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letra de wrath of gods - soul da god

[intro]
and god blessed them, and god said unto them; be fruitful and multiply and replenish the earth and subdue it, and have dominion over corny rappers, goofy rappers, mumble rappers and over all wack rappers on the surface of the earth

okshegz is now in it

[verse 1: soul]
yeah, i came to instill fear in the minds of rappers
on this track, i spaz for pals with purpose and the little kids (yeah)
this is street hop, no rules, i’m here to do some damage (hmph)
i waltzed in the booth and they all shook, look who just panicked (hmph)
my rhymes spilling, caps peeling, stop, give me five minutes
rakim, i’m nas really, pac, biggy, em styles augmented
i’m still in god’s image, an intellectual giant, f-ck y’all midgets
my rhyming style is not common (whoo)
silence when i get on the mic, and i feel no pressure, honestly
i’m harnessing the sk!lls of a thousand gods; the old school rappers
for those who doubt us, these are the nails to your coffins
these are the days that we fly and we buzzing
brendan fraser, you guessed it i’m a wild child (yeah)
soul da god, s to the letter o (whoo)
ul and s-x is hetero
i’m the next best, better know, ever cold, never fold, etcetera!
i’m a sick dog, vet better know (yeah)
got a big problem, h-lla flows (yeah)
suck a d-ck, marvin, like a hoe
this is hip-hop, b-tch, let us go
whoa!

[chorus]
yeah, yeah (ohhh)
yeah, yeah (ohhh)
yeah, yeah (ohhh)

[verse 2: samzy sam]
(samzy sam!)
uh, still a beast on my worst day (grrr!)
i snack on rappers like cupcakes (yummy)
i’m the best in my city, bruh, all these illy rappers all sound same (clowns)
i got bars than a jail homie, even soul acknowledge they got flames
and if he mess with me, i don’t smoke but man
i’ma have him as my first blaze
this that rap game and i’m the walkthrough
better check me out i got boss moves
so cold and i ain’t even got flu
illest, i’m too ill for them hospitals
challenge me and get barbecued
if i don’t eat you raw like vegetables (yeah)
man i’m capable of decappin’ you
get you murdered and extinct like a saber tooth (krrrrrrr)
ain’t n0body got this kinda god-rhythm on the beat
rappers claiming number one, put ’em in the back, they all weak
they can never be doper than god’s masterpiece (never)
i’m his best work ain’t n0body spit it like me
i’m a god and king in this (yeah)
and it’s god-given, all that flame and sauce on me
and i’m coming for them rappers claiming what they ain’t (yai)
and i ain’t playing like a faulty tape
homie, i’m for real

[bridge: soul]
now then let me alone, that my anger may burn against them and that i may destroy them and i will make you a great rapper, my son

[verse 3: soul]
yeah, i’m not even kidding now, i need somebody to step to me (yeah)
purpose was hid and found, i be what you expect to see (d-mn)
you ain’t hip-hop, creep out the kitchen, i’m cooking soul food (sssss)
told you to listen, it’s soul you be missing, man, i’m old school
a sphinx ; i’m half human half goat
a jinx, yeah, i’m a m-th-rf-cking alien with a pen and pad, yeah, in a lab coat (hooo)
you easy like two letters, could do better with my eyes closed (yeah)
y’all gassing like propane, think i’m cocaine, ’cause i’m that dope!

- soul da god

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