Vak** - Armor of God lyrics

Let me talk to him! Let me talk to him! Talk to me! [Verse 1] I'm from the era were we murk the bearer of bad news like Leonidas And family don't speak till tragedy reunite us Scout to see who tightest and slay hordes Who wanna test V.A. sword I wanna meet the Fockers No Gaylord An angelic presence the delegates blessing It's hell against heaven My flow is god's relic in essence Why in the f** is you replicas testin With a delicate pressin I can blow you to maggot delicatessen They restless til I'm soul clapped with no mercy Till they witness the crown get hold captive and murk me No industry flow active can hurt me The upper echelons about effective as proactive to herpes Instruct spit to keep n***as with chalk employed The gods fully armored Apology talk is void What part beast you don't understand I write the sickest sh** to hit white sheets since cross burning Caucasoid [Hook] V, a verse for all the fallen that left me A, may the armor of god protect me k** everything thing that's movin expect me If you offended then I'm talking to you directly [Verse 2] Sick as an abortion activist germ biochemist Strapped by yo clinic Clappin' clients with a grill that's cryogenic The ice that my tear ducts cry authentic enough to hypothermia what I Breathe upon even freeze a pond The game will never be fixed Cause every new n***a heavily bricks Or exploited like 70′s flicks Machine and beast cleverly mixed so f** around and get carried by six Like the nuggets in 76 I'm a good f**a A sick migraine cross contaminated with strychnine strains and click Nines aimed Split a soul three ways in an auction You celebrity fit thugs weighing your luck and weighing your options Subsequently no slugs can dent me Spit freeze whatever rubs against me I creep like a stealth winter Frost bitin sh** till your health splinters This is I, fill in you the blank lord and master b**h I'm self-centred [Hook] [Verse 3] n***as want me to rehash beef with Twista till the targets destroyed Run up on him at 106 & Park with the toy f** all that, that's a marketing ploy In fact, I'm proud of what the n***a accomplished Bark at cha boy Envy breeds from not stackin right Non packin pipe Insecure non tough, tough actin tinactin types You clients of panda p**y pimpin The source of your extinction in existence is right here in black and white Till I'm emancipated, I birthed terror that stans Al-Qaeda Switch up, give a f** if fans okayed it All I got is my balls and my word If the streets hold me to my word, we already know where your hands located Your fears confirming my thesis The time fabrics in permanent creases Pressing the luck you weigh When bucks spray, you lay Uckfay ouyay Want some positive sh**? Mother f**er play Lupe [Hook]