Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reign of the Lord, artist - Jus Allah. Album song The Best of Jus Allah, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Reign of the Lord |
I am pure darkness, sparkless |
Glitterless, imageless |
But still infinitly limitless |
Pre-Genesis before man |
I crawled the land before all you know, even began |
I think thoughts untranslated, among greated |
My first rhyme had no words to say it |
Force of the immaculate |
You only exist cause I imagined it, you slit your wrist upon fathoming it |
Accurate intellect, the weight of my brain tilts my neck |
Obeying the will, I select |
My face so dark, that it doesn’t reflect |
The beast in me only awakes at sunset |
My life has no connect, of hope in it |
The blood I drink, has extra pulp in it |
I spit rhymes in the graveyard of my block |
I get a rush hearing niggas beat, the coffin tops |
I grow my own trees in the woods I’m from |
I need branches to leave niggas hung |
I’m running at a higher density |
So the gun on my waist, is the only thing holding me from floating into space |
The reign of the lord will snatch your… off |
Leaving you looking permanently slow, like your eyes’s a cross |
Jus Allah stays calm and peace like |
Depending what the beat’s like I may act beast-like |
I’m motherfucking faithless, aitheist |
Racist, faceless, ageless, shapeless |
Mind elevates into stages I’m weightless |
Spines shake when they in the wake of greatness |
An animal, you’re more afraid of me, than I am of you |
Black canibal, untangable |
A great mind, created divine by satan’s design |
Snake’s spine, devil’s Frankenstein |
You think it’s just simple words, get your temple searched |
Get your mental purged, knock the life out your central nerves |
It ain’t a death I don’t deserve, it ain’t even a fit punishment for me to serve |
My only need is L’s to cook, I only read spell books |
I decorate my room to imitate how hell looks |
A bad lurkin, a street of mad vermin' |
The light don’t pass between the black curtains |
Friendless, supremacist, innerless |
Mankind arch nemesis, spiritless, murderin' from night 'till morn' |
I’m at sleep 'till the first fucking sights of dawn |
I want the worst death man can feel |
I ground metal cans in my meals |
I swallowed the pills without seals |
Shit is real for a bill, for a mill |
Tryin' to civilize devilish men from Israel |
That’s my job, as the father of god |
Overcomin' obstacles with impossible odds |
Paradise lost, caveman kidnapped the stars, and tryin to move us back to Mars |
Blind of our actual cause |
But even the (??) doctor still see black as allah |
I made the 1st laws on this worthless ball |
If I ever left the earth, then the birds would fall |
I’m the god, I move by the will of allah |
I’m protected from the rain by a ceiling of straw |
Reading pages telepathically |
My watch operates with dead batteries |
The wake inside my own head baffles me |
Gumar astubar’s masterpiece black as my sheep |
He who feed’s not having to eat |