Deacon the Villain - G.O.R. (Gods of Rap) lyrics

[Sample] Only one can take the glory, the one who stands tall before the gods [Intro: Sheisty Khrist] Wolves, n***a That's right Yeah For you! [Verse 1: Sheisty Khrist] Rappers ain't rapping ‘bout life, they got a movie feel f** a rap contract give ‘em a movie deal See I just look ‘em up and down like “will you be real?” I'm here to shine a little light on ‘em like a movie reel I'm sick of seeing people stuck on the same sh** This life is a b**h yo, we s** on the same tit These rappers ain't legit I can't f** with this lame sh** The truth is me and you we f**ing the same chick, n***a This ain't rap, it's the Shrine of the Black Madonna In fact it's the attack of nine black piranha A single line separates the mind from Dhammapada I just focus on the breath and my spine, that's Pranayama You keep your eye out for those who seem deranged ‘Cause some are out for blood you just can't see the fangs I pop in the Glock clip and let freedom ring Even Jesus had a gang (bang!) — auf wiedersehen [Hook] Before the gods Only one who stands before the gods [Verse 2: Vegas Posada] Yo, you f**ing with a great deal of anger, beyond entertainment I had my share of shootouts, holding the stainless Couldn't sleep, kept my ear to the streets, but I was faceless Snake n***as put the cops onto me, just out of hatred Had to mold my grind, expose the nod, never froze aside The one moment will rise where altercations Staying drunk most the time was a sign of aggravation What was a light always a lie they started faking So I immortalize my shine, and went for the take and the drop Was so extreme I thought I'd die, but I made it I was on something, blood pumping felt it all in my stomach Flooded with hundreds, dice games, I was scrapin' Life's kind of dangerous it takes it turns, but it has it's angles Nine in the clip, one in the chamber The God Vegas fought call to nature, broke the arms of Satan You'd rather die for a reputation I'm k**ing time in the House of David Building the shrine from the mouse and paper Counting dimes is my flock of ravens All aligned in they proper places Gabbana frames, six Glocks in they name with the diamond bracelet [Hook] [Verse 3: Natti] I hear y'all rapping at me, I hear y'all trapping happy Offer me tides of candy rides and booty clapping Offer my altar your sickest Js and Gucci shades I leave you nothing but residue and razor blades Now take your fiction bricks and break them down to zones This is a game of thrones played to the skull and bones Rulers with no subjects rapping about fly sh** In the scale of my creations what's smaller than fly sh** But y'all don't seem to get it, or want to understand Until a Titan is smiting with an open hand A hair away from igniting you where you f**ing stand If my mind was an ocean you'd be a grain of sand You the choice of the block, you the voice of the hood But when you choose to use your voice [?] good You're an abomination, I make a proclamation You live for whips and chains then be a dominatrix