(Hook)
Drop, drop bombs
With the marine corp flak vest with guns and ammo,
I've got seven mack-11’s, with guns and ammo,
I've got seven mack 11’s, with guns and ammo…
(Verse 1)
My first album was deeper than the Nile
But now I'm here to fuck you up for sleepin’ on my style,
I’ll hit you with the raw shit, it'll make you think
That you're gettin’ hit by fuckin’ warship,
I'm a fuckin’ M-16 with this 16-bar verse,
You hate me but you know others do far worse
Than what I do, I'm just talkin’ in metaphors,
People droppin’ bombs on a village somehow get applause,
I'm a walkin’ talkin’ proximity mine,
A kamikaze, I'm fin to be fine,
‘Cause I don't give a damn, I will take this back to Vietnam,
I'm the Vietcong, teach you what it means to be a man,
Knowin’ we are wrong, fightin’ each other to see who can
Overcome the other, a brother is what I am
But you are blind to the facts,
Who am I? I'm the guy who attacks you with raps
While doin’ dabs…
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
It's about time you salute The General
Or I’ll come and shoot that genital
Hangin’ on the left, right, left, oh, I can't decide,
I guess I’ll shoot ‘em both when passin’ by,
You're just a cadet, how could you fuckin’ forget?
I am a vet, but not the one you visit with a sick pet,
If words are weapons, my raps are a big jet
Decked out with warheads
Ready to be dropped down on foreheads,
Listen, you little maggot, I outrank you,
If I tell you to eat shit, you say thank you,
My skills far exceed yours, I've earnt my stripes,
If it weren't for rhymes, I'd cark it because
This is what I was made to do
But there's no politician that I have to cater to
Ten years ago, you wouldn't have even made it through
The front door of the game, to boot, camp scoot…
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
My face is covered in warpaint, you all faint
From the sight of blood, yeah, you all ain’t
Made for lyrical combat, draw first blood
So I can have a reason to lay you down in the Earth’s mud,
A soldier in dark green camo,
I'm shootin’ from the hip, it looks like you need ammo
But all you have is your combat knife,
It's time to get right up close if you want that life
Of mine but I think that's career suicide,
Take a stab at me it's either do or die, who am I?
I'm the man and I'm the one that's tellin’ you to stay calm
Warnin’ you before I'm forced to cover you in napalm,
This ain’t no game, I can throw flame
With a flame thrower then make it go rain
To put you out, how could you doubt
These skills that’ll shoot you down, boy…
The latest release from D.C. rapper Tef Wesley, featuring Grussle on production. Hard beats and tough rhymes that evoke 1990s hip-hop. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2016