Song:
General Onslaught
Lyrics:
Generals are building up a lyrical Babylon
Even if you on a general floor –you wouldn’t be on our level, son
If ya’ll run the game –the Generals pedal
Only heart you got is of a dead man’s chest like Jack Sparrow
Stop joking, you’ll OD on our lyrical ammo
…When you record the Generals heat in a ledger
You in need of air? Then get that sperm working faster
We aint common, we past her –ya’ll lost, call us General mase
The Generals always amaze, we rap’s saviors
Whenever we spit –we leave the mic Darth Vadered
Yessir.. we be wrecking really fast
A small dose of Zu will leave ya shaking like Yasser Arafat
It’s a fact –the Generals leave you gasping
This Lyrical powers? Yeah we could-share like Ashton
Try looking for better than the General’s whole fort
And it’ll leave ya eye with a dark mark like that crew of Voldemort
