Godhand

Yo It's The son Of the stars With the iLL Bars Coming at you live Feel the vibe From the city Where I reside The Trippy city AKA Portland Take a hit or 3 Of this LSD Visualize And Read between The lines And Don't Believe the Lies Open the third eye Let the flow ride One more time As we astral project To the next Density Can you handle the Intensity It Might blow your John F Kennedy Fine I'll be gentle As I can be The most Dastardly With the Flow so smooth It elevates you Into a better moods Mellow grooves Flowing like water The lyrical Skills Slaughter Like pack of piranhas I chew thru Your bubble gum Image My style isn't One to Mimic Coz I'm authentic And yous a gimmick Hitting the ceiling That's your limit Im flowing With ease Relaxed when I breathe Inhale exhale This ain't another Dream song Or a Broke dude Theme song This that keep it Real strong While tripping off Hits From the bong It Gots your ears Ringing Like sounds from The Gong Speakers pounding In the whip Subs in the trunk Feel the bass In ya face As the sound Takes you to A happy place I pluck ya ace Take ya bitch And fuck her face She loving bishop She say I got A better taste And she can feel it Deep inside her waist I'm the Femto Of the rap game You other cats lame Your sounding the same Looking for a Quick ticket to fame If rap is dead You are to blame So many of You rappers be ass Straight trash But I guess if you Flash cash Then yous the mans Flexing with the rent Getting bent Getting mad af Coz it's all spent Stupid does As stupid is Bunch of dumbass kids Cruising around in ya Baby mommas whips Get on ya shit And stop riding The jock Just so you can Go pop You'll get popped And outlined in chalk For talking that talk Y'all ain't walking That walk So let a Real mothafucka talk Coz face to face You gots no heart When I blow sparks Your all bark No bite I strike with Pure might Like I'm Iron Mike In this rap game It's fight night Ya going night night I rhyme tight I'm smooth with it Like when I get ya Girls digits You broke mothafuckas Asking for the Wi-Fi I kick off these Fat jams Radioactive flow Call the Hazmats Before I drop bombs And leave you like Afghan Coz this rap game Is a war zone And I'm about to end it all By killing rappers That be artificial With nuclear missiles