War Games
Full Of Evil Sin (F.O.E.S.) Lyrics


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Uh yeah uh uh uh
What, Crooklyn Dodger Number 2
O.C., yeah back in the scene muthafucka
Me and Premo, you know, East New York
Bushwick, Bedstuy, and all those good places

Yo
My main frame, discipline like a soldier
Ready for war, pushups get my chest swoll up
What's the deal Preme? I mean the scaze
I think I got it locked in nigga, War Games is the theme
Rap commando, what's my handle
O.C. ample to rock shit
Battle niggas who pop shit
Green bareen thought slicka
I'm one step ahead, slide thru enemy lines like a black ack figga
Camouflage, runnin thru you zone with detection
Cuz the dark skinned marksmen
Run thru your section
Flesh ya bones, physical built like titanium
Bugs cover my grill like Iranians
Ill gorilla so called killas
I fear no man but Allah, for the god is he is still in us
The Renaissance Man, I roll with real like grenade
sharp like gem stars
Cause massive scars
O.C.'s all in it, dope I've been for years
Now I'm back in the scene, and I declare War Games

I bust off like a M-16
Rippin thru screens from head to toe, blood soak up your jeans
Rap veteran, earn my stripes, faught wars
Opposing forces, would O.C. take losses?
Naucious, you feelin kinda like throwing up
Cautious, watch ya step, land rhymes blowin up
Havin a pity for foes, fuck G.I. Joe
He's a sucker, slap the taste outta wild motherfuckas
Design a rhyme, like a plan for the government
Six Million like Steve Austin, costin
Apprehended if I am
In times and my body will erupt *explosion*
M-16 tapecatin, voids filled with ammo
Bust it through a crowd, a bitch nigga sing soprano
When I get you in the square, then I end you career
All MC's lets make one thing clear
You're all the same, I will remain, fuck the fame
Feelin the lane to shoot, I declare War Games

[Chorus: x2]
I declare War Games
For niggas who flaunt figgas for more fame
Gorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to ammo
With fire proof camouflage and power

Precise pinpoint it, pull it, when I cock back
This here rap will slap you and your team, and that bad bitch
Sleaves from my uncut, raw like cope
Preme dig up boys, roll up and smoke
Then toge it, back to B.I.
See I can do this, I'm professional
Too much weight to weigh any style
Dutch Master superior blend, inhale me right
Young Phillies take a toke of my rap, and get the
Willies para-
Noid, niggas all non void
Fuck with O.C., get your life destroyed
Like a marine, I'm a trained rap killing machine
Fiend to rock a mic, set from New York to New Orleans
Over seas I conquer, rough like blanca
Love to eat actors, gotta take for drama
When I flow I get comatose
In my own world
From the first verse, you saw my plan unfurl
I mean team same name, never change
My ammo is the demo competition on the mic
War Games

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"War Games"
"War Games"

Overall Meaning

The song "War Games" by Full Of Evil Sin (F.O.E.S.) is a hard-hitting rap song that is centered around the theme of war. The lyrics describe the rapper, O.C., as a disciplined soldier ready for battle. He declares that "War Games" is the theme, and he is a rap commando with a handle to rock the battlefield. O.C. goes on to describe himself as an ill gorilla, fearlessly running through enemy lines with ease.


The second verse continues with O.C. painting a vivid picture of himself as a rap veteran, earning his stripes on the battlefield by fighting opposing forces. He calls out other rappers, declaring that they are all the same, and he will remain true to himself, declaring "War Games" in the name of real hip-hop. The chorus repeats the phrase "War Games" and describes the tactics and firepower that O.C. possesses.


Overall, "War Games" is a powerful rap song that shows off the lyrical prowess of O.C. and his ability to paint a vivid picture of war and battle.


Line by Line Meaning

My main frame, discipline like a soldier
I am well-disciplined like a soldier in my thinking


Ready for war, pushups get my chest swoll up
I am prepared for battle and use pushups to pump myself up


What's the deal Preme? I mean the scaze
What's up Preme? I am wondering about the situation at hand


I think I got it locked in nigga, War Games is the theme
I believe I have a solid grasp on the situation at hand and the theme is that of a war


Rap commando, what's my handle
I am a rap commando and my name is my handle


O.C. ample to rock shit
I am O.C. and I am more than capable of handling any situation


Battle niggas who pop shit
I challenge those who talk tough


Green bareen thought slicka
I am smarter than the average person


I'm one step ahead, slide thru enemy lines like a black ack figga
I am one step ahead and move through enemy lines stealthily like a black attack fighter


Camouflage, runnin thru you zone with detection
I move unnoticed through your territory


Cuz the dark skinned marksmen
Because I am a dark-skinned marksman


Run thru your section
I run through your area with ease


Flesh ya bones, physical built like titanium
I am strong and durable like titanium


Bugs cover my grill like Iranians
I have bugs all over my face like Iranians in the desert


Ill gorilla so called killas
I am a formidable opponent for those who consider themselves killers


I fear no man but Allah, for the god is he is still in us
I am not afraid of any man except for Allah, for he is still within us


The Renaissance Man, I roll with real like grenade
I am a Renaissance Man and I surround myself with genuine people who are like grenades


sharp like gem stars
I am as sharp as a gem star


Cause massive scars
I leave a lasting impact on my opponents


O.C.'s all in it, dope I've been for years
I am fully committed to this and have been great for many years


Now I'm back in the scene, and I declare War Games
I have returned to the scene and declare that we are in a war


I bust off like a M-16
I unleash like an M-16 rifle


Rippin thru screens from head to toe, blood soak up your jeans
I rip through opponents like a bullet through a screen, causing blood to soak their jeans


Rap veteran, earn my stripes, faught wars
I am an experienced rapper who has earned my stripes and fought many battles


Opposing forces, would O.C. take losses?
I wonder if I would ever take any losses against the opposing forces


Naucious, you feelin kinda like throwing up
I can make you nauseous and feel like throwing up with my skills


Cautious, watch ya step, land rhymes blowin up
Be careful and watch where you step because my lyrics are explosive


Havin a pity for foes, fuck G.I. Joe
I feel sorry for my enemies, but I still say fuck G.I. Joe because I'm tougher than him


He's a sucker, slap the taste outta wild motherfuckas
G.I. Joe is weak and I'll slap the taste out of wild people


Design a rhyme, like a plan for the government
I formulate my rhymes like a plan for the government


Six Million like Steve Austin, costin
I am worth a lot like Steve Austin, who was rebuilt for six million dollars


Apprehended if I am
If they catch me, they will be able to understand


In times and my body will erupt *explosion*
My body will explode under intense pressure


M-16 tapecatin, voids filled with ammo
My M-16 is fully loaded and ready to fire


Bust it through a crowd, a bitch nigga sing soprano
When I bust through a crowd, cowards will sing high like a soprano


When I get you in the square, then I end you career
When I confront you directly, I will destroy your career


All MC's lets make one thing clear
Let's make one thing clear for all rappers


You're all the same, I will remain, fuck the fame
You are all the same, but I will always be different and I don't care about fame


Feelin the lane to shoot, I declare War Games
I am confident and I declare that we are in a war


For niggas who flaunt figgas for more fame
For those who show off money for more fame


Gorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to ammo
I use guerrilla warfare tactics and always have an unlimited supply of ammo


With fire proof camouflage and power
I use fire-proof camouflage and have a lot of power


Precise pinpoint it, pull it, when I cock back
I aim precisely and pull the trigger when I'm ready


This here rap will slap you and your team, and that bad bitch
My rap will crush you, your team, and your girl


Sleaves from my uncut, raw like cope
My rhymes are unfiltered and raw like cocaine


Preme dig up boys, roll up and smoke
Preme finds some weed, rolls it up, and we smoke it


Then toge it, back to B.I.
Then we share it and go back to Brooklyn


See I can do this, I'm professional
I am proficient and skilled at this


Too much weight to weigh any style
I am too heavy to be weighed down by any particular style


Dutch Master superior blend, inhale me right
I am the best and perfect for smoking in a Dutch Master


Young Phillies take a toke of my rap, and get the
Young men smoke when they listen to my rap, and they


Willies para-
Get the willies from it


Noid, niggas all non void
I make my enemies paranoid and they are all worthless


Fuck with O.C., get your life destroyed
If you fuck with me, you'll end up dead


Like a marine, I'm a trained rap killing machine
Like a Marine, I am a trained killer when it comes to rap


Fiend to rock a mic, set from New York to New Orleans
I am addicted to performing and will rock a mic anywhere from New York to New Orleans


Over seas I conquer, rough like blanca
I conquer overseas and I'm tough like a rock


Love to eat actors, gotta take for drama
I enjoy taking people down and confronting drama


When I flow I get comatose
When I start rhyming, I get in a trance


In my own world
I'm in my own reality


From the first verse, you saw my plan unfurl
From the first verse, you could see my plan unfold


I mean team same name, never change
I mean that my team has the same name and will never change


My ammo is the demo competition on the mic
My weapon is my demo and I challenge anyone on the mic to compete with me


War games
We are in a war


War games
We are in a war


War games
We are in a war


War games
We are in a war


War games
We are in a war




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: OMAR GERRYL CREDLE, CHRISTOPHER E MARTIN

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