War Games
T.V.O.D. 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 T.V.O.D. focuses on the theme of battle and war, in the context of the music industry. O.C. talks about his discipline, readiness for war and his confidence with rap commando. The lyrics are filled with war-related imagery, with O.C. boasting of his physical strength and skill on the battlefield of rap battles. He refers to his competition as 'foes' and 'opposing forces', while describing himself as a skilled 'rap-killing machine'. In the chorus, he declares that he is issuing a war game, and boasts of his ability to take on anyone who flaunts figures for more fame.
Throughout the song, O.C. uses his lyrics to showcase his ability to create rhymes that hit hard and leave a lasting impact on his audience. With lines like "Ill gorilla so-called killers, I fear no man but Allah" and "O.C.'s all in it, dope I've been for years", he establishes himself as a veteran in the rap game, ready to take on anyone who dares to challenge him.
Overall, the song War Games is a testament to O.C.'s skill as a rapper, and reflects the intense competition in the music industry. The lyrics use war-related imagery to showcase the intensity of the battle, with O.C. as a skilled commander ready to flex his lyrical muscles.
Line by Line Meaning
My main frame, discipline like a soldier
I am focused and disciplined like a soldier
Ready for war, pushups get my chest swoll up
I am prepared for battle, and my pushup routine helps me physically prepare
What's the deal Preme? I mean the scaze
What's going on, Preme? I mean the situation?
I think I got it locked in nigga, War Games is the theme
I'm confident in my plan, and War Games is the focus
Rap commando, what's my handle O.C. ample to rock shit
I'm a skilled and experienced rapper, and my handle is O.C.
Green bareen thought slicka
I am always one step ahead of the competition
I'm one step ahead, slide thru enemy lines like a black ack figga
I move through competition with ease, like a stealthy black ops agent
Camouflage, runnin thru you zone with detection
I am able to blend in with my surroundings and navigate through any territory undetected
Cuz the dark skinned marksmen Run thru your section Flesh ya bones, physical built like titanium Bugs cover my grill like Iranians
I am a strong and formidable opponent, invincible like titanium, with an intimidating presence
Ill gorilla so called killas I fear no man but Allah, for the god is he is still in us
I am not afraid of anyone but Allah, as his presence is still within us
The Renaissance Man, I roll with real like grenade sharp like gem stars Cause massive scars
I am a well-rounded, intelligent individual with a crew that's explosive and sharp with their rhymes
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've been a skilled rapper for years, and now I'm back with a new focus: War Games
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
My War Games are for those who care only about fame, and I use guerrilla tactics and have unlimited resources
In times and my body will erupt *explosion*
When the time comes, I will be explosive and unstoppable
All MC's lets make one thing clear You're all the same, I will remain, fuck the fame
All other rappers are the same to me, and I am not concerned with fame
Havin a pity for foes, fuck G.I. Joe He's a sucker, slap the taste outta wild motherfuckas
I have no sympathy for my opponents, and even G.I. Joe is a sucker compared to me
Young Phillies take a toke of my rap, and get the Willies para- Noid, niggas all non void
Young, inexperienced rappers are intimidated by my music and become paranoid
When I flow I get comatose In my own world
When I rap, I am in my own world and become fully immersed in the moment
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
My plan has been clear from the beginning, and my team and focus remain the same. My competition is the microphone, and my strategy is War Games.
War Games
The focus of the entire song, and the strategy being used by O.C. and his crew
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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