[intro- Mateo Centeno]
Hey Kainan, why they tryna start a civil war?
Let's get it
[verse one- Mateo Centeno]
Tell me what it means
Tell me what it means
What a Civil War in the 2017
Boy, you must be trippin', you just tryna make a scene
I wish it was the case, I wish that was the gist of it
Find myself up on the line, a soldier in the midst of it
Man, they turn their heads but I swear that they be missing it
Covering their ears but they nodding like they listening
This that same game with the melee, use the joystick and I play
But's that's just what they think
I said "KK," made the same face, so think they think I'm gonna race
I take em to the brink
I take em to the brink, they divided though
When I bring it to people they just quiet though
Hate up in they system, raise the temperature
I'ma calm the fever, I'm the Tylenol
Ooh I see fake, ooh I see fake
Man, you should relate
Should've seen it since of late, division division, ayyy
Are we in a math class or the mission?
Why I'm feeling like my liver soar
What u think the timbers for
Ask me again and I might snap
I won't even help em start a civil war
[verse two- Kainan Seth]
Man, I'm sick and tired of the haters coming at me
I'm throwing up from no sleep cause the trumpet's
Blowing tryna tell me that I'm deceived
They out here tryna tell me that I don't believe
But I ask for help so I can stay clean and neat
I believe all sixty-six and stay one hundred
My foot on the gas while I'm in the driver's seat
And I take two-thirds what I'm given so I can eat
So stop tryna add all this stuff to my plate
Tryna give yo' two cents when I don't need a dollar
I just wanna make sense with the ninety-eight
Before I make a giant leap, like an Impala
I'ma take anything you say with a grain of salt
Got that Tony Chachere's, it's seasoned enough
Saying that my beliefs taste worse than a malt
Then tell me why the embrace is sweet enough
Oh, you Aesop tryna tell me fables
These artists get all caught up in a label
And they wanna steal so they try to be limber
But they walk with a cane [Cain], so they will not be able [Abel]
They tip scales in the eighteenth percentile
While they act like royalty tryna spit venom
And I would know, I was the King of the Cobras
But you still with snakes who'll shed you like cheap denims
I find it Strange that doctors find it illogical
For their to be such things as magic
But in my mind, that's the supernatural
Most of it's of God, Sorcerer Supreme, it ain't tragic
What's tragic is they ignorance is something that they ignore
They wanna bring us down just like an old sycamore
But I'm like a bull in the pit when I'm yelling timber
That's why I won't help them start another...
[verse three - Kainan Seth]
Okay, I'm back
I put my foot in the game like it's hacky sack
Running through rap, I present this in trap
Not a Koon wit' a Plo, but I rep two wolf packs
Flash on a Dark Knight, on a long flight
DC camera-man clicked super high as a kite
Bury Alan in the park, our rust ain't that Stark
But Jur-askin' the world to tear itself apart
Fred and John, singing clones of the Hammonds
Twins cheat home by living in the Hamptons
The people sick of sleeping, huh, that's manic
Tip tons in London, whoo, that mammoth!
Liberal arts shouldn't make you sick
A song in key can turn the right locks
The distance ahead has no click
Yeah, you get cold feet when ya' don't wear socks
I be in the cut, show that boy, Nick
Hounding me but ya' only watch Fox
Jesus is the Word, that don't make them tick
Yet conserving too much is unorthodox
That's foreign to the body, tearin' up like wild boar
Instability inside is the bomb in the core
General belief of what's Grievous is gore
That's why I won't help them start galactic civil war
