Bomshot - Supreme (Black God's Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Jus Allah] Yeah n***a What's the f**ing deal Black Gods n***a Jus Allah, Chief Kamach What's the f**ing deal my n***as It's good Yo, it's a rap n***as, yo Check it out, yo [Jus Allah] Jus Allah is black god, runaway slave with back scars Devil won't let me in the cave, I'm blackballed n***as ain't f**ing with the scientist, at all For every five divine, there's 95 slackjaws I f** dimes, but I f**ed a couple wack jawns p**y something that a n***a just act on I can't help it, it's magnetic attraction I can't melt in the sun, unless it's pa**ed on I'm the last born, the f**ing end all Marine tilting the machine like pinball My n***as fiend for the green like a menthol When the fiend doesn't have a reed and some tin foil We earn our stripes, turn out dikes Smoke out just like rubber when it burn off bikes Chief Kamachi, n***as need to turn off mics More ideology than you could learn off Christ Scent ya motherf**ing mind, we the best that you'll find It's like lightning, striking consecutive times Allah gave me extra shine, extra divine The finest flesh mankind's ever designed You ugly motherf**ers got a reason to be leaving now It's open season on the heathens in the region now We forever foes, beef will never close 'Til you laying in a pose in your dress clothes [Hook x2: scratching] *Call the president* *We might lose control* [?] *Don't make me have to call your name out* [?] [Verse 2: Chief Kamachi] Hell's here, heaven can't handle it In the dark I keep the mirrors on the mantel lit Evil genius, black cadles channel it Cult-status, possessed by the amulet Keep my truce, fools trynna [?] it Smoke [?] from habibis on the [?] strip God sovereign, on any land we pick African k**ers, Jesus can't handle Crips Jus Allah, Kamach, [?] Let me play with your eye, see if your spine work Too complex but this still is a cla**ic My voice make a cobra pop up out of a basket It's warrior blood on twelve inch plastic I vanish with the vocals, [?] n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: Bomshot] The hostel apostle's aweful with the gospel, colossal Toss you in hell with Pentecostals I appear, white as a ghost though my heart is black Maybe cause I still shoot dope and smoke crack I rock the mic like convulsions See one man's hand move mountains and part oceans The title taker, the idle breaker And when we run out of blunts we burn Bible paper We on the run like we escaped from Alcatraz A horror fugitive [?] Shabazz Bomshot, Jus Allah and Chief Kamachi We [?], like Tragedy Khadafi And knowledge is irrelevant your rap's too delinquent You can't f** with us, your words are celibate We crack jaws and silence your act frauds All praises due to Allah for creating black Gods [Hook x2]