Ready For War

you loud for a ghost

Talk big, never bring no smoke

OG? You still on pose

All that talk,but you fold

Biscuits in your vision,your plate came cold

You wrote a lot,still the story don’t hold

I seen that grin turn stiff when it’s time to go

Now you wide-mouth brave for the cheap front row

You claim crown,I claim truth

You stay in the booth,I stay proof

You want the talk,I want the loop

One real shot an I break that roof

Say my name, P O E T say my name then brace yourself

You been fake, now face yourself

Ready for war,no stage-left

When I step in, you play dead

Ready for war

back up

Ready for war

talk big, lack guts

Ready for war

This ain’t a dress-up

Ready for war

Best pray and toughen up

You stole shine, then called it yours

I kicked the door,you ignored the floors

Now you stuck on old talk,old stories,talk shit yet keep your door locked, you stay hid

I’m fresh with the blade,you just rusted decor

“Biscuit vision” rising fresh dough,ghost you got crumbs in dreams

All that mouth,but you never been seen

I’m cut from the cloth that don’t do what-ifs

You built on the bluff, I built on fists

When the room get tense, you go thin and pale

I show up to win, you show up to fail

You want that title, come take that hill

I’m still in the fight, and I’m heavy still

Say my name,P O E T say my name then brace yourself

Biscuit vision sharp, slicing through the phonie

Poet the OG, got the guts and the stories,

Ghost is a Wannabe rappers,barely a nuisance,

Ho Chi Minh trails, ghost is lost in the bruises.

Ready for war, bring the squad and guerrillas,

Got the nerve, chinchillas in the villas,

"Run Through the Jungle," I'm scorching you timid,

"Fortunate Son," ghost is done, now your finished.

Biscuit vision, ready, steady, heavy,

OG poet in the lane, your petty,

Wannabe fall back, you ain't built for struggle,

End of the line when the Poet makes you fumble.

You be talking loud, but soft in the center,

"Bad Moon Rising," warning ghost is a pretender

Poet's pen sharp, slicing through perceptions,

Got the world in my palm, your a minor deception

"Who'll Stop the Rain?" Ghost can't top me ghost can't stop me,

Charge like a bull in the midst of the industry,

Wannabe rapper, you ain't on the same page,

Poet's rhymes hit hard, locked like a gauge.

Biscuit vision, ready, steady, heavy,

OG poet in the lane, ghost is petty,he's a phonie

Wannabe rapper fall back, you ain't built for struggle,

End of the game fourth an long ,ghost punts Poet blitz with killer lyrics made you fumble.get Ghost get ready for war ,your getting humbled