endoftheworld​/​/​War

by Warren Peace

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1.
Cursed 00:50
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Have you ever heard a rapper With a skill as tight as this Fucking up ya mind With a triple double split In a world of dirty demons I'm clean cut and I'm righteous if you ain't got no spunk Don't think you can fight this Who the best rapper That you've ever heard So quick on the pitch To present the word I stab you with my lightsaber And break your fucking spine I spit the Cruciatus Curse And torture you with my mind Slam the hammer down and Bust ya freakin skull When the final level hits Your impressions will be null
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Spirit Bomb 01:29
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I'm not some hipster kinda rapper Trying to get about today I'm a vet'ran to this game And what I feel is what I say I'm a rhyming acid trip And my flows are so complex If you try to understand it You will wind up in a wreck If you wanna learn about this How to be lyric devil I'll be just Like Phil Anselmo on a whole new level Nah I'm just kidding You can't get up on my bandwagon I grip the pen like a sword Like my name was Pendragon Spitting flames through my teeth I'm a bastard and I'm outrageous My flows are so infectious You will find that they're contagious I'm not a buster or a poser I'm a fucking super saiyan I am over 9000 and my skill There's no debatin Spirit bomb to the skull Make ya brain go kersplat Break down lames with my game Cuz I bust it like that I'm a mother fucking beast Like one of the X-men Trampling weak, it's so sweet To kill a mic again I'm a demon, I'm a warrior With skills you can't debate I'm a banshee, I'm a bird With flows you cannot hate You can try you can try But you will alway end up dead Because my double shot lyrics Will put a hole up in ya head
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Hip Hopcalypse 02:11
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I step up on this mic And like I fiend I start to wreck the beat Every single day Off the dome I face immenent defeat I am a soldier of the game I speak the Gospel of G And If you step out of line You can take it up with me I'm a walking ghetto blaster With a soul as hard as stone You could never buy me out If the bank gave you a loan I'm a billboard for outspoken And my skill is breaking mics if Step to me again I will take away ya life Insecuritys a no-no As I walk across this plain I got a cold heard But a frost giant I ain't I come from a land filled With corn and cotton And when I start to spit a flow This fuckers think I am rotten I'm obnoxious like Immortal And my flow is sick like polio I use lyric sheets for TP You can call me corn holio I'm a hip hop apocalypse A walking talking 2012 If you wanna get to know me Im my past you'll have to delve But you'll never find a record or a tape or a CD Because I leave no fucking trail Too busy jamming ENT Fuck off you FAG If your into FOB Because My rhymes save lives like I was an EMT I don't give a fuck If anyone talking shit Step up to my face And tell me like it is
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Murda Music 01:41
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I'm a well spoken guy I'm a soldier of injinuity I wreck so many mics I was convicted or promiscuity Let the trumpets sound Like fox's 21st century I take you all to class And school you like elementaree Everyday I bust rhymes Like a king I am destroying you I got the world in my palm and flows you'll find annoying, dude Tripping on a hole In my pocket, like a bottle rocket Blasting the fuck off rap frontier call me Warren crockette As a kid I was neglected, I'm eclectic and i'm Supersonic The way I spit my flows across the board Im what you call demonic Outspoken while I keep my cool I'm stationed in a dark domain I can't stand you trendy fuckers Who never even heard my name I gone by many names Since I stepped up in this game Its been more than a decade But the reception stayed the same 98% of haters talkin mad shit But they dont even know How Warren Stayed on top of it I'm a special kind of artist When I step up to the mic It gets simpler every time Like I'm climbin on a bike Kick the pedal to the metal Play some slayer, Rip a kid to shreds I got more layers to my rhymes Than bob marley had up in his dreads

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This album is dedicated to Extreme Noise Terror, whose albums were in constant rotation throughout the recording process of endoftheworld//War. This band means the world to me as an artist. Rest in peace, Phil Vane.

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released June 11, 2012

Instrumentals by VTZ
Words and rhymes by Warren Peace
Booklet & Layout by Dead Kidneys Art

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