Real Gods

[Verse 1 - Jay Reaper] The real Gods My style close to catastrophe Fucking with the D.o.D. is straight up blasphemy Get your Guns all my bitches grab your tities Tonight its goin’ down this is Liberty City Got the gridiest commite they commited to the action And this is just a dream Im a holographic black man But still, real enough to put you in your place properly Dope D.o.D You won't win like the lottery Headz ain't ready for the fearsome Clear one Pierce m like Predator the Mic is my speargun Niggas is slackin’ All day I’ll be scopin’m Spittin’in slowmotion they must be on Opium Its hopeless son it dont matter what the rest say Your skills got killed just like the spliffs in my ashtray And D-Day ain't nothin’comparised to what we say I display my ways at the dawn of a new age [Verse 2 - Simon Roofless] A wise man once said, worship without sacrifice is sinning That explains blood on my hands from a chicken You unclean being ain't worth the picking Apocalypto pillage your village, you the only man getting wind up missing Viking! Ride horses with armor Use the dark forces…pilot to flying sourcerours Breath in space without oxigen Olmec face, blood in the vains of every race All over earth, in every place My D.N.A. Placed, when I spit its like mace Cleanse the earth with fire, what a waste Repopulate the hardcore mc’s you soft like lace You can't handle, Roofless and Dope You doufus, Simon, puppetmaster of the pope Use the gamoura, twist you up like rope God stuck on your planet cause my spaceship broke [Verse 3 - Skits Vicious] Welcome to sin city, where sinners get busy Evil resident, residence shitty eversince I killed itchy, I’ve been real gritty No benevolance, when I carefully conceal the evidence And its evident…who’s the real gods I rub my salad fingers across rusty steel bars We take trips and fly in space ships You ain't shit bitch, but a child of the matrix I steal your pet for some poodle dog disection And add your dad to my voodoo doll collection My hooks on chains will tear the poo from your intestins The room of remains needs a group of 4 forensics Since the system, labels human beings You can call me barberic like an ancient european Bring the action, our reign is symbolic I saw the dragon, with rains, bogz and gollic We give flamable friction to pussy walls And climb roofs in the shipment when duty calls There’s a million mc’s to eradicate Dope D.O.D.’s in your town, time to evacuate