Artist: The Raskal f/ Bubba Sparxxx, Cryptic Wisdom, Madchild
Album:  Trust No One
Song:   The Art of War
Typed by: Wammy Giveaway

[The Raskal]
Yeah (Yeah...)
The Raskal (Raskal...)
Bubba Sparxxx (Sparxxx...)
Madchild (Child...)
Swollen Members (Members...)
No one ever said this game was easy (Easy...)
Constantly on the battlefield (Field...)
But we artists (Artists...)
And this the art of war (War...)

[Verse 1: The Raskal]
Yeah
I, been the best
Don't worry 'bout nothin' but my success (No)
Been rappin' on you suckers, like I came with a vest
Bulletproof or not, my crew gets real as it gets (Yeah)
This my victory dance
Had a couple setbacks like a penalty from where I began
I came from no where, but I won't go there (No)
Now everybody wanna say, "Afraid of me, now" (Uh)
All I know is dominate, repeat (Peat)
Got them haters thinkin' twice, stop, then retreat (Treat)
This that art of war, and I'm a carnivore
I'm drawn down at a hundred feet (Come on)
Number one, you can call a Raskal
With my squad, you don't hold a candle (No)
I'll burn them up
You can hear 'em crackle
We in the battle, y'all lookin' like cattle
In the field, we gorillas in the mix
I go for my say, know you talkin' like a bitch
I'm a cut you off, and I'm a start at the wrist
Then burn this bitch down, arsonist
Like I said before
This is war
And I ain't never been defeated, I come in swarms (Yah)
I was born for this, so I'm all for this
But for now, motherfuckers, just hit the floor

[Chorus: Cryptic Wisdom]
I came, I saw
Dominated them all
The beast, in me
Isn't ready to fall
I'VE PLANNED EVERY MOVE THAT I MAKE, THIS IS WAR
I'VE BEEN THERE, I DONE THAT, I'LL COME BACK FOR MORE

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2: Madchild]
The art of war, I'm so strategic (Yeah)
Back from the dead, they can't believe it (No)
Sickest demon and fire breathin'
Rhyme is reason
An iron heathen
Madchild snap like an alligator (Snap)
Bar barbarian, a gladiator
You don't wanna step to my battle plan
Leave a scar on your face like a cattle brand {*sizzle*}
Never seen an insane spit so cold
Blood so axe, it'll split your skull
Burn down villages and storm your castle
Mad, Bubba Sparxxx, killin' with The Raskal (Yeah)
You can't fuck with my demeanor
I'm John Wick, bitch, better call the cleaners
Ride through town, puttin' flames to homes
Takin' over shit like the Game Of Thrones
Yeah, my game is strong, and my aim is long (Yeah, yeah)
And I'm already dead til the pain is gone (Yeah)
Still a super villain with a mangled cape
And I'm smash your face like an angry APE
Yeah, I'll beat you down like an old gorilla (Oooh)
King of the jungle, the coldest killer
I ain't goin' out sad, broke as sober
I'll take what's mine til the war is over

[Repeat Chorus Twice]

[Verse 3: Bubba Sparxxx]
Tell me no lies, better yet, say no words at all
Can't beat 'em off with a stick, when it's good
Then when it's bad
I ain't heard from all
That's okay, though, me no bitter, me is also sinner
However, me also winner, greedy, God might eat your dinner
Do you remember
Was cold in the winter, last December
I had your tender
Roni on me, feel the timber
She loved that splinter
She really, really wanted me crucifixed
But when I enter, she shivered, and now blew, you can hit
That's domination, I got 'em facin' the truth of the matter
Will sink or swim, and Bubba, yeah, him was choosin' the latter
Now watch 'em scatter, it's me and Raskal, that golden bastards
My craft is mastered, and pendin' disaster follows after (Whoo!)

[Repeat Chorus Twice]