Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Armor of God , by - Vakill. Song from the album Armor of God Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.11.2011
Record label: Molemen
Song language: English
Armor of God |
| Let me talk to him! |
| Let me talk to him! |
| Talk to me! |
| I’m from the era were we murk the bearer of bad news like Leonidas |
| And family don’t speak till tragedy reunite us |
| Scout to see who tightest and slay hordes |
| Who wanna test V.A. |
| sword |
| I wanna meet the Fockers |
| No Gaylord |
| An angelic presence the delegates blessing |
| It’s hell against heaven |
| My flow is god’s relic in essence |
| Why in the fuck is you replicas testin |
| With a delicate pressin |
| I can blow you to maggot delicatessen |
| They restless til I’m soul clapped with no mercy |
| Till they witness the crown get hold captive and murk me |
| No industry flow active can hurt me |
| The upper echelons about effective as proactive to herpes |
| Instruct spit to keep niggas with chalk employed |
| The gods fully armored |
| Apology talk is void |
| What part beast you don’t understand |
| I write the sickest shit to hit white sheets since cross burning Caucasoid |
| V, a verse for all the fallen that left me |
| A, may the armor of god protect me |
| Kill everything thing that’s movin expect me |
| If you offended then I’m talking to you directly |
| Sick as an abortion activist germ biochemist |
| Strapped by yo clinic |
| Clappin' clients with a grill that’s cryogenic |
| The ice that my tear ducts cry authentic enough to hypothermia what I |
| Breathe upon even freeze a pond |
| The game will never be fixed |
| Cause every new nigga heavily bricks |
| Or exploited like 70′s flicks |
| Machine and beast cleverly mixed so |
| Fuck around and get carried by six |
| Like the nuggets in 76 |
| I’m a good fucka |
| A sick migraine cross contaminated with strychnine strains and click |
| Nines aimed |
| Split a soul three ways in an auction |
| You celebrity fit thugs weighing your luck and weighing your options |
| Subsequently no slugs can dent me |
| Spit freeze whatever rubs against me I creep like a stealth winter |
| Frost bitin shit till your health splinters |
| This is I, fill in you the blank lord and master bitch I’m self-centred |
| Niggas want me to rehash beef with Twista till the targets destroyed |
| Run up on him at 106 & Park with the toy |
| Fuck all that, that’s a marketing ploy |
| In fact, I’m proud of what the nigga accomplished |
| Bark at cha boy |
| Envy breeds from not stackin right |
| Non packin pipe |
| Insecure non tough, tough actin tinactin types |
| You clients of panda pussy pimpin |
| The source of your extinction in existence is right here in black and white |
| Till I’m emancipated, I birthed terror that stans Al-Qaeda |
| Switch up, give a fuck if fans okayed it |
| All I got is my balls and my word |
| If the streets hold me to my word, we already know where your hands located |
| Your fears confirming my thesis |
| The time fabrics in permanent creases |
| Pressing the luck you weigh |
| When bucks spray, you lay |
| Uckfay ouyay |
| Want some positive shit? |
| Mother fucker play Lupe |