War Acapella by Anacron Lyrics

[Verse 1: Anacron]
Hit em up, Hit em up
Anytime I dip and hit em up
Hit em up, Hit em up
Anytime I dip and Hit em up
Hit em up, Hit em up
Anytime I dip and Hit em up
Hit em up, Hit em up
Anytime I dip and Hit em up
You might see me getting in a truck
Or an old school crippin' in a bug
Cuter than a kitten in a cup
I'm clockin' much dough, scratch and pay
Simply rocking the old fashion way
Niggas talking but don't jack to say
Till I'm socking punks go Cassius Clay
Typically tyrannical tyrants inscribe these virus to papyrus via Sirius of satellites
Serious epidemics, plague lens and stylus
Say something
And I'm suddenly serving you, your squad and your stylist
Try to diss and watch me fry a bitch and while their beater is bumping you'll die to this
Little literally limited linebackers die faster in scrimmages
Gimmicks just fade, and trends will just age but lyrical wizardry's limitless
I compose lines but most quotes you gotta rewind fo' times thats a cold rhyme, gets muttered
A fo' sho sign that I mold minds
The gallery network completed this application and Anacron co-signed
Engaging fools I'm a raging bull and these busters are bucks and bovines
These dopes write about slangin' dope and think that they got dope rhymes
Me, Ha, I smirk at these jerks and I know that it's go time