Gods of War

Lock the doors, let it knock some more, And crack jaws, like rock & raw / Bones left broke like the body's poor, So what could I even check your pockets for? / Talk a big game, but I stop you short, Slam dunk, get it dropped in court / Find me a way that describes us more / than Knowledgeable G's, and Gods of War

Lock the doors, let it knock some more, And crack jaws, like rock & raw / Bones left broke like the body's poor, So what could I even check your pockets for? / Talk a big game, but I stop you short, Slam dunk, get it dropped in court / Find me a way that describes us more / than Knowledgeable G's, and Gods of War

Look, I'm back on the front lines, smacking the umpire / Splashing the gas on you bastards who want fire / I'm the type that'll storm in and reign, before, during, and after the sunshine / Try to reach out and grab if you want mine, motherfuckers get stabbed, fuck a punchline / You can take a knee when you pray, I clean the plates off after I hunt mine

We could never be the same, never again, after the pain that I've been through / Who ever claimed, that you should battle with Blaine, should be ashamed that they sent you / Pull out your brain through your temple, & beat your ass while staying on tempo / Tried to tell 'em its only Biz, these Marks still think they a friend though

Can't tell me shit that I been known, trust these men are as real as a gemstone / Before I steal your hoe, I'd fuck and put that bitch in the friend zone / She shows the deepest of throats, and how she can go as low as a shin go / So why the look of surprise when someone decides to leave her in limbo?

Fuck You and hate, cause I'm him though, and you still aint doin shit, so / Watch as I stay on my grind, and mow this shit down, while you lames stay in bitch mode / You could never reach my level of flame if you stayed on your tiptoes / Came to fuck up the game, but so far I only gave it the tip though

Lock the doors, let it knock some more, And crack jaws, like rock & raw / Bones left broke like the body's poor, So what could I even check your pockets for? / Talk a big game, but I stop you short, Slam dunk, get it dropped in court / Find me a way that describes us more / than Knowledgeable G's, and Gods of War

Lock the doors, let it knock some more, And crack jaws, like rock & raw / Bones left broke like the body's poor, So what could I even check your pockets for? / Talk a big game, but I stop you short, Slam dunk, get it dropped in court / Find me a way that describes us more / than Knowledgeable G's, and Gods of War

I gave 'em plenty of chances to match up with my energy, everyone ducked it, so fuck it / the damage and aftermath if one of them mentions me, ever, just crushes their toughness / destroy to rebuild again, in other words, I'm making something from nothin' / life is a game we'd kill to win, with a will to live that will punish you suckers

Causing ruckus and chaos, with no repercussions, just keep the Justices paid off / They sayin', because of the way, I burn shit down, it must've been Madoff / on a roll like Yahtzee you can Not See, that does Not Mean it's Adolf / I'm saying, stoppin Blaine is like Tom Brady, once he got to the playoffs

Guess father time, is Not, a father of mine, I'm a bastard child / Eventually went, from a cog in the line, to a God of the Rhymes, I should last a while / You, on the other hand, ask around, nobody cares what you rap about / Once you're exposed and the facts are out, we know and there's no way to mask it now

Harboring hate will, in essence, make us carve up your facial expressions / Creating Jack-O-Lanterns out of half you bammas, if you thinking of testin' / I'll burn your compound down like the ATF did in Waco, Texas / just know that if Son's out, with them Guns out, then it ain't for flexin'

Lock the doors, let it knock some more, And crack jaws, like rock & raw / Bones left broke like the body's poor, So what could I even check your pockets for? / Talk a big game, but I stop you short, Slam dunk, get it dropped in court / Find me a way that describes us more / than Knowledgeable G's, and Gods of War

Lock the doors, let it knock some more, And crack jaws, like rock & raw / Bones left broke like the body's poor, So what could I even check your pockets for? / Talk a big game, but I stop you short, Slam dunk, get it dropped in court / Find me a way that describes us more / than Knowledgeable G's, and Gods of War