Godflesh
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We're so sick with the flow
Sing along like you caught a disease
Manifest in the lyrical
Don't sing, rip shows
We go beyond, man, it's hard to believe
Guess we're blessed, it's a miracle
So watch, It's the Army of The Pharaohs
Bring your squad to it's knees
Go from flesh to the spiritual
Gotta pray for a miracle
Like Moses when he parted the seas
Yes, yes, it's a miracle
They talking stupid on the stoop
I'm in the studio with Stoupe
I'm unusually loose
In a movie role with truth
Co-starring, don't spar with no
Artist my level
Froze target, slow harvest, bogarted by metal
So god but so ghetto, so far but so settled
Don't harbor no problems
No father slow peddle
Roseto late bloom, now silence the method
We all got a history of
Violence on the record
Except for this record Babygrande
If this lady take the stand
Then my record's playing in the
Court like a reggae band
Still a lady's man, Mag expects it
I don't get brain
I test dames' gag reflexes
Ecstasy dealer, I bag they X's
Stab 'em breathless without
Grabbing breakfast
I might pull her hair though
Or with something out with air holes
Get lower than a flat when I'm
Reaching where the spare goes!
Yeah, yo you can Never fuckin' test the God
The kickback of the Smith & Wesson hard
Allah think that you a
Devil for ingesting lard
That's a part of every lesson
That he said to Fard
Vinnie never claimed to be a prophet
I'm a vessel God
Me and my seven Mac-11s have a special bond
Same bond when the Qu'ran give
Me a special calm
I wave the motherfuckin' ratchet
Like it's Desert Storm
And use it so I can detach
You from your legs and arms
Im the one who reinventin the steel
The one who took the art of rhymin'
Reinvented the wheel my venom will kill
My spit game like a neurotoxin
They call me blood and guts warrior
Arturo Boxin
It's nothing anything or anyone can
Do to stop 'em
Matter of fact even attemptin'
It's a foolish option
Anyone who try to disrespect my crew
I pop em or tell the rest of the Boriqua
Bring the tool and ox 'em
Bury them and the Aryans that carried them
All stare, scared their humanitarians
Spare none of them
Tear their young from them shun them
Run them into Kingdom Come's conundrum
Hunt them, punish them, confront them
Drunken them, come undone Sunken
Summons him from the stomach
Of a sunless dungeon
Bludgeon them into chump
To become consumption
Not an option to stop us, fairly obvious
They're innocuous
The despair of the populous
Get your fill of ill-gotten goddesses
Drill them with a modest
Amount of bottomless promises
Turn the water scarlet red
Let it churn from the faucet heads
Get detailed little trails in
The carpet threads
Have 'em adamantly slapped on the architect
Havin' carte blanche on the carnage
Have my heart set