text: Art Of War Lyrics
  This is...
  This is...
  This is Fumez The Engineer
  Yeah, they talk about scores
  One
  Yeah...
  But these people aint scorin’
  Sho
  Now we keep it quiet
  This is...
  So they tell us were borin
  Little do they know
  One fuck-up and we kicking their door in
  One
  Yeah
  Sho
  Yeah, they talk about scores 
  But these people ain’t scorin
  Now we keep it quiet
  So they tell us were borin
  Little do they know
  One fuck-up and we kicking their door in 
  Yeah, its the art of war 
  Bad when Im on my ones
  Till I come with 2 or 3
  Fuck that man Im comin’ with 4 yeah
  It’s the art of war, yeah
  Still with the same dargs from a puppy 
  Never switch up of course, yeah 
  Its the art of war
  Opp boy still tryna get me 
  Feds just wanna arrest me 
  Tryna hit a meal like Heskey 
  My pokers cant ever be empty 
  Im the Fresh Prince of Tottenham
  Guess you niggas are Jeffery 
  M Huncho, RV and Headie
  Thats Neymar, Suarez and Messi 
  I’m puttin work for my gunners 
  Now I feel like Seaman again 
  Im just tryna get rich
  They got me risking my freedom again 
  I score points in the field
  I cant wait for the season again 
  Cause I got new beef
  So its gonna get seasoned again 
  That means you get slaughtered 
  When niggas get peppered 
  I need Ps for a mortgage
  So I got spots like a leopard 
  Wrist in a Pyrex bowl
  So you know Im whippin with tekkers 
  Ill rise that pole
  Fuck 5-0, we did it with leathers 
  Yeah, they talk about scores 
  But these people aint scorin
  Now we keep it quiet
  So they tell us were borin
  Little do they know
  One fuck-up and we kicking their door in 
  Yeah, its the art of war 
  Bad when Im on my ones
  Till I come with 2 or 3
  Fuck that man Im comin with 4 yeah
  Its the art of war, yeah
  Still with the same dargs from a puppy 
  Never switch up of course, yeah
  Its the art of war
  I dont care if bros on a wrong 
  I can never lef my friend 
  .32 or the .44 long 
  I can never lef that skeng
  Every other day its 90 on the M 
  Every other day I gotta lef the ends
  Ive been out ere tryna do right
  How many times did it still go left
  Still do it for myself or do it for the gang 
  Do it for the cause 
  I got six in the spin-spin ting
  Theres no way that the skeng can pause 
  Seventeen, had a link for the AM 
  First time man try extort 
  I just had to finesse that all 
  Enemies and frenemies 
  Theres only a few I can trust 
  I keep my eyes on the ball like a penalty 
  What you know bout T house settings
  Theres nuttin but chicken and chips from Tennessee 
  That put me in Chelsea
  This steaks just giving me energy 
  Yeah, they talk about scores 
  But these people aint scorin 
  Now we keep it quiet 
  So they tell us were borin
  Little do they know
  One fuck-up and we kicking their door in 
  Yeah, its the art of war 
  Bad when Im on my ones
  Till I come with 2 or 3
  Fuck that man Im comin with 4 yeah
  Its the art of war, yeah
  Still with the same dargs from a puppy 
  Never switch up of course, yeah
  Its the art of war Embed