Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gods in the Details, artist - Timeless TruthDate of issue: 18.02.2016
Song language: English
Gods in the Details |
| The Flushing Flash gash gushing out your temple |
| Can’t trust thugs who tell you everything they been through |
| We move in secrecy silence observe the scenery |
| Dedicated to the fam that ain’t believe in me… |
| You got The gift of gab? |
| I got the gift of God |
| To Cure the sick defeat the odds and clear the thickest fog |
| Overthink the possibilities to know surprises |
| Control the moon eclipse sun and keep the pressure rising |
| Im your growth give you hope make you chase horizons |
| Created dialect and universal body language |
| I’m your anguish I fill your seeds with innocence |
| I’m concentration, dedication and discipline |
| Control your every breath I could be life or death |
| I’m your conscience if you move ahead or second step |
| I’m the unknown the mystery coincidence |
| The higher power in you. |
| I’m deja vu… |
| I’m love I’m hope, don’t feel me you gotta find me |
| The rich man and poor man I seen you passing by me |
| It hit me once we got the robbery in the building lobby |
| Fought the good inside me product of a foul society |
| Cut ties with some guys for spiritual sobriety |
| I keep it peace but always keep a piece beside me |
| Poseidon when I’m rhyming, got the planets colliding |
| Trust no other but my brother- cuz cats conniving |
| Teach my son about the ills of the earth |
| I left a fortune for you funds I concealed in the dirt |
| I hope you find em, if they forget you best remind em… that this is timeless |
| Break bread with Christ, broke water with Moses |
| Now hell is frozen, the God Chosen |
| The God chosen |
| The God chosen |
| The golden kids outta Colden the God Chosen |
| Higher learning, the tires burning |
| Brothers is rapidly swerving |
| The face look familiar but had to be certain |
| I popped a U-ey, then merged in |
| Matter was urgent a dirty merchant |
| Made’em bleed like a virgin, sent to the surgeon |
| Searching for them green berets, tryna blow my dome off |
| Thrown off by decoys who dropped the maricon off |
| My Soviet killaz is ready for the Cold War |
| Machete you to confetti and blow your brain to cole slaw |
| A role call for my brothers that were nearly grazed |
| Aimed for them early graves by them dudes that really blaze |
| Or sing to your face with metal blade serenades |
| I told you to look over your shoulder like Willie Mays |
| I come from where it’s easiest to find anguish |
| Don’t say a word speak with our hands like sign language |
| Divine language embedded into the rhyme patterns |
| So praise the savior that’s saving you from the mind damage |
| And oh well, the drugs are sure to sell but if you short a sale |
| They plot to pop you with a copper top like Duracell |
| And notice well kids that dropped out from outreach |
| Triple-jab your cheek, crack your teeth through the mouthpiece |
| These foul streets meet your fate when the tech releases |
| You’ll be aight if you ain’t playing chess with checker pieces… |
| Check the thesis |
| Hand over fist, dreams manifest |
| Feed Lazarus, teach man to fish |
| Hand over fist, dreams manifest |
| Teach man to fish, feed Lazarus |
| Feed Lazarus, teach man to fish |
| Hand over fist when the dreams manifest |
| Yeah, manifest, it be the words we manifest |
| Timeless |