i have battled many demons wrestled with loki, i never ran once from a fool claimin he was gonna smoke me, i never gave testimony, i never played the fake phony, i have eaten plenty ramon noodles and fried bologna, lately, cats been steady trying to deface me, chipping at my armor, but no weapon on earth gonna penetrate my karma, dharma, dogma, burn the nag chompa, let me spit at you some scripture, while i hold the planet up till my hands blister, crack my skin open, i have got a notion, that there are bigger fish swimming all up in that ocean, let me find out, that there are jelly fish that havnt had there spines ripped out, gimme glimmers of hope, like fiends mistake pebbles for dope, and they still hold the lighter to it till they blow out that blue smoke,
its ragnarok, the beat don’t stop, the bass might drop, if your hip than you’ll hop,
make ya speakers pop, samples get chopped, thor got it on lock, now back to the top,
kids love is short and its instantly fleeting, deceiving, and generally it lacks all meaning, gotta carve the beauty out of the cadavors, do art for art’s sake like nothing else matters, i eat and get fatter, i drink just to empty out my bladder, piss sideways, down the interstate highways, god of lightning, with adamantine bars that break your teeth if your biting, poetry and ricen, my words spawn terrorism, but not as much as watching news on your television, my spit nuclear fission, that reactor in my chest is constantly dripping, my accelerater sticking, full throttle, over weight ivan drago, doper than the cotton on the other side of the pill bottle, alpha macho, but you can still call me sancho, cuz tonight we smash like we won the lotto,
its ragnarok, the beat don’t stop, the bass might drop, if your hip than you’ll hop,
make ya speakers pop, samples get chopped, thor got it on lock, now back to the top,
i’ve been tip toeing with thirty three degree masons, all through out this nation, built in the image of satan, defamation, regulations, atomic war heads on the space stations, kill em all and let god sort em’ out, im that god spitting lightning out my mouth, sniff the scales off a trout, the hunter orion, shoot an arrow through the eye of zion, i am judah the winged lion, gilgamesh, in the flesh, zarathustra, with the turbo booster, i am the light call me lucifer, you translucent, i transcend music, pen bars kabbalisticlly, mysticlly, recite divine mysteries, mr. freeze, burn you like the aten, crack ya dome open like tutenkamen, you can share that in common, now you can go run and tell them devils, that dirty’s dug his way out of hell with a gold shovel,
credits
from Thunder God,
released October 5, 2014
Produced by - Eisenhauer
Mixed and Mastered by - STK
