Real Gods (Branded 2011)

Текст песни Dope D.o.d. and Simon Roofless - Real Gods (Branded 2011)

[Verse 1 - Jay Reaper]
The real Gods
My style close to catastrophe
Fucking with the D.o.D. is straight up blasphemy
Get your Guns all my bitches grab your tities
Tonight its goin’ down this is Liberty City
Got the gridiest commite they commited to the action
And this is just a dream
Im a holographic black man
But still, real enough to put you in your place properly
Dope D.o.D
You won't win like the lottery
Headz ain't ready for the fearsome
Clear one
Pierce m like Predator the Mic is my speargun
Niggas is slackin’
All day I’ll be scopin’m
Spittin’in slowmotion they must be on Opium
Its hopeless son it dont matter what the rest say
Your skills got killed just like the spliffs in my ashtray
And D-Day ain't nothin’comparised to what we say
I display my ways at the dawn of a new age

[Verse 2 - Simon Roofless]
A wise man once said, worship without sacrifice is sinning
That explains blood on my hands from a chicken
You unclean being ain't worth the picking
Apocalypto pillage your village, you the only man getting wind up missing
Viking! Ride horses with armor
Use the dark forces…pilot to flying sourcerours
Breath in space without oxigen
Olmec face, blood in the vains of every race
All over earth, in every place
My D.N.A. Placed, when I spit its like mace
Cleanse the earth with fire, what a waste
Repopulate the hardcore mc’s you soft like lace
You can't handle, Roofless and Dope
You doufus, Simon, puppetmaster of the pope
Use the gamoura, twist you up like rope
God stuck on your planet cause my spaceship broke
[Verse 3 - Skits Vicious]
Welcome to sin city, where sinners get busy
Evil resident, residence shitty eversince
I killed itchy, I’ve been real gritty
No benevolance, when I carefully conceal the evidence
And its evident…who’s the real gods
I rub my salad fingers across rusty steel bars
We take trips and fly in space ships
You ain't shit bitch, but a child of the matrix
I steal your pet for some poodle dog disection
And add your dad to my voodoo doll collection
My hooks on chains will tear the poo from your intestins
The room of remains needs a group of 4 forensics
Since the system, labels human beings
You can call me barberic like an ancient european
Bring the action, our reign is symbolic
I saw the dragon, with rains, bogz and gollic
We give flamable friction to pussy walls
And climb roofs in the shipment when duty calls
There’s a million mc’s to eradicate
Dope D.O.D.’s in your town, time to evacuate