Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tru God Flow, artist - Aqualeo.
Date of issue: 18.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tru God Flow |
Acting like a lunatic, the say that we are lunatics |
God is acting like a lunatic, so I guess that we are lunatics |
Uh, uh |
I need, meds? |
I need meds huh? |
I guess so |
Cause all the time my brain is violently pumping |
Its like im in a public insane asylum or somethin |
They say puttin heroin in your veins is how you can function |
I’m just speaking my mind but the brains is now the assumption |
Whats really going on? |
This fake shit is getting tragic |
Dolls of the new race, human skin mixed with plastic |
Night of the living dead, sleepwalkers that use acid |
Nobody sleeps in beds, its like they exchanged them for caskets |
God: Government of Democracy using tactics |
To alter your future like voila, magic |
Tell ya a story fast like, Allah that’s graphic |
And I’m looking at it like voila, that’s rachet |
Jesus and the Devil walked at the same damn time |
I guess they gonna return, at the same damn time |
You people gotta be, out y’all insane damn minds |
Imma bleed all of you fuckers, at the same damn time |
Dont know Aqualeo? |
Well let me introduce em |
Spirits are intertwosome, lyrics are really gruesome |
Been lookin for these real rappers, I didn’t mean to lose em |
Who in the fuck produced them? |
I grab their necks and noose em |
And spit a little riddle and kill what the blacks call hope |
It’ll be like ba-dee a, Ba-dee a dee a, that’s all, folks! |
They sweet up in the middle, skittles, raps all jokes |
I pesticide to these flies till these gnats all croak |
Wait a minute, stop the tape, the realest shit I got to say |
Who let these people populate? |
We gotta get them out the way |
Just tell me what I got to pay so bitches will not ovulate |
And have a kid that’s odd and gay cause daddy left him out for prey |
Cause he wouldn’t take the proper way to propagate |
You know a nigga gots to hate cause Imma fuck these bitches too |
Ball and stunt, cappin harder I’m all about my riches too |
I didn’t really mean that baby go on and give me kisses boo |
Okay I’m just like all you people, a stupid religious fool |
V-v-vicious crew, v-v-vindictive v-v-vivid dude with malicious views |
And enigma that mimics you, who? |
Dick jackers and awful singers |
Mick Jaggers and coffee drinkers, lawful thinkers |
Like whoever it was that set off the shingles |
Now I’m off to mingle, where the evil eyes? |
Guess they’re everywhere |
So come and swear with us evil guys |
Who? |
the infamous with endless evil incidents |
Killing these insolent indigents, I’m the reaper in a sense |
And look, no chick is good, Don’t pamper their innocence |
They stay surrounded by woods like campers that’s in a tent |
They won’t fool me! |
'm just not gon go for bogus |
You trick knots because you’re hopeless |
Up that twat is where your nose is |
We’re two different species, like an ostrich and a locust |
Just don’t rassle with funk like a moshpit with the homeless |
Don’t do some freaky deeds, that plot is just atrocious |
You, weak in the knees like osteoporosis |
Cause you eat it and leave like a pot that’s full of roaches |
No, follow my lead just watch me bro, I’m focused |
And that MJ Jesus got that Priceless on some ho shit |
Or is it I’m the brokest so I’m salty a bit |
But nowadays no rapper comes across me as it |
An industry of rag dolls getting tossed when I spit |
Acie High please you gotta get up off of my dick |
Schizophrenic no, y’all gotta player backwards like Paul Chris |
Rappers saying they run the game is the ones all sick |
If two niggas didn’t die it wouldn’t be all this |
Ain’t been another Pac, ain’t none of y’all at all Chris |
This pooh butt hooter raps, this watch a nigga ball shit |
When these flames from the Devil hit, watch these niggas fall quick |
At the resurrection come back, that’s why niggas all pissed |
So if that’s a new God flow, what do you call this? |
(Priceless!) |
I’m descending to the earth, the birth constant using dominance |
To build up my conglomerate to prominence, spite the obvious |
Hatred that I invoke cause my message isn’t accepted |
That Michael was the messiah is true but its still rejected |
Rather than get upset with the bias and the neglect |
I just wreck on the mic with Tech getting threatened cause I object |
To the way that people precept rather way that people perceive |
Since its easy to go forget, I reflect what people believe |
Projected up on the screen and decoded within some chapters |
Cast it out to the world with the sinister smirking laughter |
Son and menace this pastors and bishops and priests is after the youth |
Who’s out for proof that the resurrection and rapture |
Like the tyrannosaurus, I’m not the man you should plan to war with |
Carnivores I’d rather veese out so omnivorous |
Obsessed with green like a Taurus abandoned in a forest |
Ive recreated and resurrected the man of Horus |
So man your worship, before I obliterate all illiterate anum fakes up off my |
dinner plate |
And then incinerate and disintegrate and then its finna hate |
As I disseminate watch me bleed a track til it menstruates |
I illustrate in my lyrics discriminate and intimidate gimmicks watch as I |
demonstrate inter fate, to penetrate all the sinners for sinners that imitate |
Got the pace of a tortoise its not the rabbit who wins the race |
Im the master of the furnace can’t you tell |
I been devil sent the casket all benevolent rebels spread in the pestilence |
The negligence is so prevalent that its evidence |
So like the president, I’mma make you niggas irrelevant |
Uh |
Cause what I’m hearing is gibberish niggerish lyricist who twist the game like |
licorice, ignorance is bliss |
But when you listen to lyrics such as this you’ll find out that this spiritual |
nemesis exists |
They need a leader rather than see they seek a preacher |
But they so hollow they follow cause he tweets Maliyah |
They need a teacher they shouldn’t speak they should be in bleachers |
Listening attendant from the sinning come through their speakers |
Show you what weak is, opposite of what I am |
I have an interscope like Interscope my eyes' a spy cam |
See a sinners hope is that, Jesus is a conman |
Who’s coming back to earth to save the meek and all the blind lambs |
I’m not your average star I’m an avatar who’s a matador |
This movie is different, Mufasa is about to ravage Scar |
By rapping bars, leaving bandits in bandages |
See Anakin’s famished and these rappers looking like sandwiches |
Check what your bandwidth is cause I’m about to damage kids |
Through the internet got the intellect of a manic wiz |
Something like Zuckerburg, nevermind what you heard |
I devour sheep putting cowards to sleep with touching word |