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letra de on god... #fogcomp - ish1da

on god
i’m comin, to tha summit straight outta slummin/
got a centurion of bullets in that mothaf-kcin drum and/
on god
it’s over, straight dope is my aroma/
end all you with a nova, last soldier of jehova/
on god
last time i spectated, this time you gettin decimated/
bars still debated by tha educated that’s why i’m most antic-p-ted/
all yo gangsta sh-t came out a movie, i still got homies in these streets wit tha uzi/
still feel like i’m watchin sailor moon, cuz you rappers still p-ssy/
vocalize verbose verbage, very violent villified verses/
i’m hangin wit holy hermits, haranguing hoes into holey he-rs-s/
my music moisten yo main missy, puny peons poutin p-ssy/
daily, dеvils doubt and diss me, wit dat bullsh-t homie, miss me/
on god
k!llin rappеrs is like s-x to me, til tha death o me, that’s tha recipe/
bars burn like cigarettes in a gang of misfits, cuz i keep my real homies next to me/
while i’s a child i floated down tha nile, in a basket with nothin but a bible and rifle/
rile with my title, you must be suicidal, when i fire i’m only hittin organs that are vital/
these rappers call theyselves god, like they blind to tha facts/
when they look god in his eyes a look of sheer terrors how they react/
on top of tha game and under tha ground, on top of tha throne and under tha crown/
cop tha top of tha crop grown under wop a with a thunderous sound, just under a pound/

my raps is like a box of matches, like boxin practice with john tha baptist/
i’m blessin rappers with these right hooks, when i write hooks it’s like comets smashin/
into tha side of tha planet, you all died in a panic, your souls never rose, in tha darkness banished/
it’s like karma’s settin, inject hearts with venom, it’s like armageddon and i’m armed to damage/
tha legendary layer of linguistics, tha master mage foretold by mystics/
just a saiyan slayin satan and i’m bang bang bangin with tha biscuit/
you hekclers never halted my hustle, catch a mothaf-kcin knukcle to tha f-kn nekc muscle/
my b-tch’ll rek, and squirt, she wet, and leave a p-ssy straight lyin in a puddle/
like revelations to these peasants hatin, bring your strongest warrior, witness tha death of greatness/
i’m at tha head of my clan with a pen in my hand and tha end of tha lands is our destination/
so walk with me as i etch my name in tha hallways of history/
witnessed tha wars of tha weak, and tha more that they speak, i see that nonsense ain’t sh-t to me/
if you lakcin then i lacerate, wanna k!ll me then you have to wait/
cuz i’m busy buryin these b-tches in they bedrooms where they m-st-rbate/
so detonate and i’ll levitate and live again like lazarus/
i ain’t even scared of no demons lair, cuz my best friend is from nazareth/
so long live tha king of tha strongest regime/
tha only way that you will win this is if god intervene/
i will take your head and put that with my notepad in my bookbag/
if you think that i am playin, homie, just know that i put that…

- ish1da

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