Ready for war

It's the King, The Cauze, the bing, the bars

The skin, the scars, the limbs, the gauze

Next known body that, X hold shotty cat

Roger that, lodging that right inside your Dodger cap

The odds of that, more than that, margin gap

The artists that they marvel at

A starving cat, involving gat, evolve from that

I brawl for that, off of that

Medicine, the veterans is gettin' slim

The evidence, my presence is unprecedented

I'm reminiscing of a demolition

Over premonition of a dead division

Many risen, many prisons overcrowded

The powers won't allow it

Get devoured by the sour when the powels in the bowels

Them hours that them cowards is hidin' from

Colliding one, size my gun

If I was you, I would run

Leaving either lung

Reach inside my trunk

And leave Philly with my team like I'm Iverson

"You asked for war"

"You ain't ready for war"

"Whatever I see, I attack"

"Put the gun down"

"The motherfucker won't listen"

I go by Reef The Lost Cauze.

Mmmhuuhahahah

Yo, who the fuck you think you talkin' to

I'll fuckin' destroy all of you

The Cauze, you dudes running into walls that I'm walkin' through

They see my face in the game, they call audibles

Offing you, junkyard dogs, Sargent Slaughter you

Before you open your trap, here's what you outta do

Fuck you pay me, need cash before I talk to you

I need cash, to cop me another Glock

The industry make me sick, the industry can suck my cock

I don't need none of you, consider me a favor

I don't need none of you, consider me a hater

You don't know me, consider me a stranger

Independent for life, they consider me a major

Never a star gazer, I am so space

Show up to your showcase, leave you with a broke face

Holding pipes, run up on your open mic

And you'll never be shit except unimpressive and over hyped

"You asked for war"

"You ain't ready for war"

"Whatever I see, I attack"

"Put the gun down"

"The motherfucker won't listen"

We contract killers, sign the line there's no clause

In the City Of God we obey no laws

We renegade, we razor blade with steady aim

Heavy rain of kerosene makin' deadly flames

Hood paradise, slum merchant with his gun squirtin'

We can't live in peace cause we the only ones hurtin'

Keep my mind in space but leak Pharaoh blood

Keep my words engraved on a hollow slug

It's the Army, and what that means is

I'm worldwide and my goals and dreams is big

I'm sittin' on top of stars, the moon and the sun

When I rap, I'm backed by some goons with guns

I crack jaws like Marciano with brass knuckles

It's real life my nigga, we way past the hustle

We linked up with The Returners now the heads is turnin'

And how the fuck did y'all sleep when the beds are burnin'?

"You asked for war"

"You ain't ready for war"

"Whatever I see, I attack"

"Put the gun down"

"The motherfucker won't listen"

"You asked for war"

"You ain't ready for war"

"Put my Glock away I got a weapon that never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war"