Gods'Illa - Saviours & Punishers ft. Sean Price lyrics

Powerful That young, dumb, skinny pants rap game done My advice, duck down when you see the gods come Open your mind recline, watch how divine rhyme Tired of the lies, they parents should be hog-tied It ain't where you from its where you at, we everywhere From east new york to LAX the gods never scared Its hard work to keep this show on the road They do whatever for the cheddar, they be selling they souls They can't move we keep a foot on they neck Checkmate, tilt your king like you finished wit chess They...challenge the champ then run & hide when its time to dance Its a suicide mission they dont stand a chance Strong as the sun if you stare or take a glance Might go blind, we outshine the average man Do this for the culture, they can't understand We move the crowd minds, they attract the dumbest fans Hook We gon play the punishers to pions thats running up Actin like we ran in they spot, they wasn't real enough Back to that, Timberland rap so tie your hoodies up Who better to have than P wit us??? What up Ruck!!! (x2) Ace Just watch how we leave'em You have nothing here dont know where you got your lead from March to the kings drum, ruler like Chaka My warriors dont even speak the language of your partners Drop'em if they try to stop us from getting knowledge You can keep yours, we focused on gettin ours Cowards like snipers in towers tryna surround us Never rear they faces in places that we get down in Talkin bout money is power and buying sour To put away the pain at least for a few hours They'd never allow it if money ain't being showered Seen the bout it bout it get decimated to flowers Cook like taking powder and making it something solid So wear protective gear if you plan on standing around us The ones thats speaking loudest will turn out to be the cowards Organizing power if you wonder what the sound is Hook We gon play the punishers to pions thats running up Actin like we ran in they spot, they wasn't real enough Back to that, Timberland rap so tie your hoodies up Who better to have than P wit us??? What up Ruck!!! (x2) Sean Price Ahead of my time...nah Im a late bloomer My wife wear bikinis, Bernadette hate bloomers Hate fake groomers...Im waving the 8, shoot ya Brain damage your brain bandaged, fake tumors My gun do ya, I one two ya Then send you to the store sun doula Put one thru, shooters... Come a dime a dozen duke I gotta dozen dimes, who's losing, you bruising No rock and rover, whenever the god smack a n***a You figure he was beat up by Bob Sapp Ready for war, Im lacing my Timbos Step out, I get mistaken for Kimbo Your crew b**h, get mistaken for bimbos Hard to fight back when thrown straight out the window Im rich b**h with the 8 on my waist Ike Turner wit the burner throw the cake in your face, P!!! Truth Keep them squares out your circle, we cuttin corners The D's got warrants on strength of informants Ima stick to penning j**els in this notepad Pray a rapper break bad, step outta character Thinking he Nazareth's...own Or Greek Zeus without throne True and living in a position to make it known We flick ash and bypa** protocol We know it all, so here comes the lords like its '93 Partially, disturbed by the nerves of these clowns who jot down Fiction, like they fit the description, won't last a round Your album smell like a dead body in the summer sun Divine roll another one cuz after this the tape is done So turn your speakers to 10 and blast The Blend Guarantee this sh** thump from beginning to end Whole album until the disc drop, we hip hop baby Shutter Island crazy no if ands or maybes