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gotti - pagan gods lyrics
[verse 1: gotti]
yo the blunts i be rollin is too fat for you to hold’em
as is the paper that i’m foldin, just got my wallet swollen
and the tracks i be lacin, you don’t know who you facin
this is god with a hockey mask and a machete like jason
with which i cut off your faces, ya ears in particular
they threw me out of school cuz i didn’t follow the curriculum
cuz this is real sh-t i vomitspit like mf doom
boys, it’s about time that your mind consumed
this is the era, you been waitin for
can’t believe all the sick sh-t i be bringing out the drawer
are you ready for war? then son, whatchu waitin for
i be at ya door knocking, and shaking the floor
you know you listened to my tapes, every single one
been hearing what i been kicking since day f-cking one
so why fruttin son, acting like you don’t believe
like your eyes can’t perceive, what my moms did conceive
standing right in front of you, no it’s not a miracle
this is the lyrical, clerical kid making you miserable
life is difficult, when the sound penetrates your skin
last year i was sloppy, now i’m ready to begin
this is my destiny, the sh-t meant was meant for me, prepared mentally
spittin in a foreign language intercontinentally
transcendentally like i was from a-nother dimension
takin whack rappers to school, and send you to detention
the center of attention, building the suspension
when i grab the mic, it’s like divine intervention
heavenly ascension, straight from the depths of h-ll
cracked open tha sh-ll just to come and ring ya bell
my flow is unrefined like the oil from a well
raw like a voodoo spell, it ain’t hard to tell
my name ain’t hard to spell, so you better recognize
g-o-double t-i young star on the rise
whom many despise claiming i be telling lies
if you wanna know the truth just take a look in my eyes
[hook] x2
the lonely, one and only fly boy wonder
dope child, my rhymes crack the sky like thunder
me and my mic is like poseidon and his trident
i’m a f-ckin t-tan when comes to spittin and writtin
the earth is my moms, the sky is my father
i could unleash the gods wrath, but why bother?
there’s no sense in fighting, over the t-tle
religious or atheist, son you know i’m ya idol
[verse 2: gotti]
yeah now i said it, and f-ck who gets the credit
mcs tried to flee, but they all got shredded
what, you don’t get it? f-ck it, don’t sweat it
and if this sh-t make you wanna move, dog, let it
never forget it, the pagan god is in effect
a rebel like inspectah deck, rip off heads so protect ya neck
just p-ss me the mic, so i can show you the light
and strike down on these sell outs with all my might
rappers delight, every day and every night
just give me little wayne’s blood and a feather pen so i can write
nowadays ignorant boys making noise, toy souljahs
i destroy ya ringtone raps, now it’s all over
these, fake mcs, shootin the breese
trying to up their st–ze, they can’t reach my knees
it’s like a disease, everybody wanna hold the mic
freeze! hands behing ya head, and drop it right now
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