Lyrics Style Wars - Joey Bada$$ , Chuck Strangers
I
want
to
thank
God
for
this
vibe
I'm
just
laid
up
high
Thinkin'
"fuck
a
job,
I'd
rather
boss
up
on
Something
I
believe
in"
Sonic
and
aesthetically
pleasing
Niggas
claiming
they
the
best
while
Rakim
still
breathing
Do
your
Googles
nigga
I'm
in
control
of
things
God
and
I
move
together
as
two
Manifesting
the
moves
Steady
blessing
the
crew
We
worry
ya
with
the
rhyming
Shoutouts
to
Oakland,
but
the
warriors
from
Coney
Island
On
them
roof
tops,
lit
one
up
for
2Pac
'Cause
this
is
murder
rap
Thinking
how
quick
we
grew
up,
low-key
insane
My
best
friend
she
snort
'caine,
guess
life
was
like
a
dice
game
Should
I
risk
it
with
the
biscuit?
That's
when
the
cops
came
The
dynamic
of
my
whole
block
changed
Yo
it's
a
John
Stark
reality,
New
York
mentality
Faded
and
miseducated,
twenty-four
years
he
made
it
Now
niggas
can
express
they
selves,
yo
Sometimes
I
need
to
be
alone
Turn
off
the
MP',
shut
off
my
phone
and
just
zone
I
think
of
home
when
I
need
to
be
strong
We're
rolling
up,
no
more
hitting
the
bong
It's
just
different
phases
I'm
on,
when
I
be
writing
these
songs
You
can
hear
my
heart
sing
the
tales
of
the
light
that
the
dark
bring
The
dark
sing
pain
and
prosperity
Chopped
the
new
shipment
now
I
got
all
my
equipment
So
I'm
plotting
on
some
necklaces,
Mercedes
or
the
Lexus
shit?
You
could
see
it
in
my
eyes,
I
got
niggerish
endeavors
They
gon'
try
to
hide
or
make
it
sound
clever
While
the
metronome
tick
like
a
fake
Rolex
I'm
wondering
who
hoes
next
I
just
wanna
fuck
you,
singing
ass
bitch
Don't
take
the
curve
personal,
I'm
just
not
tryna
work
with
you
I'mma
be
stunting
on
all
the
lame
niggas
who
pass
me
When
me
and
Sylvie
drop
Ashley,
it's
no
more
being
ashy,
huh
And
that's
my
word
I
been
fiendin'
for
progress
as
much
as
dollars
Fuck
that
tee,
rock
a
collar
A
business
man
is
always
proper
I
can't
listen
to
what
they
taught
ya
My
flow
is
as
pure
as
your
daughter
on
her
way
to
kindergarten
Now
the
conflicts
is
starting,
and
everybody
watching
Plus
your
desire
to
be
poppin'
Could
have
the
illest
nigga
out
here
weighing
his
options
We
past
the
days
of
"Yes,
y'all
and"
Most
of
my
heroes
ain't
balling,
they
falling
Step
behind
with
the
law
Can
you
counteract
the
allure
and
still
score?
But
what's
the
higher
level
if
your
shit
ain't
real
But
my
niggas
be
like
playing
they
selves
to
have
mass
appeal
Style
Wars,
it
ain't
even
'bout
the
bars
no
more
Niggas
just
show
boat,
but
really
they
got
no
flow
Mainstream
sailing,
gently
down
the
stream
Flopping
out
the
waterfall,
a
dollar
and
a
scheme
But
what
does
it
all
mean?
Let's
take
a
dive
deep
way
beneath
the
surface
You
see,
it's
clowns
in
the
circus
and
they
all
lack
purpose
Oblivious
to
what
worth
is
I'm
serious,
the
brightest
of
'em
when
it
comes
to
spittin'
verses
I
been
sicker
than
your
average,
it's
practice
Nowadays
rap
is
just
deadbeats
and
ad-libs
It's
backwards,
these
bastards
just
disrespect
the
art
that
the
forefathers
never
even
passed
'em
It's
blasphemy,
I
gotta
blast
'em
I
see
through
your
act,
homie,
can't
school
me
on
passion
I'm
about
that
action
They
talk
just
to
get
a
reaction
Me?
I
stay
powered
up,
no
battery
acid
Sheesh,
haha,
You
feel
me
like
Smooth
flow
just
to
get
them
limbs
relaxing
Cut
class
just
to
give
you
these
classics
My
homie
Chuck
Strange
told
me
shoot
that
actress
I
said
I
move
slow
just
to
cruise
through
traffic
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.