Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doomsday, artist - DZK.
Date of issue: 23.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Doomsday |
The rawness my roaring jaws harness is awesome |
Often indent, mics I grip, with my paw prints |
Armed with the sharpest wit… far from harmless |
Raps hit ya heart like a dagger through the armpit |
Part martian, crashed in my star-ship |
Deep in Earth, then emerged from a tar pit |
Out the surface, burst like a shark fin |
Vulture, circling urban culture’s carcass |
Cave-dwelling author, cursing, barking |
Kicking my heartless verse in pitch darkness |
Marching to thunder, my mic-phone's a cyclone |
Wind funnel that channel my animal-like tone |
Can’t clone this hostile, explosive gospel |
Hold entire nation’s hostage, I’m colossal |
Swallow bone fossils, whole — my stone tonsils |
Glow golden from blown fire, flow launching |
Smoke from my nostrils, open, crowd choking |
Hoping my spoken vocals don’t roast 'em |
Coast to coast, exposing most hoaxes |
And I don’t letcha people go, I’m no Moses |
And those roses I placed on your casket |
Are the flowers for your date with the maggots |
I’m that bastard you hate with a passion |
'Cuz you can’t imagine with language as graphic |
Blue-eye'd devil, I’m too high a level |
To screw with, go ahead and let your crew die rebels |
Proving a nuisance to my revolution |
Soon gets you bruised with my movements boot prints |
Music I splatter, oozes the same gruesome |
Putrid fluid as a slain cadaver |
Moving through chapels, using a scalpel |
To cut out foul devout tongues from their mouth holes |
I am without soul, witch-born son |
Spit forth scum from a pitch-forked tongue |
Torture nuns, from dusk till sunny morning |
Casing the streets, in my wake leave torment |
I need organs… I’m vampiric |
Appear in no mirror, when I stand near it |
And when I talk you hear it as if a spear |
Hit through ya ear, spirits get released in the air, be-ware |
Eerie lyrics stay seared on ya grey matter |
As a babe, I would play with a snake’s rattle |
Everchanging as the sun ray’s day shadows |
I slang flame like a napalm rain shower |
My brain waves, pulse with a strange power |
When I meditate -- days imitate hours |
Hypnotized and amazed by my talent |
I strike like a diving bird with aimed talons |
…I know not of challenge, nor error |
I know not of fear, nor peril, nor terror |
Grave-robbing burial plots of old Pharoahs |
Escape the with treasure, back full of shot arrows |
Raider of tombs, I’ll never be afraid of you |
With a sonic boom, I’ll kick the baby out ya ladies womb |
I can’t relate to you -- I used to be confused |
Who do you pray to, when the humans all to pray to you |
'Cuz you’re a demi-god -- and your enemies semi-auto- |
Matic make you laugh like a maniac when he let it off |
He ain’t a threat at all, and when he saw me |
All that shit talking stopped, without his jaw piece |
Keep walking, dog, or get annihilated |
Try and find a hater I ain’t violated |
No way to escape, I make |
The pavement shake, quake and break, from state to state |
En el Dia de los Muertos |
A strange skeletal orchestra plays my ethereal concerto |
Scaring those unprepared for the bare notes |
…that transmit my despair on the air flow |
Supreme creature — black mass preacher |
Who feeds you leeches rap track features |
I breathe ether in toxic sermons |
Speeches for legions of walkin serpents |
Upon this altar, I call for carnage |
The haunted, phonics, I utter, astonish |
A God in, the halls of masonic lodges |
Where, often the knowledge I offer is pondered |
The mighty deity to secret societies |
Where vile breeds of emcees admire me |
Whether civilized or thriving tribally |
We silently devise violent uprisings |
All who defy me, refuse-ing to inter-vene |
Will be, consumed in the fumes of my inner-chi |
When released, I poison the vacinity |
Behold the lone royal voice of this ministry |
The superb symmetry, of word wizardy |
In my verses burn vividly with pure energy |
So, any enemy that dare speak ill of me |
Can tell it to the Holy Trinity -- yo -- I kill emcees |
Speak in my prescence and risk you detest me |
I’m known to murder those unworthy to address me |
Saw through skulls, then gulp down chewed brains |
Floss with they blue veins, too, this is Doomsday! |