H unit wounded<br>I practically froze and felt stony, vision I suppose<br>Memo track that`s just trapped in Japanime and molested<br>And can`t recall the glance of the action was comfortable express<br>shots from the tachyon synchronized<br>I settled directly down to it and studied for your demise<br>Skeletal frames proceed to safe tree that was splashed<br>The Jackson Pollack effect<br>Without directly coordinating men it`s jump Watership Down<br>Dissension, to kill the pig and pay the rent invention