Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fingerprints of the Gods , by - SkitzRelease date: 27.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fingerprints of the Gods |
| Pen to tha paper I scream at the world |
| Picky headed youth dont wear no jerry curl |
| In the heat of the summer |
| More time I trembled |
| Nuthin dont change, I’m picky from within |
| The R’s for the Rage |
| E’s for the Energy |
| B’s for the 3−4 Bounce that we count |
| Second E’s for the Era of this young hottie youth |
| L presents Long term soildier stand firm |
| Foundation flexin stretchin out the pound |
| I used to want the queens head |
| Now I want the crown |
| Its in my blood stream |
| Shits to hard to define |
| Why, some get the vision an the rest tow the line |
| Sleepwalkin floggin the horse thats done dead |
| Pissin in the wind now piss drips down your leg |
| Is you plum or is you pleb |
| Dude its one an the same |
| One shit short now flush that pee brain |
| Put ur hand on ur lips spell d-e-r |
| You wanna be, fartface |
| An me cant spar |
| Like the, dooper I am I dont wanna cause friction |
| I hold my space an then I diss em wid the diction |
| Nuff of them will fear this |
| Its right now that they dont wish to hear this |
| Simple forensic but they cant get near this |
| Its fingerprints of god |
| Life |
| Keep em philosophical |
| My rap styles collasol to your brain |
| Like a line of cocaine straight up your nostril |
| Nowadays like aristotle |
| I send my message through da mic not in a bottle |
| A gifted mic disciple like an apostle |
| Hip hops my life an hustle |
| Lyric skils be the muscle |
| They be brand new like the heavies not old like some fossils |
| I meditate on bible scriptures |
| Not porno pictures |
| I smoke sensi bud, green like the trees of eucalyptus |
| Buffalo soldier from a rasta man army |
| I need hip hop to satisfy my soul like bob marley |
| Wisdoms what I give them |
| Flippin knowledge on the rhythm |
| If your talkin like a devil I’m performin exorcism |
| Ill cause malice, smoke a chalice in buckingham palace |
| Get the queen high, send her to wonder land like alice |
| Cos I’m a dark stranger |
| Not from a dirty sick chamber |
| Cos a star burns above my head like jesus from a manger |
| Lone ranger, I dont need a posse to follow |
| My backup be my sword I use it swift like zorro |
| Guided by a force similar to obi one kenobe |
| Walk the skies like luke an even chewbacca couldnt hold me If ur a phoney, its lights out like james toni |
| An I’m confident like naseem hamed, so you dont know me I walk in the shadows, I make you paro (paranoid) |
| My mind be narrow, I carry guns an laser bow an arrows |
| Si-phillie |
| I be the bingee man come back from zion |
| Wid the bag of sensimilila an da mic in da other hand |
| Bounty killa on the rampage for reala |
| Gonna make mad dough like my name was don miller |
| Chancellor exchequer mic recka |
| ? |
| or sampras |
| You know i be top class |
| This one is a message from king salisse i Any pussy bwoy tess I dem bwoy gaan die |
| Puppet master rasta bring forth disaster |
| Eskimos be boppin to my shit in alaska |
| Weak emcees be droppin out cos they have ta Convert niggas i make em go see their pastor |
| Power move makin |
| Never fakin that jamaican |
| Im from trinidad |
| When it comes to respect, I’m like ur dad |
| Not a fake like alexander o neil |
| Neva choppin off my locks like that nigga seal |
| The si philly hot tabasco chilli |
| Niggas suckin up my style like a nipple on a titty |
| Im flippin lyrics when I’m not on the rob |
| So my surgical gloves protects the prints of the gods |
| Skeleton |
| God all mighty what the devil (u star ?) |
| Wot the hell what on earth cha |
| What the bloodclaat |
| Wat da rass hole blast hole ina di beast |
| Im da blessin an da dammend an da famine an the feast |
| Im a man 'o'war cos I was a man of peace |
| Now I’m out for your neighbours like they name was annalise |
| Speak from a snow capped peak to the abyss |
| Im ugly as sin |
| An I’m da livin criss |
| Im chilled in the field an the inner city hype |
| Im the murderin theivin rapin type |
| Im the heat, the light, the cold an the dark |
| Im the silver back gorilla an the great white shark |
| Im the poorest slum I’m the richest palace |
| The lyricist the herbalist and the gyaliss |
| I can get ya down an I can get you lifted |
| The giver an the gifted |
| The bima aint fiftied |
| Shifted, gears I’m the tears an the laughter |
| The birth an the death an whatever there after |
| The kiss on the cheek an the kick ina de crotch |
| The fingerprints of god an every head’ll get touch |