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letra de armor of god - vakill

let me talk to him!
let me talk to him!
talk to me!

[verse 1]
i’m from the era were we murk the bearer of bad news like leonidas
and family don’t speak till tragedy reunite us
scout to see who tightest and slay hordes
who wanna test v.a. sword
i wanna meet the fockers
no g-ylord
an angelic presence the delegates blessing
it’s h-ll against heaven
my flow is god’s relic in essence
why in the f-ck is you replicas testin
with a delicate pressin
i can blow you to maggot delicatessen
they restless til i’m soul clapped with no mercy
till they witness the crown get hold captive and murk me
no industry flow active can hurt me
the upper echelons about effective as proactive to herpes
instruct spit to keep n-ggas with chalk employed
the gods fully armored
apology talk is void
what part beast you don’t understand
i write the sickest sh-t to hit white sheets since cross burning caucasoid

[hook]
v, a verse for all the fallen that left me
a, may the armor of god protect me
k!ll everything thing that’s movin expect me
if you offended then i’m talking to you directly

[verse 2]
sick as an abortion activist germ biochemist
strapped by yo clinic
clappin’ clients with a grill that’s cryogenic
the ice that my tear ducts cry authentic enough to hypothermia what i
breathe upon even freeze a pond
the game will never be fixed
cause every new n-gga heavily bricks
or exploited like 70′s fl!cks
machine and beast cleverly mixed so
f-ck around and get carried by six
like the nuggets in 76
i’m a good f-cka
a sick migraine cross contaminated with strychnine strains and cl!ck
nines aimed
split a soul three ways in an auction
you celebrity fit thugs weighing your luck and weighing your options
subsequently no slugs can dent me
spit freeze whatever rubs against me i creep like a stealth winter
frost bitin sh-t till your health splinters
this is i, fill in you the blank lord and master b-tch i’m self-centred

[hook]

[verse 3]
n-ggas want me to rehash beef with twista till the targets destroyed
run up on him at 106 & park with the toy
f-ck all that, that’s a marketing ploy
in fact, i’m proud of what the n-gga accomplished
bark at cha boy
envy breeds from not stackin right
non packin pipe
insecure non tough, tough actin tinactin types
you clients of panda p-ssy pimpin
the source of your extinction in existence is right here in black and white
till i’m emanc-p-ted, i birthed terror that stans al-qaeda
switch up, give a f-ck if fans okayed it
all i got is my b-lls and my word
if the streets hold me to my word, we already know where your hands located
your fears confirming my thesis
the time fabrics in permanent creases
pressing the luck you weigh
when bucks spray, you lay
uckfay ouyay
want some positive sh-t?
mother f-cker play lupe

[hook]

- vakill

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