FROM THE FORTH COMING MIX TAPE: GOD HOP "WAR OF THE WIZARDS"
I’m so Moorish, clown get off me. Pass me that crown and kneel down when I’m talking. 5 pointed star and silk scarves I’m flossing. islam first, and then I’ll line your coffin. You aint no god pushing white to the prophets. Dealing dope lyrics so you might get a profit. You knew I had to do it. Tried to box but they only got a nick like im ewing. Nah. Im in the clouds looking down at these rappers. Plastic pastors selling Christ to the masses. Im on my pineal like the black lipped bastard, open black holes with double eights then drop you in the chasm. My lyrics get all in your dna. Rewrite your program then ill leave you niggas DOA. Cuz we run with kings, them nat turners, denmarks, and garveys on my team. With a knapsack of m-1s and hollows in them thangs. HOOK:
Goddess. I put numbers on the boards.
Goddess. I put numbers on the boards.
Goddess. I put numbers on the boards.
Goddess. I put numbers on the boards.
Im underground like militias off the grid. Plotting revolutions while you chilling at the crib. money cant protect you, all your debts will be revealed. You aint a artist, you a agent with a deal. Goddess. I put numbers on them boards. Jamaican sharpshooters got it locked on them chords. you racing time like its formula one. I’ll erase your mind with my formulas son. Place a pyramid in the middle of your brain spit a verse and watch the tip as it vomits black rain. I am bane, metal face mask, guerilla in my lane. Plain clothes by day, at night its superhero fame. You wanna battle with the god at her own game? have you bowing at the altar calling my kemetic name. amen. Never see me back down. Got some ukhtis on the front lines and chakas in the background. Goddess. I put numbers on them boards. Goddess. I put numbers on them boards.
