Lost Secret - You s** lyrics

[Intro: Ironfist Pillage sample] You see, You s**, your crew is totally lame I just kicked your a** with a bucket [G-Clef Da Mad Komposa] And I don't make beats for humans But I'll celebrate ya d**hday for free I'm unaffected by ya spells and all that weak hypnosis bullsh** I've been sent here to settle all acounts period You weak emcees, do you really take music for a game? Just a little green or some fame? Welcome to the universe, it's time to feel the pain Face reality, I don't even subscribe to your beliefs never mind ya magazine You puny mortal substance is futile Ya world is double extra small, it's gonna fall While you busy reading The Source, I'm one with the force Hello, my name is Toth, I'm pleased to beat ya Descended from the sky, to try to help pathetic creatures You're living proof that wack emcees are alive But still you don't exist and when I say it you get pissed Dont' get angry, remember Lost Secret's letting you live But when ya time is up don't be looking for forgive-ness I make a list of all the things you can't do to me And then outrage ya fams when it's me reading ya eulogy See? What's the difference between me and you? The truth can k** a liar, but with me bullets travel thru [Chorus: G-Clef Da Mad Komposa] You s**, we rule, you're wack, we're cool You s**, we rule, you're wack, we're cool You s**, we rule, you're wack, we're cool You s**, we rule, you're wack, we're cool [Archangel Metatron] I write rhymes for mortal, physical form I metamorphose Aimin' at the head of you zombies, so bring some more foes You all hoes, dead presidents be your pimps Who would you be, without cars, ice, 2 balls and a dick Would you exist? Nah and you ain't still You fake wit' fake sh**, this rhymes makes you real As for me, I'm livin' lavish, ballin' wit knowledge I gots to have it, see me pa**in' by ya clubs laughin' What a shame, but I keeps it movin' Mechizedek be showin', as Metatron be provin' You losin', against the force of the rising sun I do what ya God said in Luke 12:51 So spread out, I'm like a real Spanish n***a from Corona But who gives a f**? No one I know some, but I'm a mystery to many Next time you write a rhyme, act like you met me [Chorus] [G-Clef Da Mad Komposa] (Archangel Metatron) I be shooting solar flares at your hair (Eat ya poridge, k** Goldielocks and murder the three bears) Like I care? Y'all n***as is cold markin' time (I'm cold marking space, f** the human race) Race for the cure (shut the f** up, this the voice of Jesus) For you there is no salvation (Pupil dialation, I'm pointing needles at ya iris) Whether ya Irish, Italian, or Polish (It doesn't matter, in this universe you smellin' like you homeless) I'm leaving all you fake rappers poemless [Chorus]