God of Rap

"All you care about is money. This town deserves a better class of criminal...and I'm going to give it to 'em." Verse 1 Okay now, watch HelioS go The god could save Ramadan without killing the goat For the sons of guns who would steal the flow He leaves them on the rag bleeding semen in bowls So they’ll be male bitches who be on their flow Obtaining sex switches to be sack-less hoes Guitar kicks in as they slurp on their drinks Till Sol InvictuS comes through, stomping on minks And as they lay there whimpering, their ears start to bleed Cause the animals stuck to their skin, they started to weep Good riddance to bad seeds, their death was divined Through their laggy ass lines, hacky sacky rhymes Ran them rhymes ragged, muscling on my glow Now they try to jog their memory cause I'm running the show Hol' up, this ain't over: I've still got more to go! Now if Life's a bitch, she must feel real amused By these losers who claim to abuse her thinking the line is cool Now, HelioS will rip shit to remind you tools That giving into cliches is everything but cool Chorus [I see!] Pussies [I see!] Pussies [I see!] Pussies Verse 2 It took me all day to find this inspiration To turn niggas inside out and call it innovation And with that being said, keep that J. Cole in your head While I load up the lead, cock it to explode on these dregs With more originality out my ass, I'll make these present rappers past Dismember half and leave the rest in casts... And for the rest of those fucktards This relaxing flow will buck hard Better duck fast as my rhymes prepare to leave you in the junkyard Better haul ass as I rip this beat Disgracing dicks from my silky sheets From lean rappers who can't stay on beat To weed rappers who aren't worth my spit Faded ass naggers, I'll watch you wear your ass out 'Fore I come through with the chariot to MOW YOUR ASS DOWN Chorus Verse 3 Call me Phoebus; I shine! Watch my light blind your eyes Exposing your disguise, watch me stop your rise It's a new age, a new day... The Reign of the Sun! They thought I was joking when I said M.L.T was reborn Oh, and for those eighties babies who say they be bored of rap Tell them to re-introduce themselves, cause the god is back! Chorus "EVERYTHING BURNS! It's not about money...it's about sending a message."