War Vet

"Sinatra" "As you see
My Jedi powers are far beyond yours"
"You are watching a master at work"
"Logic" "Mustard on the beat, ho"

Yeah fast cars with iPods in 'em
Young Sinatra what they blastin'
Like a Beretta v for Vendetta
Bitches sit and play just to get wetter
Haters talkin' shit but then
They study every letter
I'm the first draft pick
With the last laugh, bitch
Yeah, I'm angry on the track
But I deserve to be
'Cause all these rappers with no
Talent wanna murder me
People talkin' shit ain't even heard of me
I went from park benches at
Night to first class flights
Huh, that's what you call takin'
Shit to new heights
Put the 750 in reverse like Benjamin Button
We been doin' it for years and
They down all of a sudden

Bobbysoxer doin' one-twenty in a Corvette
Watch your boy blow up in front
Of your eyes: war vet
Give the fans nuttin' but fire
Now they want more of it
E'rybody want my album
It ain't in the stores yet

I keep it real all the time like my crew
When I rhyme just a killer in his prime with
That predator state of mind
I'm set to detonate
Stack my bread and watch the paper escalate
Don't test my fate
Logic finna blow like Mary Kate
I play my role like Shakespeare, RattPack
Ain't no fakes here
I conceal my talent like a 357
Ever since I was eleven I been a G
Chillin' on the low-key
Incognito, manipulate the steel like Magneto
Smacking suckers like mosquitoes
Dispersin' verses like a kilo
I'm Michael, the king, you fuckers is Tito
Versace frames with the green shades
I only see dough ballin' like a free throw
You know my steelo
I once was a prince with the vision of a king
Now I run the whole thing
Not defined by the bling
Exterminate the fakes like crooked jakes
Killin' for high stakes
Guarantee it is my fate to be
Remembered as one of the greats
No matter what it takes, boy
I'ma give it my all
Like Jordan when he ball, never stumble
Never fall
Lyrical medicine, repeat the formula
Until I get it right like Edison
(Like Edison) now step into my mind as
I calculate lyrics like Einstein
The way he manipulated numbers
I manipulate the rhymes like E=MC², nah
E = Eater of MCs, beware
Watch me shine in the darkness like a flare
Married to the game, i'm the heir to the
Throne you been watchin'

Bobbysoxer doin' one-twenty in a Corvette
Watch your boy blow up in front
Of your eyes: war vet
Give the fans nuttin' but fire
Now they want more of it
E'rybody want my album
It ain't in the stores yet

Walk in a room and now they
Starin' at a brother like
"What up?" What's the next
Move? Shall I improve
On some shit I never gave
A fuck about before?
Let relationships end up
'cause all I do is flow
See, I'm a selfish ma'fucker
I already know
Don't try to tell me what I'm not, bitch
I'll conquer the globe
I sacrificed my whole childhood
Just to explode
I want this more than what's
Under Mila Kunis' robe, meanwhile
Daddy's lil' girl askin' for mo' money
But little did he know the
Bread was for blow money
What's in store, money
Sold out shows and hoes for me
I can't fade
This the only reason I was made
To follow my dreams and
Manipulate these rhyme schemes
Like a genius, spittin' the meanest
I done seen this
As a child, ten-thousand people in the crowd
Reppin' the RattPack, watch 'em all go w

Slicin' MCs like Vader
Motherfuckin' RattPack
You already know what it is
Yeah, Visionary Music Group
V's up all day, yeah, yeah, yeah
"Sinatra"
Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch
Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch
Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties
Bitch
Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch
Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch
Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties
Bitch i'm a ma'fuckin' star (Star)
Look at the paint on the car (Car)