Fire Reign (feat. Jakki da Mota Mouth & Copywrite)

歌詞

Ugh, it's Priesthood, Mackavengelo [Killah Priest] I spit revolutionary, ready to shoot and bury Presidents, we predicates to the fullest Speak to forfeit, if you a shooter, come where the wolves is Birds will seek from out the war ridge Che Guevara, I spray whoever, mega Prophecies, I drop sixteens, that you can watch on screens It's Mackavangelo, flames and the candles will blow From the garment, of the God sent, jewels the size of comets I spit wizardry, with imagery Of a Panaview film, I take your through realms From 3D to 4D... [Copywrite] From shot foes, from mouth closed, with they in they drunk out mode Whether I can brawl or not, never punk out though So come to one of our shows, see we don't waste any time I go straight to the Mike, like the Punch-Out code You're a conscious rapper, you'll be an unconscious rapper Unless I'm unconscious after all the rum vodka Snapple's I'm the one, God, I ask ya, why me? Never mind, I already know what the others won't get it 'Til I'm in heaven, so Many reverends told sinners where they headed tho They're not God, so like a yes man, you'll never know Oh, they wanna guess things, without facts Passing judgments like your honor's breath stinks Your mistake, I meant to bomb these fuckers If there's any fucking doubt like Gwen Stefani's drummer And I'm into comedy, brother YouTube the video, you gotta feel it So you could witness the fly up close on screen like Obama killed it [Jakki Da Motamouth] Your wife embrace her for a lab, she said she wanna see through So I went straight for the ass and gave her the crabs You faithful and mad, wanna fight me, here we go I take Life like I stole Mikey cereal I'm buying all you sell-outs, the hell out When I stay behind you, but I just raised the bar like I'm the father Of an ale house You hot clones, but you not known, you try to diss I talk to God obtain the deed to your life, you got owned And your bitch she got boned cuz she goofy Ask me to buy a drink, so I bought her a round of roofies If that ain't raw enough, I was war when I stuck gucci guns And talk tough, I'm suppose to think you hard as fuck? Go ahead and pull, God, see on Earth your laws do not apply to me So go ahead and shoot me in the head and you'll die Call me out, you won't hear Rah rule Listen to your pupils ejaculate, here I come