swing my hammer and my fist, the dopest lyricist you couldnt do tracks with, you couldnt carry my shiv, but you can hold it and hold it and hold it, drop dirt and roses, i put some art in your heart when i part all that red like im moses, tai chi yoga poses, my kung fu deadly, deadly medley, deadly yeti, fists of death dim mochs to your belly, grab your celly get your mammy, get ya family rocked up and boxed up like some beach candy, i dont take no vacation, from battling with satan, i aint leaving im staying, im busy spit boxing with free masons, i lay bricks build them foundations, odins son i dont play that, should of told yall i planted trees where your grave at, i say a prayer for the living, please forgive them all lord they dont know that they sinning, the end times was hidden, they was veiled by creation in the beginning, the cheshire cat still grinning, cuz the only truth is found in wisdom, the eye of ra vision, i am raw spittin, sicker than raw chicken, truth virgins gone give you that raw dickin, im on that children of god mission, i sow my seed, bully breed, half man half steed, centaur when i charge and i leap, into war into battle, but you a snake bitch i hear you hiss and your tail rattle, i burn down your castle, slaughter all your children, there’s only one god in the building, and you gonna build a statue of me that touch the ceiling, i leave em reeling, howling at the moon, howl at some poon, wake up at noon, rise from my tomb, pace round my room, while i plot out your doom, flow doper than the paste in the burnt fucking spoon, i loom and descend, i space time bend, my e equals emcee squared times ten, with the heart of ten men, my heart bleeds red, till my heart beats dead, and i’ll beat all them thoughts in your head, i breathe winds of zen, you was ill bitch when, you are not my kin, cuz god blessed the prophet that spoke through this pen,
credits
from Thunder God,
released October 5, 2014
Produced by - BPR
Mixed and Mastered by - STK
