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Godflesh

Block McCloud
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We're so sick with the flow You sing along like you caught a disease Manifest in the lyrical When we spit and rip shows We go beyond, man it's hard to believe Guess we're blessed, it's a miracle So we march, it's the army of the pharaohs Bring your squad to your knees Go from flesh to the spiritual Better pray for a miracle Like Moses when he parted the sea 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 Close target, slow harvest, both guarded by metal So God, but so ghetto, so far, but so settled Go hard with no problems, no father, slow pedal Roseto, late bloom, now silence the metal We all got a history of violence on the record Except for this record, baby bread If this lady take the stand Then my record's playing in the court like a reggae band Still a ladies man, Mag expects it I don't get brain, I test dames' gag reflexes Ecstasy dealer, I bag they exes Stab 'em breathless without grabbing breakfast I might pull her hair though, or something out with air holes Get lower than a flat when I'm reaching with a spare ghost We're so sick with the flow You sing along like you caught a disease Manifest in the lyrical When we spit and rip shows We go beyond, man it's hard to believe Guess we're blessed, it's a miracle So we march, it's the army of the pharaohs Bring your squad to your knees Go from flesh to the spiritual Better pray for a miracle Like Moses when he parted the sea Yes, yes it's a miracle You can never fucking 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-11's have a special bond Same bond when the Quran give me a special calm I wave the motherfucking ratchet like it's Desert Storm And use it so I can detach you from your legs and arms I'm the one who's reinventing the steel The one who took the art of rhyming, 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 him Matter of fact, even attempting, it's a foolish option Anyone who try to disrespect my crew, I'll pop 'em But tell the rest of the Boricuas bring the tool and ox 'em We're so sick with the flow You sing along like you caught a disease Manifest in the lyrical When we spit and rip shows We go beyond, man it's hard to believe Guess we're blessed, it's a miracle So we march, it's the army of the pharaohs Bring your squad to your knees Go from flesh to the spiritual Better pray for a miracle Like Moses when he parted the sea Yes, yes it's a miracle Bury them and the Aryans that carried them All's fair, scared, they're humanitarians Spare none of them, tear their young from them Shun them, plunder them 'til 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 populace Get your fill of ill-gotten goddesses Drill 'em with the 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 it adamantly slapped on the architect Avid carbines on the carnage, have my heart set We're so sick with the flow You sing along like you caught a disease Manifest in the lyrical When we spit and rip shows We go beyond, man it's hard to believe Guess we're blessed, it's a miracle So we march, it's the army of the pharaohs Bring your squad to your knees Go from flesh to the spiritual Better pray for a miracle Like Moses when he parted the sea