Story Behind the Song
This song was written about the people that talk sh*t. When someone steps to Atari, there is no success. There is no greatness brought about when I am confronted, because I will forever bounce back and be the thorn in the side of any hater. I am a nonconformist and an idealist that will be the new flava in ya ear soon, feel me?
The instrumental to Vocabulary War was made by my brother InfinitiROCK and myself, Atari. The lyrics were written by and rapped by myself. It took me about 2 days to write all the lyrics for and produce this track. In the studio it took me roughly 40 minutes to record this track and about an hour to work out all the kinks to the instrumental to keep the spice in your bounce, ite? Represent Atari, spread the love.
Lyrics
Question, whatcha do when you got a vendetta?, do you pull the berettas and push ‘em
with the lead, or do you bust a rhyme that flow that righteous, spill day and night shit, fear
when this kat spit, i’m off the chains with blows to your brain, maintain that focus burn
like a flame, this be insane, in the membrane, in my cerebrum - I straight leave ‘em blank
and agitated, glad i waited, and heard ya silly rhyme cuz now im feelin’ fine and smooth, i
take dudes, to different demensions, teach ‘em all lessons, leave ‘em breathless, I’m
restless, but dogg im not wild, i be a mellow cat with that flow and style, i be on my grind
like 24 - 7, nah man its like 28 -11, and still im sending - impulses to nerves, with the art
that utilizes nouns and verbs, and words get blurred, like mobb deep i burn, with all due
respect - please be concerned, cuz Atari be a virus that can’t be cured with any pathogen
at all and all gets obscure, and you then drop your guard and i bring it hard, I got all the
girls screaming oh my god, like whatcha want huh, you cant touch me, I be in a spectrum
that be ugly, believe that im on it, if u got it then u flaunt it, no more drama if you want
then u got it.
This is what we call the vocabulary war, pump that bass hard and bust through ya
door, battle with that flow all night and day, we dont play son we don’t play (2x)
OK make way doggs, take a vacation, I put blank MC’s down to hibernation, I get
my mind right and there’s no stop to my depth, I rock the rhyme hard like redman and
meth, it’s voltage pumpin’ through ya deck and I be an upgraded cat thinkin’ real hi-tek,
the wickedest flow that got yo squad in a wreck, i bring the phat cause, you feel the effect,
cuz this is what I am, what I will be, you can’t change me bro, my flow is filthy, I hit ‘em
cats flat, lay ‘em straight on they backs then I make it to the santuary to rap, on a scale of
1 to 10, my life is a 20, you ask how much love is in my heart, yo there’s plenty, lemme
take you to my mindset, im all focus, when you hear the hard rhymes - Atari wrote this,
know this, Slim be in the league, i take you out physically and lyrically, please playa, don’t
step to this, cuz that would be retarded and most of all reckless, respect this - this be the
illest, the realist you ever know - please feel it.
This is what we call the vocabulary war, pump that bass hard and bust through ya
door, battle with that flow all night and day, we dont play son we don’t play (2x)
In flight, man I’m ballin’, I be takin’ all and controllin’ all the spots, this be hot,
still cats be hatin’ on the AT etcetera, movin’ all chedda ta step up ahead of ya, fools think
they greata, tho I chase the paper, they got no delivery - snakes just get slithery, wanna
freestyle me, I hold no punches, feel it in your stomach so you can’t take lunches, cousin -
ain’t got time for frontin’, versatile acrobatic flows teach somethin’, you lovin’ other men
holmes, leave me alone, I’m not a homophobe, but this I can’t condone, bro - and cop
some flows bro, steppin’ to a fiend just be a no-no, but half the time I just let it slide, i just
let it ride, man - you know why, cuz I - be a mellow type of brotha, talk reckless and yo
rhymes be smothered - brotha, but yo thats it, i don’t escalate situations kid, shit - thats
not me, I rap it all out, thats ATARI, breeze through ho’s and flows, flows and ho’s, cuz I
GOT PROSE...... (chorus)
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