War Games
Johnny O.C./O.C. Lyrics
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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
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
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The song "War Games" by O.C. and DJ Premier is a declaration of war from a rap commando. The lyrics describe the artist's preparedness for battle, both physically and lyrically. He compares himself to a soldier, physically disciplined and ready to fight. The theme of the song is war, with O.C. portraying himself as a rapper on the front lines. He refers to himself as a "rap killing machine" and vows to destroy all competition on the mic. Through his lyrics, he asserts himself as a dominant force in the rap game, ready to declare war on any challengers.
The chorus repeats the words "I declare War Games" multiple times, emphasizing the theme of war and the artist's readiness for battle. O.C. references military tactics and weapons such as camouflage, M-16s, and ammunition to build the theme of war throughout the song. The lyrics are delivered with a forceful and commanding tone, adding to the overall feeling of aggression that runs through the song.
Line by Line Meaning
My main frame, discipline like a soldier
I am mentally and physically prepared for battle, highly disciplined like a soldier
Ready for war, pushups get my chest swoll up
I am physically fit and prepared for war, as demonstrated by my regimen of pushups
What's the deal Preme? I mean the scaze
What's going on Premo? How's everything going?
I think I got it locked in nigga, War Games is the theme
I am confident and ready to go, and the central theme is War Games
Rap commando, what's my handle
I am a rap commando, one who is highly skilled at his craft
O.C. ample to rock shit
I, O.C., am more than ready to perform and rock the mic
Green bareen thought slicka
My thought process is agile and quick, like a green beret
I'm one step ahead, slide thru enemy lines like a black ack figga
I am always one step ahead of my adversaries, slipping through their lines like a skilled pilot
Camouflage, runnin thru you zone with detection
I am like a soldier in camouflage, running through enemy territory undetected
Cuz the dark skinned marksmen
My dark skin is like that of a skilled and accurate marksman
Run thru your section
I move swiftly and decisively through enemy territory
Flesh ya bones, physical built like titanium
I am physically strong and resilient, like titanium
Bugs cover my grill like Iranians
My mouth is covered with bugs like a soldier in a desert covered in sand
Ill gorilla so called killas
I am an ill gorilla, unmatched in my lethalness, unlike other so-called killers
I fear no man but Allah, for the god is he is still in us
I fear no man except for Allah, for he is the only one superior to us
The Renaissance Man, I roll with real like grenade
I am like a Renaissance man, multi-talented and skilled, and I roll with real people who can explode like a grenade at any moment
sharp like gem stars
I am sharp and precise like a throwing star
Cause massive scars
I am capable of causing major damage
O.C.'s all in it, dope I've been for years
I, O.C., am committed to this game, and have been for many years
Now I'm back in the scene, and I declare War Games
I am back in the hip hop scene, and I am declaring a battle, or War Games
I bust off like a M-16
I am quick and precise in battle, like an M-16 assault rifle
Rippin thru screens from head to toe, blood soak up your jeans
I am tearing through enemies from head to toe, causing blood to soak their clothes
Rap veteran, earn my stripes, faught wars
I am a seasoned veteran in the rap game who has earned his stripes, and has fought many battles
Opposing forces, would O.C. take losses?
I am so skilled that it is unlikely that I will take any losses against my opponents
Naucious, you feelin kinda like throwing up
My opponents are feeling sick and not doing well against me
Cautious, watch ya step, land rhymes blowin up
My opponents need to be careful and watch where they step, as my rhymes are explosive
Havin a pity for foes, fuck G.I. Joe
I have no sympathy for my enemies, and I do not respect G.I. Joe
He's a sucker, slap the taste outta wild motherfuckas
G.I. Joe is weak, and I will knock some sense into any wild and violent individuals
Design a rhyme, like a plan for the government
I am meticulously designing and crafting my rhymes, like a government plans its strategy
Six Million like Steve Austin, costin
Like Steve Austin, I am worth a lot of money, and I am valuable in the rap game
Apprehended if I am
If I am caught, the consequences will be severe
In times and my body will erupt *explosion*
There will be explosive consequences if I am cornered
M-16 tapecatin, voids filled with ammo
Like an M-16, I am prepared with plenty of ammunition
Bust it through a crowd, a bitch nigga sing soprano
I will blow my enemies away and make them shriek in a high-pitched voice
When I get you in the square, then I end you career
Once I have my opponents cornered, I will end their careers
All MC's lets make one thing clear
I am addressing all rappers, and making a clear statement
You're all the same, I will remain, fuck the fame
All rappers are the same, but I will always be different, and I do not care about fame
Feelin the lane to shoot, I declare War Games
I am itching for a battle, and I am declaring a War Games
[Chorus: x2]
The chorus is the repetition of the song's title, War Games
For niggas who flaunt figgas for more fame
This War Games is for those who brag about their wealth and fame
Gorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to ammo
I am using guerrilla warfare tactics, with access to unlimited ammunition
With fire proof camouflage and power
I am fully protected and equipped with fireproof camouflage and strength
Precise pinpoint it, pull it, when I cock back
I am precise and deadly when I prepare to strike like pulling a gun's trigger
This here rap will slap you and your team, and that bad bitch
My rhymes are so powerful that they can knock out both my opponents and their female companions
Sleaves from my uncut, raw like cope
My rhymes are uncut and uncensored, and are as raw as cocaine
Preme dig up boys, roll up and smoke
Premo is summoning his crew, who are tough and ready to fight
Then toge it, back to B.I.
Then together, we will go back to Brooklyn
See I can do this, I'm professional
I am highly skilled and professional in my craft
Too much weight to weigh any style
My style is so unique and powerful that it cannot be measured
Dutch Master superior blend, inhale me right
My rhymes are like a superior blend of a high-quality cigar, meant to be savored
Young Phillies take a toke of my rap, and get the
My rhymes are so potent that they can get anyone high, like smoking a cigar
Willies para-
My rhymes can make people paranoid, or fearful
Noid, niggas all non void
My rhymes can make people anxious and non-functional
Fuck with O.C., get your life destroyed
Anyone who dares to challenge O.C. will face the consequences and have their life destroyed
Like a marine, I'm a trained rap killing machine
I am like a marine, well-trained and ready to kill with my rhymes
Fiend to rock a mic, set from New York to New Orleans
I am driven to perform and take the mic, from New York City to New Orleans
Over seas I conquer, rough like blanca
I dominate even overseas, and I am as tough as a strong fighter in a video game
Love to eat actors, gotta take for drama
I love to destroy actors, and take charge of any drama or conflict
When I flow I get comatose
When I rap, I enter a trance-like state
In my own world
I am in my own zone, lost in my own thoughts and rhymes
From the first verse, you saw my plan unfurl
From the very beginning of the song, the listener has seen my plan and strategy
I mean team same name, never change
I am always consistent and loyal to my team, never changing my ways
My ammo is the demo competition on the mic
My ammunition is my demo, which I use to compete with others on the mic
War Games
The chorus repeats the title of the song, War Games
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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