No Godspeed (feat. Reflection Beatdownz)

(Major L.O.W: verse 1)

We don’t fear the wicked, too much love for the fake

Plus the lamp still lit, you just discovering the way

Our middle fingers stick from a fist to the face

Of your fake woke systems, now visualise the hate//

Feeling outta place, every room I step in

Forces me to trust in only God and His message

I break a vow of silence when it’s time to rage in violence

Now I’m armed with the rock like it’s David and Goliath

Fuck going viral, I’m a virus in your matrix

Violent by Design, like a Jedi Mind tape, trick

Never had much tolerance for fake shit

I see you agents, you snakes better shapeshift//

‘Fore my army charge you, Demigodz wit the semi, saw

Run up in your synagogue, and paint the temple walls

We them light-bodied melanated stars

Cease to catch you in the outer darkness, no godspeed//

(Reflection Beatdownz: hook scratches)

(Major L.O.W: verse 2)

I’m from New Orleans, 9th Ward, to be exact

The true empath, I been spotted your weak attacks

Born illuminated, who gon’ learn to readapt

I fuck around and bat your whole city off this freakin’ map//

All warfare is based on deception

My face don’t project it, I’m saying, don’t be reckless

My voice don’t crack ‘cause I’m afraid to project it

That’s just the crazy me, fighting not to step in//

Afraid not of none of you cowards, but of my own strength

Like Nas said, it’s “Money over Bullshit”

I’m just a hothead, running with the full clip

Twist it when I jot, dip in cess to let the jewels slip

Then I pick ‘em up again

Hand ‘em out to everybody, wisdom is defence

Just like wealth, I’m speaking to the rich

If you let your light shine, then these demons don’t exist//

(hook)

(Claymore: verse 3)

What happens when Rip the Jacker be jacking the Ripper

You need discipline, you getting slapped with a slipper

Please cut the paper or get, stabbed with scissors

This my Book of Revelation, I've written lasting scriptures//

You might buy a camera, but yet, you lack, the picture

Got 20/20 sight , but still you have no vision

Sometimes, to do good, you make some bad decisions

So I subtract you just to add up my digits, that's division//

Dog, you Old Yeller, you end up dragged to the river

Louisville Slugger, you getting bat in the kisser

You a whole ho, but only half of a ****

You can Walk it out, Unk, but just don't act like a cripple//

Split with pigskin, i'm breaking tackles and sprinting

Like passing to Witten, and leave half your faculty missing

This is air mail, like it's a carrier pigeon

Birds of a feather, you know we have to be shitting//

Mastering the mission, make masses massacre millions

Attack with precision, while you bastards happily witness

Fuck chasing the bag, let's banish capitalism

Break blacks, outta prison and dis, mantle this system//