Peace Is Sought by War

"Yo man, hold it right there
 What you doing on are turf punk?
 Got a message for Smokey
 Give it!
 You Smokey man?
 Give it!
 If you ain't Smokey it ain't your Motha Fucking message"
 "Mutha Fucka I said give me the message... Burn him!
 It's me and you motha fucka just me and you,
 I'll put trademarks around ya fucking eyes!"
 Seven figure pay-outs blue prints is laid out
 New endeavors for more cheddar then we skate out
 Heist of the century make sure the world remember me
 El – W- double O – D write in calligraphy
 Elwood Cromwell in the place to be
 On your mark get ready for a skilled mc
 Take my time when I rhyme this here's for practice
 When I plug up the mic they say my flows is savage
 For every other beat that I drop that's pure madness
 For this album that I got right here that's straight classic
 For all those that hated on me and couldn't mask it
 This a dedication that's been mixed and mastered
 For you to hear me clearly fa show you gonna feel me
 Wit a squad like mine leave more than fond memories
 For you to hold onto I'm live with my crew
 Televised worldwide yeah I thought you knew...
 When it's wartime ...Wartime
 You don't really want no war
 That ain't what you looking for
 You don't really want no war
 You ain't hardcore...
 Elwood Cromwell yeah I be the blame
 For spitting flow like this yeah it's pure flame
 Shitting on competition throwing dirt on my name
 Like I wouldn't react come back and show you some thangs
 First thang it was never about the fame
 I did it for respect on the set what set you claim
 When you're on your way up some folk feel disdain
 And every move you make you gotta to try to explain
 It's survival of the fittest chasing the gravy train
 So many parts to be played it all seems the same
 One slip up and everything quickly change
 Seen it happen too often career go up in flames.
 It's such a shame how it all seems to go
 One minute be winning next minute you don't know
 Ya next move... never planning to lose
 Too busy chasing dreams now what can you do
 When it's wartime ...Wartime
 You don't really want no war
 That ain't what you looking for
 You don't really want no war
 You ain't hardcore...
 The struggle to real for some yeah I'm hard to shake off
 Grinding with these rhymes that I kick you take another loss
 We ain't the same we roll in two different lanes
 I'm taking the high road you riding the quarter train
 I'm thinking long range the struggle hustle the pain
 The fortune and fame the name of the game
 Another link in the chain adding on
 When my mind starts to brainstorm
 Shaking the earth with each verse that I bring on
 On every topic watch how I drop it so smooth
 This is what I was born to do I can't lose
 It's like I've been preprogrammed just to run shit
 And now you on the sideline waiting to forfeit
 In this exhibition it's the king of the jungle
 Better pay attention see I was born to rumble
 You don't really want that trouble in ya life think twice
 There's so many times that I can only be nice
 Trying to be polite but that don't always work
 The evil side kick in becoming such a jerk
 Speak what I feel who cares whose feelings hurt
 Represent the real
 Until I leave this earth...
 When it's wartime ...Wartime
 You don't really want no war
 That ain't what you looking for
 You don't really want no war
 You ain't hardcore...
 "And there you have it
 Just a little something to let yawl know this ai'nt a game
 It's all or nothing... hate it or love it ... it is what it is now
 Thangs will never be the same... so bow down!"