Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Army of the Godz, artist - Apathy. Date of issue: 21.08.2007
Song language: English
Army of the Godz |
| Yo I’m a bastard, the aftereffect of passionate sex |
| I came out the bassinette blasting a TEC |
| Look out your window, see Ap passing your jet |
| With Superman in a headlock and a gat to his neck |
| Fuck kryptonite, Pixar bloods and crips on Krypton |
| Superhuman powers, a cape with house slippers on |
| I kept it real, money’s never my Achilles heel |
| I’m like Cliff Lee going for the Phillies deal |
| I’m a rebel with mics, I’m Daredevil with sight |
| I can be the peacemaker, I can set off the fight |
| Don’t provoke us, fuck around and get your death notice |
| I’m just trying to raise awareness, I ain’t talking about chef’s focus |
| I’m like a combination of George and Frank Lucas |
| You you catch locusts, eat mucus |
| So don’t you ever step, never rep, you will never get better |
| So get clever and drop the motherfucking mic forever |
| Stepping out of with a spliff of sensi |
| Running with them boys called DGZ |
| AOTP performing and they ain’t no joke |
| Fuck around and get your scrawny pencil neck broke |
| I’m a criminal, rain dance on you like a Seminole |
| Shitstorm your label flipping over tables |
| Professor X out of the chair, fully able |
| Wolverine up in the booth slicing your cables |
| This my kind of beat, the body will feel it, the mind is weak |
| So I slam bodies like Iron Sheik |
| This is hustle music nigga, we grind and eat |
| Fuck a hater, feel this razor that’s inside my sneaks |
| My brother Ap blap blap this is Honkey talk |
| The flow is tighter than how a fucking honkey walk |
| This junkyard calls, call a coroner |
| Undertake you, break you, the ultimate warrior |
| Yeah million dollar man, Ted DiBiase shit |
| Ralph Macchio flow winning like Karate Kid |
| Miyagi when I politic, Obama with the poly grip |
| Mad at the world, every verse I gotta body shit |
| Ric Flair silver-haired nigga getting old yo |
| Army of the Pharaoh clique, the rest of y’all are so-so |
| Me and Crypt are like the legion of doom |
| You can’t defeat us and we putting nonbelievers in tombs |
| Murderous arrangement using words to just play with |
| Guilty by association at my arraignment |
| Nightcrawler, knife brawler, fight harder |
| Pipe if I’m dead I’m a mic martyr |
| Porta rock, know how to spit, that’s undisputed |
| AOTP, we dirty, we ghetto, we zooted |
| We get gully, grime pays and y’all peddle y’all music |
| You got a new album, nobody listening to it |
| Appetite is galactic, it’s like eating satellites |
| An iceberg cyclops that freeze the blast of light |
| When this bastard writes it mics the afterlife |
| F with us, I check niggas like the answers right |
| I ain’t the type to walk around with my pants all tight |
| I love white women but live a Black Panther’s life |
| This Demigodz get the job done effortless |
| Got em waiting on the kid to drop like a pregnant bitch |
| I ain’t from this planet, your human rap skills are just lukewarm |
| I got alien intestines like the ones that kept Luke warm |
| Angering actors, action-packed factoring |
| Factions in Anchorage, Alaska waving an axe at you |
| My unfortunate orthodontist astonished |
| That I had cobra’s teeth, I bit him in his shoulder meat |
| All’s fair, I floss yeah the boss here |
| Won’t keep you in my prayers but I’ll keep you in my crosshairs |
| Vinnie San-hammer, Paz hit you with the blam blammer |
| Get my money on the street like a panhandler |
| American me motherfucking Santana |
| Rock more polo shit than a Cam stanza |
| Y’all are Kanye, sweeter than a canned Fanta |
| Allauhakbar Lord I’m Iran’s chancellor |
| There’s blood dripping from my mouth like a tanned panther |
| I’m the motherfucking boss like the man Danza |