Lance Lucid - Armageddon lyrics

[Verse 1:Lance Lucid] Now my fates on the mic, it's time to get ready for war Metal plates on my chest along with battle axes and swords Quit poking my f**ing cage, im not one to entice f** it, i shoot flames from my hands like I am fire and ice Now i burn the dollar bill, now i ain't searching for fame You see me walking towards you, framed, Illuminati, Hussein Feel the mother f**ing wrath that im about to bestow I hit your brain at light speed like the sound of a crow Yeah the worlds in my grasp, domination's bound to happen Sound the horns, grab the guns, because im sparking off the cannons Everlasting my name you mother f**ers dropping like flies f** sitting next to the king malice is my only design [hook] Get ready for war now this mother f**ing battles my life Get the guns get the bullets, it's the way that i write Get ready for war, im not your mother f**ing foe or your friend Get the bows get the bullets, im bringing earth to its end Get ready for war now this mother f**ing battles my life Get the swords get the shields its the way that i write Get ready for war, im not your mother f**ing foe or your friend I bringing the Armageddon, bring this f**ing earth to its end [Verse 2: Lance Lucid] Now i wouldn't ask for mercy, so f**ing ask me to stop I crucify the wicked by tying them on top of a rock So run along with the flock, you belong in a motherf**ing metropolis Steady bouncing back on the co*k, you'll never stop the Apocalypse Now i can exterminate the way you live, but you can't hide Your a roach on the wall that can't hide, im committing genocide d**h by a thousand knives, im always on my hustle and grind Now every evil thought you felt starts connecting with mine I wouldn't be talking sh** because im just not one to provoke Im the type of guy to sit back and watch you get strangled and choked Being real is to the point where i just can't explain it Gravitated, masturbated, hunting b**hes down because im agitated Im a martyr with a bullet, mortars k**ing founding fathers Rhymes going farther, wrote it, quarters, nickles dimes and dollars The way i spit doesn't even match to my flow I murder mics and burn pages leaving your f**ing a** in the road! [Hook] Get ready for war now this mother f**ing battles my life Get the guns get the bullets its the way that i write Get ready for war, cause its just the f**ing way that i live Get the bows, get the bullets, im about to murder this b**h Get ready for war because this mother f**ing battles my life Get the swords get the shields its the way that i write Get ready for war, im not your mother f**ing foe or your friend I bring the Armageddon, to bring the f**ing earth to it's end Get ready for war now this mother f**ing battles my life Get the bows get the bullets it's the way that I write Get ready for, im not your mother f**ing foe or your friend I bring the Armageddon to bring this f**ing earth to its end