Jus Allah - Godflesh lyrics

[Hook: Block McCloud] We're so sick with the flow, sing along like you caught A disease Manifest in the mirror, don't sing lip shows We go beyond Man it's hard to believe Guess we're blessed it's a miracle So watch It's the Army Of Pharaohs bring your squad to its knees Go from flesh to the spiritual Gotta pray for a miracle Like Moses when he parted the seas Yes, yes, it's a miracle [King Magnetic] They call me stupid on the stoop, I'm in the studio with Stoupe I'm unusually loose, in the movie role it true Ghost star, don't spar with no artist my level Froze target, slow harvest, bull guarded by metal So god but so ghetto, so far but so settled Don't harbor no problems, father's slow peddle Rosette may bloom, outsize the medal We all got a history of violence on the record Except for this record Babygrande, if this lady take the stand Then my record's playing in the court like a reggae band Still a lady's man, mag expects it I don't get brain, I test dames' gag reflexes Ecstasy dealer, I bag they X's Stab 'em breathless without grabbing breakfast I might pull ahead, or with something out with air holes Get lower than a flat when I'm reaching where the spare goes [Hook: Block McCloud] [Vinnie Paz] Yeah, yo You can Never f**in' test the God The kickback of the Smith & Wesson hard Allah think that you a devil for ingesting lard That's a part of every lesson that he said the far Vinnie never claimed to be a prophet, I'm a vessel God Me and my seven Mac-11s have a special bond Same bond when the Qu'ran give me a special calm I wave the motherf**in' ratchet like its Desert Storm And use it so I can detach you from your legs and arms Im the one who reinventin the steel The one who took the art of rhymin', reinvented the wheel My venom will k** My spit game like a neurotoxin They call me blood and guts warrior, Arturo Boxin It's nothing anything or anyone can do to stop 'em Matter of fact even attemptin', it's a foolish option Anyone who try to disrespect my crew, I pop em Or tell the rest of the Boriqua, bring the tool and ox 'em [Hook: Block McCloud] [Jus Allah] Bury them and the Aryans that carried them All stare, scared their humanitarians Spare none of them, tear their young from them Shun them, run them into Kingdom Come's conundrum Hunt them, punish them, confront them Drunken them, come undone Sunken Summons him from the stomach of a sunless dungeon Bludgeon them, make the chump to become consumption Not an option to stop us, fairly obvious They're innocuous, the despair of the populous Get your fill of ill-gotten goddesses Drill them with a modest amount of bottomless promises Turn the water scarlet red, let it churn from the faucet heads Get to detailed little trails in the carpet threads Have 'em adamantly smack on the architect Havin' carte blanche on the carnage, have my heart set