Lyrics Art of War - Phil , The Thought

"I don't throw darts at a board, I bet on sure things
Read Sun Tzu, "The Art of War"
Every battle is won before it's ever fought"

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I'm the last man standing in Afghanistan
Planning with a can of gas
Annie with an ampersand
Landing like the Taliban
Danny never had to scan
Granny Smith or Tenenbaum
Blow your head off
I'm the last man standing in Afghanistan
Planning with a can of gas
Annie with an ampersand
Landing like the Taliban
Danny never had to scan
Granny Smith or Tenenbaum
Blow your head off

Ayo, it's time to build a fire, we 'bout to throw the logs in
Created my account, and now it's time to log-in
Looks like the game just started, I think I want to join too
Start giving people more chances to disappoint you
I heard it's not wise to let your own pain exploit you
Deep down, you know the truth
It's time to trust your inner voice... Who?
I meditated with a seated posture
Taking over like where Caesar conquered
Dream big and see it larger
You gotta be there, like a man choosing to be a father
This was Uncle Ben's next message to Peter Parker
Welcome to the Kingdom Heart, sir
Sometimes I think about the person that I used to be
But now I realize, I'm the person that I choose to be
Who is he? He be the true emcee, our beats committing truancy
I got my third eye open, that means all I do is see
I see your angle, but you can't match me congruently

I'm the last man standing in Afghanistan
Planning with a can of gas
Annie with an ampersand
Landing like the Taliban
Danny never had to scan
Granny Smith or Tenenbaum
Blow your head off
I'm the last man standing in Afghanistan
Planning with a can of gas
Annie with an ampersand
Landing like the Taliban
Danny never had to scan
Granny Smith or Tenenbaum
Blow your head off

Drift between sleeping and waking, for granted? Nothing I'm taking
Beyond that dirt with the planets, my granite still remain and
Still in training, training wheels trained the will
Brain scan detect, technology, a modern-day caveman
Tinman, oil slick, sip cans 'til I'm smart
Hurting from an emptiness while trying to have a heart to heart
The hardest part is simplicity, sim enemies
Sim cities, my Mind craft, Zen symmetry
Bodhidharma looking for garments in a department store
Inner-g, I hold my peace like the art of war
Au Revoir, parkour, jumping out the window of a car door
Moving, call that shit a motion picture
Some forget what most remember, don't forget what Granny told ya
With the family over, snacking on tapioca
I'm tapping into expansions, the expression of life
Ravens pecking, nesting, the intestine of sight

I'm the last man standing in Afghanistan
Planning with a can of gas
Annie with an ampersand
Landing like the Taliban
Danny never had to scan
Granny Smith or Tenenbaum
Blow your head off
I'm the last man standing in Afghanistan
Planning with a can of gas
Annie with an ampersand
Landing like the Taliban
Danny never had to scan
Granny Smith or Tenenbaum
Blow your head off

If it's murder she wrote, I hope it's never the recipe
Move minds with mines, there's that mental telepathy
On a journey for higher-ness, rely on my highest sense
Move crowds like it depends on how the riot gets
That's common-sense, the ignorance involved could move mountains in all
I'm really in awe of the way the stars align
I go for mine, every time the beat crank, I need the replay
In this rat race, but it's a relay
I go bar for bar like we in T-J, it's never easy
So please, believe me, Me and ZenSoul, the masterminds
When the beats unfold, to each his own
These are The Thought's unknown, my stock has grown
Bear with me or bear witness, your own defeat
In a world full of wolves they went ahead and cloned sheep
But that's when they sleeping on me, when they count 'em all
It's the final call, I'm living life off the wall... yeah