God Aura

Yeah, the God is here Recognize Straight outta the deepest dungeons of the underground Make room (make room, make room) Bronze Nazareth Yo, Apache helicopters hover your block Choppas and Glock's, front and get shot In front of your Pops, it's the grimiest ack For the money, I'll be gunnin' your top I'll be stunnin' Allah on my mama, the sun, he is hot The fly architect build the pyramids with the Bronze man Like Billy Johnson spreadin' the gospel, I'm Allah-sent 5,000 marksmen ready to spray your conscious Be cautious, I trade metals with the finest swordsman The time to play, pierce through your heart, World star I done been to battle, I can show you war scars More sauce, tryna catch up, you're four short Bitch, I'm like Shoemaker in a sports car No others filled with more bang Shoot-outs from close range for cocaine The fiends barely shoot it in their cold veins How you got fire without no flame? You so lame I pull propane, hop on my soul train Just for you, the realest, see what's inside of me You know the policy, Lena Plug on this odyssey Honestly, I would sin to give y'all the prophecy Burn your temple 'cause your circle promotes sodomy Plan is to dominate, consolidate The championship, you hear lil' trumpets from a mile away No scholar slave, four score just like Solomon Check my resume, Justin get your masala, ay Home of flyin', guillotines, man the Kings can sell it I crack grounds and all for drillin' holes in Melons Before God said, "Let there be light" I was in heaven You facin' Armageddon, season of the seven, yeah Season of the seven I'd be less than honest if I gave you more hope In the city, that's the way it is