[Warfare PT. 2 Lyrics] Warfare Part 2, Ain't no room for the weak, I'm the rap game's king, ruling from my lyrical peak. You can't touch me, I'm untouchable, unparalleled, Lyrical Lenny's name will forever be hailed. I'll lyrically decimate, leaving you in disarray, You're fake rapper, nothing more to say. So heed my warning, before you step to me, I'm the rap game's nightmare, the epitome of MC. Warfare part two, it's Lyrical Lenny's decree, Bow down to the king, or face lyrical mutiny. I spit flames hotter than the sun's core, Leaving competitors scorched, begging for more. I'm the lyrical architect, crafting verses with finesse, While you're stuck in mediocrity, unable to impress. I'm the lyrical anomaly, breaking all the rules, Leaving haters speechless, in a state of lyrical fools. You can't touch this, I'm too hot to handle, Lyrical Lenny's here to stay, it's time to light the candle. I'll lyrically dissect, every word that you speak, Exposing your weaknesses, leaving you feeling weak. You're just a pawn in my game, a casualty of war, While I ascend to greatness, forever wanting more. I'm the lyrical general, leading the charge, With each verse I spit, your defeat is at large. So like I said, bow down to the king, and pay your respects, The 9 to your cranium will be your skull that it effects.